Their pleasure (Patreon)

Your partner teases you with the possibility of giving them pleasure.

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“Okay, stay in trance, and open your eyes, pet.” Your partner said. Slowly, your eyelids fluttered open. They were naked, smiling at you from their chair, as you knelt on the floor below them. Your thoughts were slow. “That’s a good toy. I’ve got something for you to focus on.”

They spread their legs, leaning forwards slightly, staring imperiously down at you. “Look at my sex, pet. I know how much you love my pleasure, and, well, this is the purest instrument of that, so look. Stare, and begin to feel an urge grow inside you. The urge to pleasure me.”

Your eyes were trapped between their legs, and your mind was turning to thoughts of licking, and teasing. Giving them all the pleasure they could ever want. Your partner laughed. “That’s it. Such a good little toy for me. Still so trancey, but full of the desire to please.”

That desire was overtaking your mind, as more and more images flooded your mind of you giving into the craving to please. They held a hand out, and crooked a finger. “Come closer, pet.” You obeyed, eagerly, mindlessly moving forwards, on your hands and knees.

As you got level with their knees, they put a hand to your forehead, stopping you in place. “That’s close enough. I want you to relish this moment. Mindless, except for the desire to give me pleasure. A singular focus that I’ve inspired, and that you love.”

A soft whine left your thoat, you wanted to give in to the need so badly. But their hand was holding you still. They laughed again. “Oh? Is this agony, my sweet pet? Is this too much? Do you just want me to let you get me off? To use you again, and again? Kneel. Stay there.”

They applied a slight bit of pressure, forcing you back onto your knees. Your eyes didn’t leave their sex. “Such a helpless little toy. All mine to use, as I please. And I will let you get me off, toy. I won’t deny you your greatest pleasure. But first, I want to tease you…”