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Your hypnotist has you for two hours, so why should they let you cum so soon?

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Your mind was devoid of thought. But it wasn’t empty. No. It was filled with – “Pleasure!” Your hypnotist snapped their fingers. Another burst of pleasure rolled through your mind, and into your body. A moan left your lips as your hips bucked, desperate for sensation.

But none came. There was no bliss that you could feel. Just pleasure, that slowly dissolved into a haze of needy arousal. “P-please…” You managed to say, almost automatically. A soft cry of want. Of desire, so cruelly unanswered. Your hypnotist just laughed.

“Pleasure, toy!” Their fingers snapped again. Your brain almost groaned as your body spasmed under the weight of all the pleasure. Their laugher became a giggle. “Gosh, you’re just so helpless. Open your eyes. Stay in trance, but open your eyes for me. Good toy.”

Your eyes opened. Their hand hovered, just above the spot between your legs that you’d love for them to touch. Your body ached, and your hips thrust again, desperately. But their hand retreated. They tutted, softly, their other hand redirecting your vision to their eyes.

“Now, sweetie. Toy. You surely don’t think you deserve to cum yet, do you? No. We’ve got a couple of hours together. It’s only been, what, forty-five minutes? So why would I let my fun end yet, when I have so much more of your mind to unravel? Pleasure.” Another snap.

You could feel yourself being unmade, dissolving into a sea of arousal. And as they triggered you again with another snap, another burst of pleasure, you began to lose track of things. All that existed was the fog of pleasure, and you were lost within it.