Only space for one (Patreon)

Your partner keeps distracting you with multiple sensations, when you can only focus on one.

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“Awh, I know, is it all a bit overwhelming for your tranced out, sensitized mind?” Your partner said, their hands on your sex, teasing you achingly slowly. The pleasure never seemed to diminish, and your mind was starting to struggle. The lights on the ceiling didn’t help.

Each time you managed to grab hold of a thought, the pattern of lights would shift, and you’d find yourself staring again, lost between the lights, the pleasure, and your hypnotist’s voice. But then the pleasure changed, as one of their hands slipped from between your legs.

As two of their fingers tapped on your lips, you opened your mouth, eagerly letting them slip inside. “That’s it, toy. Try really hard to focus on the sensation of my fingers in your mouth as they…” They began to slide their fingers in and out of your mouth.

You let out a small moan as they did. Your mind was crumbling into a subby, aroused mess. “Good toy. Focus on the sensation of my fingers in your mouth. And not on the sensation of my fingers between your legs.” At the mention of their other hand, your focus slipped.

You became aware of the pleasure again, and bucked your hips, eager for more, but they just slid their fingers back in between your lips, and tutted. “Ah, ah, ah, toy. Focus for me. Focus on your mouth.” You did, letting the pleasure fade into the background.

“That’s right. There’s only room in your brain for one sensation right now. And currently, it’s the feeling of my fingers fucking your mouth. It feels good, doesn’t it?” You let out another moan, affirming their question. It felt so good. You didn’t want it to end.

Having your mouth occupied always made you feel so very submissive. It hit a switch in your brain that made you so open, so eager to obey. And your partner loved to play with that. You lost track of time, lips around their fingers, just sucking, and sucking, and sucking.

Until, without warning, the fingers were pulled away, you let out a disappointed whine, that became an uncontrollable moan, as the pleasure returned to your mind. Your body was full of need, and desire. You didn’t know how this sensation by itself didn’t send you over the edge.

“Awh, that’s a good toy. I told you, only space for one sensation right now. And that doesn’t mean that the other stops affecting your body. It just doesn’t hit your mind. Do you want my fingers back?” The question hung in the air. You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t think.

You heard them laugh, as they dangled their fingers tantalisingly in front of your mouth. “Can’t decide? Don’t worry. I can decide for you.” They slipped a finger into your mouth, as they said “Focus.” And you did. The pleasure receded. Masked by submission.