Unfiltered (Patreon)

Your hypnotist takes away your filter, and makes you say what your mind is really thinking.

This was inspired by this tweet, by @sex-obsessed-lesbian on twitter.

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Your hypnotist brought you up, out of trance, and you could feel what was coming. They had stripped away your verbal filter. They were looking down at you, laid on the bed, expectantly. They were really cute. “Fuck, you’re hot.” You said, before putting a hand to your lips.

Too late. The words had slipped from your mouth before you could catch them. Your hypnotist raised an eyebrow at you. “Is that all you’ve got to say, toy?” They asked, one hand trailing down your bare body. The soft pressure of their touch on you felt good. Very good.

“Please, touch your toy more!” You asked, this one not quite being the lack of a filter. You had no problem asking for more.

“Oh?” they paused, hand paused in it’s trailing. “And why should I do that?”

The question hung in the air. You weren’t sure how to answer.

Your brain was. “Because I’m a needy little toy. And I – no – need your – stop it – touch.” You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but you couldn’t stop your mouth from moving any more than you could hold back the rush of arousal at being so out of control.

Your hypnotist laughed. “Keep going, sweetie. Tell me what you’re thinking. What should I do to you?” You clamped a hand over your mouth, determined to stop yourself from feeling more embarrassed. Their smile became a smirk. “And what’s that going to do?”

They leant down, closer to you. “I can tell what you want. But that’s not enough. I want you to tell me, because I want you to put it in your own words. So speak, toy.” They snapped their fingers at the last few words. Your hand slipped from your mouth.

“Your needy little toy needs their brain fucking. And maybe their holes. I need to feel good. I want you to use me, and tease me, and play with my submissive, slutty mind. Please, dominant. Make me helpless. Make me mindless. Make me so needy that I can’t stand it!”

Their hand tapped you on the forehead, and your mouth froze in place, along with the rest of you. You could feel the heat rising up your cheeks, billowing through your brain. But under that heat of embarrassment, another heat flared, arousal. Lust. Beneath the surface.

Your hypnotist straddled you, smirking, leaning down. “I love to hear that. My needy little slut. I can do all of that, and more, for you. But first…” Their hands were brushing, teasing, looking for those spots that brought pleasure. “I want to enjoy you like this.”