More pleasure, less thinking (Patreon)

Inspired by @fiestry on Twitter. Your hypnotist has made an association for you between thinking and pleasure. It's an inverse association.

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Your hips bucked as you drew more pleasure out from between your legs. Your eyes were unfocused, bleary. “Awh, what’s wrong toy? Is it hard to think with your hands down there?” Your hypnotist said, laughing. They were enjoying themselves.

A moan left your lips, and your hypnotist leant down before you, eyes level with yours. “Is the arousal making it worse?” You nodded, and they clicked their tongue, thoughtfully. “Okay, then I think you should stop touching.” You hands were pulled away from your sex.

“Good job, toy.” It was like your wrists had been magnetised to your thighs by the power of their words, unable to move. “And, since you can’t think right now… You should just do what I say, isn’t that right?” They paused for a moment, meeting your gaze. “It is right, toy.”

They gently rubbed a finger down your nose. Your eyes closed momentarily, savouring the sensation, head still feeling like it was filled with cotton candy. “I love how easy you are to control like this.” They said. As they pulled away their finger, you felt the need again.

“What’s wrong now?” They asked as you looked up at them, pleadingly. “Has stopping touching not helped?” You slowly shook your head, as your body twinged with desire. “Okay, then keep touching. Feel your arousal continue to grow.” Your hands moved, quickly.

Too quickly. Like it wasn’t in your control. Though, of course. It wasn’t. Your hypnotist smiled at you. “Feel how hard it is to think like this, toy.” Each movement of your hand felt like another drop of a clotting toxin, choking off your thoughts. “I love seeing you like this.”

Their eyes were glittering, dangerously. “You’re just a fucktoy for my amusement. Fucking yourself into brainless servitude. You’re reaching towards pleasure, and cutting off your thoughts as you do. Keep touching. Go faster.” Your hands sped up.

“Find that speed you love, toy.” Moans were falling from your lips again. “Can you feel your arousal growing? Can you feel your thoughts becoming slower, and slower? Oh yeah baby, it’s so fucking hard to think now, isn’t it? That’s right. No thoughts. Only pleasure.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as your mind dissolved under the pleasurable assault of your hands. “Shh, that’s okay toy.” They slipped a finger into your mouth, which you began to suck on. “I can think for you. Blank mind, empty head. That’s all you need.”

Your moans were quietened by their finger, but your body was rocking, thrusting in need and desire. “Just sink deeper into the pleasure.” They said. “Sink deeper into thoughtless bliss.” They once again paused, looking at you. “Do you want to cum? Do you want release?”

You found the strength of will to force your eyes back to theirs. They were smirking. “Well, too bad. That sounds like you’re thinking to me, and as we’ve already explained, you don’t think. You just sink. Keep touching. Let the pleasure pull you deeper, my good toy.”