Magnet (Patreon)

Your hypnotist has you drawn to between their legs.

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“Awh, sweet puppet, just sit, and stare, and go blank.” Your partner said, smirking at your gaze, locked between their legs, as they pleasured themselves. “My pleasure makes you blank. My pleasure makes you obedient. My pleasure is your priority. Isn’t that right?”

Your mouth was hanging open, eyes glazed over, as they continued to bring themselves more pleasure. Your own hands itched to slide between your legs. They laughed “Oh no, cutie. You’re not allowed to touch. You just get to watch me, and ache.”

You were aching for touch, for pleasure. “If you’re feeling needy, I can allow you to feel pleasure.” They were smirking, watching your eyes droop. “Come here, toy. Obey.” They clicked their fingers on their free hand, and you slid to the floor, crawling towards them.

Your brain was blank. Your mind was open. You couldn’t look away from their sex. It was like a magnet, drawing you forwards. They spread their legs wider, their free hand moving to your hair, pulling you closer. “Here you go, toy. You can have my pleasure.”

As your mouth went to work, you felt pleasure dancing through your body, a result of your earlier conditioning. You could feel each movement pulsing through you. “That’s it. Such a good little puppet. Desperate, and needy, and mine. All mine, to use however I want.”