Hypnopum
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Stuck on Pleasure
🕑 Added 2022-07-02 16:31:40 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist teases you about your boastfulness.
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“‘Sure, I can take it.’” Your hypnotist leant down, examining your blank, expressionless face. “That was what you told me. You told me that you could take whatever I could throw at you.” They shook their head. “Now look at you. Just another broken toy.”
You weren’t hearing any of this. Not consciously. You’d remember it, after they brought you back up. If they brought you back up. But right now, all that existed was the vast, immobilizing sea of pleasure. You couldn’t move, or the sensation of pleasure would overwhelm you.
Instead you knelt there. Feeling all of the stored pleasure within you pulsing, thrumming. It had nowhere to go. It was just as trapped as you were. But it couldn’t feel. It couldn’t register the sensation of each second being another edge.
You could though. Each moment was another pulse of pleasure that took you higher. You had stopped begging, moving your mouth was too much. It almost hurt. But it felt so good. You felt their hand trace down your cheek, and a sound escaped your lips.
It wasn’t a moan, more a gasp, or a hiss. Maybe just an escaping breath. But it caused another wave of pleasure. Another exquisite knife that would have made you want to write, and moan. But you couldn’t want anything right now. Your brain was stuck on pleasure.
“Do I want to fix you? Or do I want to leave you like this for a while? You wouldn’t notice, I’m sure. You’re lost in your pleasure right now.” Your hypnotist laughed. “Or, well. I’ll put you back together. My way. Remake you. Maybe that way, you will be able to take what I give you.”
