Pulse (Patreon)

Your hypnotist brings you to orgasm with two triggers, lodged firmly in your brain.

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“Pulse.” You hypnotist said.

There it was. The word that affected you so much. Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure hit you. It was like lightning, dancing through you, causing your muscles to clench in bliss, as the pleasure wound quickly together, concentrating in your core.

You heard their laughter. “Ah, fuck you look good like that, cutie. Pulse.”

Your eyes closed this time as the pleasure washed over you. Thrumming in your mind with a sort of intensity that made you feel like your mind was popping, bursting, thoughts imploding. And it felt incredible.

“Pulse.” You shivered as the pleasure ran through you.

“Pulse.” Your eyes scrunched tighter closed as your mind was being overwhelmed by bliss.

“Pulse.” A moan left your lips as the pleasure got more intense.

“Pulse” You felt your mind buckling under the pressure.

Each pulse danced you closer to the edge.

Each pulse dragged your pleasure higher.

The need to cum.

The want to orgasm.

Nothing else existed in your mind.

“Pop!” Said your hypnotist, snapping their fingers.

The pleasure spiked. In your brain. In your body. All throughout you.

Your eyes opened wide.

A scream of pleasure escaped from your lips.

Back arched. Mind drowned in pleasure. Pulsing through you, until it popped.