The impact of arousal (Patreon)

Your partner mixes impact play and a hypnotic trigger.

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You pulled against the ropes binding your arms together, propping you up on the bed, before nodding, they were secure. “Good. Your partner said. Now, just drop for me.” They snapped their fingers, and you felt your body relax, mind going blank.

“I know, I know, you’re ready for me to spank you. But this is going to be just a little more intense than usual. We’ve played with this before, but not in this way. You know that pain can be pleasure, of course you do.” They paused, allowing your slowed mind to recall.

Moments of blissful pain. Wonderful blossoming pleasure radiating out from marks they had left on you. “But today, we’re going to be a little different. Pain won’t be pleasure, or, well, not enhanced pleasure. I know you’ll still love it. No. Today, pain is arousal, toy.”

Their fingers traced over your buttock, gently gliding downwards. “Each slap, and strike, and impact, is going to make you needier. More turned on. More desperate for pleasure. Do you understand?” They paused. You knew they were looking for confirmation.

Even in your entranced headspace, you nodded. You understood. You wanted it. You heard them laugh. “Good. Let’s test it.” And with that, they landed their other hand on your other butt cheek. Not too hard. But hard enough to jolt you forwards.

The ropes gently compressed your arms, keeping you upright. But you weren’t focussing on that. You were focussing on the arousal that was beginning to travel through you. The pleasurable sting from the impact was there, but it paled in comparison to the need.

“Okay, come up for me. Out of trance. One, two, three.” They said, snapping their fingers on the last number. “And let’s begin, shall we?” They landed another slap on your arse. And your mind, still trying to clear from the fog of trance, pulsed with arousal.

You let out a moan. Your partner laughed. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Does that feel okay?”

You pondered for a moment. “It feels great. I kind of don’t want it to end.”

They were smirking, you could hear it. “You might regret those words.” They said, raising their hand.