Sensitize (Patreon)

Your hypnotist gives you what you want, and no more.

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Your hypnotist smirked as they met your gaze. Your hungry eyes were locked on theirs, almost frenzied. “Well, toy? What do you want?”

There was just one answer. Echoing in your mind. The one thing that you needed. They had made sure of that. Etching it into your mind.

“Pleasure.” You said. The word hung in the air between you.

Their smirk had widened, becoming sadistic. “Pleasure? Are you sure that’s what you want?” They asked. You nodded, eager. Pleasure was all you wanted. All you needed. You craved it. That was their doing.

“Very well. Touch, and sensitize.” They snapped their fingers at the last word. You felt a rush of pleasure roll over you as the trigger took hold. Every sensation felt… More. The seat you sat on, the air on your bare skin. Your hands, now between your legs.

Each moment, and movement, was bliss. “Sensitize.” They said again, snapping once more. You let out a moan as the pleasure increased again. The desire in your mind wanted more, but you felt elation. Pleasure, and bliss. You had been craving them so much recently.

And now you got them. “Sensitize.” A third snap. Your brain stumbled. The pleasure becoming overwhelming. They leant forwards, one hand on your chin, making sure you were looking into their eyes. “That’s a good toy. You wanted pleasure, right? Well here you go.”

They raised their hand, between the two of you. The touch of their fingers on your chin felt so good. Almost as good as your own hands, teasing yourself into a submissive mess. “Sensitize.” Snap. “Sensitize.” Snap “Sensitize, sensitize, sensitize.” Snap, snap, snap.

The pleasure overtook everything. Your body was a raging inferno. Arousal and bliss mingling in your mind. Somehow you still wanted more. Needed more. But you knew that you were at their mercy to have it. You felt the beginnings of an orgasm, stirring in your core.

And your brain crumpled as your hands, obedient to your hypnotist, pulled back. You let out a soft, pathetic moan. Wordlessly begging. Your hypnotist laughed, still looking into your eyes. “Awh, what’s wrong, toy? You asked for pleasure, didn’t you? You didn’t ask to cum.”