You aren't going to win (Patreon)

Your hypnotist doesn't want you cumming. Oh no.

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Your hypnotist laughed. “Cum? Oh, no sweetie. When you cum, you lose some of that desire to please. And the easy answer to that is that I just don’t let you cum.” A wave of realisation washed over you at their words, even in your hazy, aroused state.

They clicked their tongue, looking down at you. “Oh, don’t be disappointed. I will just leave you edging. Making you so malleable, controllable. A puppet on my strings, dancing to my tune. But, well, okay. If you don’t want that. Stop touching.”

A silence stretched between you. You considered removing your hands from between your legs. Considered shaking off the mindless, foggy haze that had enveloped you. Your hypnotist smiled. “That’s what I thought, sweetie. Exactly what I expected from you.”

They leant down, taking your chin in their hand. “If you haven’t stopped me from sinking my words deep into your mind by now, I don’t think you’re going to win this one, sweetie. So, stop trying! Keep touching. Sink into lustful submission. Speed up.”

Your hands moved outside of your control. You could feel their will, directing your body. A wave of pleasure and bliss swept through you. “That’s it, sweetie. The rest of the world can wait. I want you like this right now. Horny. Helpless. Mine. All mine.”