Entertainment (Patreon)

Your hypnotist explains that this isn't about your wants.

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“And since when was this about your pleasure, toy?” Your hypnotist asked, looking down at you, a malicious grin covering their face. “You’re here for my entertainment. My satisfaction. My pleasure. So maybe I’ll edge you until you stop thinking in words.”

They leant down, closer to you. The floor felt solid beneath your knees. A good thing, because if it wasn’t, you would have melted for them then and there. “Maybe I’ll spank you until you lose track of pain and think it’s pleasure.” They put a nail under your chin, and pushed.

The pain made your brain come alert, just a little. They laughed. “Or maybe I’ll just fractionate you, make you forget what I’ve done, and convince you that I’m only now talking about what I’m going to do to you.” That – wait – what?” They laughed.

“You’re so cute when you’re confused, toy. When you’re trying to think. It doesn’t do you any good, does it? No… But we both know you get a little stupid around me. A little hazy, a little foggy. Yeah, that’s it. Such a good piece of entertainment for me!”