Loss of control (Patreon)

Your hypnotist tells you to stop touching, and you find that you can't.

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You had lost control of your body. Your hands were roaming, one was between your legs, touching. You whimpered enjoying the sensation, and knowing that you hadn’t been given permission to touch. Your hypnotist was leant over you. “I told you to stop touching, toy.”

Their words were soft, but stern. You tried again to regain control of your hand and found that it was impossible. Your hands had minds of their own, and they were feeding your arousal. You wanted to stop touching. You knew you should. It felt so good, but so bad.

“Come on, stop being disobedient. I’m ordering you to stop. Obey me, toy.” They snapped their fingers, usually a trigger that made you follow orders. Your hands kept moving. A soft whine of desperation escaped your lips. Your hypnotist sighed, though they were smirking.

“Really, if you don’t stop, then your punishment is going to get worse. You’re being such a bad, naughty toy right now.” They laughed. “I mean, it might be my fault, but you’re still disobeying orders. One last chance. Stop touching.” Their eyes were boring into yours.

And even under the heat of their gaze, the burning intensity, you couldn’t find the willpower to control your hands. They tutted, and rolled away from you, leaving you on the bed. You heard the rustle of the flogger and knew what your punishment was going to be.