Cruel (Patreon)

Your hypnotist asks if it would be mean to stop what they're doing to you.

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You let out a soft cry, you couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain. Both had intertwined at some point. Your hypnotist’s hands teased and urged your body towards more pleasure. Each “pop” of pleasure brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your brain only wanted more.

“Would it be mean if I stopped right now?” Your hypnotist asked, eyes filled with desire. “Would it be cruel?”

You moaned, nodding. It would be so cruel. You wanted… You couldn’t tell what you wanted. To cum. To be edged. To be mindfucked by pleasure. You just wanted more.

“But think about how delicious that denial would feel. Knowing I’ve kept you on the edge. Kept you on the brink. Broken by pleasure. Doesn’t that sound nice, toy?” their words sounded so good to your addled mind. You tried to consider the denial. How that would feel.

It was beyond your brain right now. All you knew was pleasure. All you wanted was pleasure. They laughed. “You look so cute like that. Trying to think when I’ve got you like this. Shh, toy. Just pop, pop, pop.” They accompanied each trigger with a tap to your forehead.

You dissolved into moans. Pleasure fogging up your mind and taking you deeper into mindlessness. There was nothing but this moment. Just them, and you, and the bliss they made you feel. You didn’t know if they would let you cum. You didn’t care. You never wanted this to end.