Being bad (Patreon)

Your hypnotist gives you an order you find yourself unable to follow.

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Your hypnotist’s hand trailed down your bare chest, before coming to rest over your exposed sex. They were grinning down at you. “Awh, is this exciting you? The idea of me touching you? Mmm… No, pet.” They pulled their hand away. “You’re not ready for my hands, not yet.”

They leant down, over you, still grinning. “But your own hands? Oh, sure, touch away.” They gave you an expectant look as they paused. “That’s an order, by the way.” They said, after you hadn’t moved at first. You met their gaze, and tried to bring your hands between your legs.

Your hands, evidently, had other plans than obeying either your hypnotist or yourself. They stayed resolutely flat on the bed, unmoving. “Well?” Your hypnotist asked. “I gave you an order, toy. Are you being bad?” You shook your head. You weren’t being bad. You wanted to touch!

“I can’t.” You said, blushing.

“You can’t what? Be bad?” Your hypnotist responded.

“I- No. I can’t touch.” Your blush deepened as your hypnotist looked down at you, their smile gone.

“Oh? And why not?”

“I don’t know! I can’t move my hands to touch myself right now. I’m trying!”

You couldn’t help the pleading note that entered your voice as you spoke, and your hypnotist laughed. “Oh, I can’t do that for long… You’re not being bad, toy. I’m being mean. You’ve forgotten. You’ve got a pre-existing order to not touch yourself tonight, no matter what.”

Their grin returned as they settled down next to you. “It’s fun to tease you like this. You get so desperate to be good when I suggest you’re being bad…” You avoided their eyes. You felt tricked, and also embarrassed. But that from them, felt quite good.