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Your hypnotist brainwashes you with pleasure.

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“Careful, toy. You’ve been slipping into this state for a while now, huh?” Your hypnotist’s voice filtered through the haze of pleasure that had been seeping into your mind and body for- you couldn’t tell how long it had been. You felt their hand replacing yours.

Their touch was ecstasy. “Each drop of pleasure takes you deeper. And you should take care. If you go too deep, you might not come back the same.” You felt your mouth contort in bliss, moans slipping from your lips. “But then again, you might not want to at this point.”

Each word was pulsing through your brain. Filling your mind with a need for more. A desperate desire for more pleasure. To sink deeper into this space. “That’s it. Such a good, mindfucked toy.” Their hand sped up. “Say your mantra for me, plaything.”

“I-I-I’mmm a- I’m a pleasure sslut. I neeeeed pleasure.” The words were a struggle to grasp.

They were laughing, as their hand pulled you further into bliss. “Good job. Again.”

“I’mmm a- fuck- a- a pleasure slut. I need- I need- mmmf… I need pleasure.” Their hand wasn’t slowing down.

“That’s it. Just keep repeating your mantra. Let it sink deeper into your head. You’re a pleasure slut. That’s what you are. What you always will be. A pleasure slut for me. So needy, and so desperate.” Their hand pulled away, and you let out a desperate whine.

“But need and desire don’t mean you can cum, toy. You can keep touching yourself though.” Your hands slipped between your legs, hungry, eager, barely keeping control of yourself. You heard them laugh again. “You look so fucking needy right now. It’s pathetic. I love it, toy.”

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