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Your dominant's gotten you so pent up that you can't think straight. And they're still teasing you!

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You sat alone, in your room. Desperate. Needy. It had been over a week of no cumming. And your dominant had not been merciful in that time. Their voice notes, the nudes, the messages they sent all inflamed your senses. And it was getting distracting.

The humming arousal constantly in your mind was starting to grate on you. It was hard to think non-horny thoughts. But the horny thoughts just made it worse. You wanted to touch. Absent mindedly, thinking of your dominant, a hand began to drift down your body.

Only for your subconscious to take control. “Good toys don’t touch without permission.” You said, the words bursting from your lips. A mantra that was branded onto your mind. “Good toys don’t touch without permission.” Your hips humped the air as your hand retreated.

And then came a new notification on your phone. Another voice note, responding to your message explaining all this. You hit play. And it started with a laugh. “Silly toy. I know you’re pent up. I know you’re needy. That’s the point. I want you needy. I want you desperate.”

You let out a soft whine of desire. “I want you so horny that all you think about when you’re alone is pleasure. And I want you to associate that pleasure with me. That’s why I used my hypnotic control over you to stop you touching without my permission.”

Their voice paused for a moment “I am the source of your pleasure, toy.” They finished. The silence that filled the room was heavy with the desire that had, until moments ago, been within your mind. Their voice had created an atmosphere of such need. Such want.

You fell to your knees, holding your phone above your head. Surely if you showed them how much you wanted it, how much you needed it, then they’d let you touch? They’d let you cum. Right? You took a few photos, and sent them over. A few moments went by.

You wiggled your hips, still feeling the desperation, until you saw the three dots bouncing. They were typing. Then came their message.

‘Ohh, if you’re so very desperate… You can touch, toy. But you can’t cum. I’ll see you tonight. I look forward to seeing what state you’re in.’