No intention of mercy (Patreon)

Your hypnotist allows you to touch, but uses a hypnotic trigger to stop you from cumming. Is that mean of them?

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Your hypnotist’s fingers curled under your chin, pulling your glassy gaze up to meet their stare. “Decisions? Oh no, toy. You’re not smart enough for those. Not when I’m in the room.” Their fingers squeezed your chin. Your eyelids fluttered. It felt so good.

“Not when I’m in your head. You’re just my mindless, denied toy.” You felt pleasure and frustration pulse in between your legs. A soft whine escaped your lips. “Good toys don’t think. Good toys can’t think.” Your mantra. It sank like a stone through your helpless mind.

“Good toys just sink deeper, and deeper, and let their dominant make the decisions for them.” They were right. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t decide. Needed their control. You needed them to make the decisions for you. They smirked down at you.

“You can play with yourself. You can edge. You can touch.” Your hands moved, quickly, desperately, slipping between your legs. “But cumming? No. You can’t do that.” Their smirk grew wider, a mischievous smile. “Seal.” They said, snapping their fingers.

You felt a lock placed on your body. So familiar. So mean. “There we go. Now you can edge as much as you want, and your body won’t let you cum.” They laughed at you. “Your mind might break, from all the pleasure, and arousal, but that’s okay.”

You could feel it already, the blissful pleasure of being allowed to touch, even more than just touching, it was them telling you to that made it feel good. “Your thoughts will leak out from between your legs, but all you’ll do is get needier and needier.”

Their tone indicated that they had no intention of mercy. “More aroused. More desperate. Your body won’t be able to cum. And, well, you can’t think. But your mind will still be dragged towards desire with every edge. Get to it, my slutty, needy, denied little object.”