“Did I say you could stop?” Your hypnotist asked, as you sat, quivering, in post orgasm bliss. Your mind took a moment to catch up – they hadn’t told you to stop touching… So… Your body was reacting before you had finished processing the thought.
More touching. More pleasure. Only… This was more intense. “That’s it toy… You’re still under my control, no matter how much your body feels like it can’t take any more. So, keep going.” Your mind was crumbling again, any semblance of thought was dissolving.
The pleasure and their control were intertwining, wrapping around your brain, and crushing it. You let out a soft whimper as the pleasure continued to grow, continued to pulse, and spike. “Awh, what’s wrong?” Your hypnotist cooed down at you, as you writhed.
“Is it too much sensation? Are you feeling overstimulated? Has it begun to hurt yet?” That last question was asked with a… vindictive tone. And it was beginning to hurt. The spikes of pleasure were becoming small brushes of pain. They were laughing as you gasped.
“Good. I want you to hurt for me. To suffer for me. I want you to feel your submission through the sensations that creep through you. Pleasure can be a source of pain, just as surely as impact can, toy. Keep going. You can stop when I tell you, okay?”
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