What they want (Patreon)

Your hypnotist points out that they don't care about what you say you need.

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“Awh, toy, that’s so cute, that you think you get a say.” Your hypnotist said, cutting off your pathetic begging to be allowed to cum. “You’re telling me you’re all needy, all this begging, sweetie. Plaything.” They stared down at you, smirking. “Dumbass.”

They pressed their foot against your chest, pushing you into the chair. “Don’t you get it yet? It’s not about what you need. It’s about what I want.” That made you whimper. “And I want you desperate. I want you needy.” Their words were sinking straight into your helpless mind.

“You’re so much more agreeable when your brain is a pliable mess of triggered arousal and endless desire.” You were. That was true. It was so hard to think of… Anything, let alone a reason to disagree. “You love to say yes to me when you’re like this.”

They laughed at you as you squirmed beneath their boot clad foot. “I could tell you that you find my knees are really fucking hot and you’d start salivating at the idea of licking them or something.” You found your eyes resting on the shape of their knee, under their trouser leg.

That just made them laugh more. “You see?” You did see. You couldn’t stop looking. Wondering. What it would feel like to lick. “Seriously it’s so funny to mess with you when you’re like this. So, why should I care if you’re a desperate, whining, needy mess, huh?”