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Your hypnotist tricks you, after you ask for punishment

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You felt so… Betrayed? That didn’t feel like the right word. There was a hint of desperation at the injustice. A moment of satisfaction as the timer counted down. You were nearly there. You cast your mind back to how this had started. You asking to be punished.

“Well, okay. What’re you thinking?” Your hypnotist said over the voice call. “Would you be comfortable smacking yourself on the thighs with something?”

You had taken a moment to look over your various objects, before picking up your paddle.

“Yeah, I’d be happy to.” You said, holding up the paddle to show the camera.

They smirked. “Good toy… So eager. Well, I want you to lay that on your thigh. Let me see it.”

You did as you were told, the cool wood felt nice against your bare skin.

They cast an appreciative eye over what you were showing them. “Good. Good toy. Now. One last thing to do before you give yourself twenty hits on each thigh. Go to your timer app, and set me a 24 hour timer.” Again, you had followed their instruction.

“Done.” You had said. And they had smiled.

That little mischievous grin that told you something was amiss. “Excellent, plaything. Now, I want you to wait, until that timer goes off. Once it does, that is when you can hit yourself for me. Then, and only then.”

You opened your mouth to argue. Betrayal mixed with the hypnotic urge to obey that they had built up over so many hours of conditioning. “Ah, ah, ah, toy. You’re a good toy, you obey, don’t you?” Your mouth closed, obedience overriding your mind. “That’s it.”

They had seen your pout, and once again, had laughed. “I know, that’s mean of me. But it’s hardly a punishment if you want it, especially for someone like you who loves the pain. Just think how good it’ll feel when you do get to do it.” You had looked at the timer, counting down.

And you were brought back to the present as your timer went off. Twenty four hours of waiting. You were going to savour this. It had been on your mind all day. You raised your paddle, twenty strikes on each side. This was going to hurt, so very nicely.