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You're resisting your hypnotist's voice. Aren't you? Was that what you were resisting?

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Your hands felt so good between your legs, but you were doing a good job at resisting your hypnotist’s control. You were only touching because you wanted to. Because it felt good. They laughed. “I know, I know, it feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?” They said.

A moan escaped your lips, the pleasure pulsing through your mind. “Oh yeah babe, let me hear you. Are you close? Already?” They said. Your hips bucked. Your mind was wild with desire. “Oh, but if you cum, that mean’s I’ve gotten inside your head!”

Your mind struggled to turn follow their logic. But then the pleasure pulsed again and it didn’t matter. “But, I mean, you’re so good at resisting, right?” They said. “You’ve done so well at resisting me. So, you can resist the urge to cum. Can’t you?”

You struggled, the coils of pleasure inside you tightening. Their hand wafted before your eyes, bringing your attention to them. “Hey, toy. You can resist that desire inside your body. Don’t cum. Just edge more. And more. And more. Okay? I’ll help you.”

That was nice of them. Helping you to resist. “Look at my body, look into my eyes, and resist the urge to cum for me.” They laughed. “That’s it. That’s right. Were you getting confused, about what was going on? It’s okay. Don’t think. Just resist the urge to cum. Just edge!”

Their words made sense. Thinking was so hard right now, when all of your mind was focused on resisting the urge to cum. Like you had always been, right? “Keep going sweetie. Touch. Edge. Let my words help you do it. Let my words take the place of your thoughts.”

Another moan from your lips as the pleasure reached a peak. They held up a hand, as if to quell the pleasure rising inside you. “Hold it back, toy. Just focus on my words, not on the pleasure. You can do it. Focus. Accept my words. Resist the pleasure.”

You managed to do it, barely. You were riding the edge at this point. Mind lost in a loop of pleasure and ecstasy. Their hand brushed down your cheek. “That’s right, toy. Don’t think about anything but resisting the pleasure. Let my words take over. Good toy.”