Kinky Prince Charming

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to reconsider?" Jared asked mildly, his voice every bit as smooth and calm as if he was offering Milly extra sugar for her coffee. "I mean, I'm sure you believe this to be a moral stance and all, but I assure you it won't matter from a practical sense, and offering me your willing submission does have its benefits. There are degrees of hypnotic control, after all, and I think you'll find that the rewards you receive vary greatly between one degree and another." He smiled, and Milly knew he had to be seeing the sudden and uncomfortable warmth she was feeling written across her contorted face. He'd done something, used one of his many triggers, and now her clit was throbbing with sexual heat.

Her clothing felt tight and constrictive, itching and chafing wherever it touched her skin, and it was so distracting Milly almost missed Jared's next words. "If you submit to me voluntarily, if you give up this struggle to resist that's purely notional in any event, well--you'll find that compliance will be rewarded, to use a phrase you particularly like. Whereas if we have to proceed to breaking your will, degree by degree, then I'm afraid you're in for a certain amount of… oh, I suppose we could say discomfort on your part. Perhaps even desperation, if we get to that degree." Milly let out a soft, keening whimper as the repeated triggers made her whole body flare with wild, uncontrollable arousal, and her fingers twitched with the desire to masturbate.

It wouldn't have been so bad if there wasn't a part of her that genuinely wanted this--she'd found Jared on a hypnofetish server originally, her face hot with a blush no one but her could see as she confessed to fantasies she'd been holding onto for more than a decade, and surrendering to his smooth, inexorable control was hot right up until the point where she found herself sharing personal information with him and he told her to meet him at a nearby hotel. That was only the beginning of a slow descent down a greased slope until she was here with him, pawing at her clothes in a desperate attempt to get cool air on her skin, as he smiled and told her, "There are also degrees of pleasure, Milly. Wouldn't you like to feel those instead?"

The prickling heat stopped when she got down to just her thigh-high black stockings, but by then Milly's cunt was so wet it was practically dripping and when Jared intoned, "Degree, degree, degree," she let out a squeal of helpless lust and began to frantically rub herself. But it was no good, he'd already told her she wouldn't be able to cum until she willingly abased herself and begged to submit, and he just chuckled at the sight of her frantic arousal and said, "Degree, Milly, I can do this all day if that's what it takes." She recognized the trigger now, even if she didn't remember accepting it, but it was one thing to understand what was happening to her and quite another to fight it. And deep down, Milly knew some part of her was hoping for exactly this outcome when she first let herself fall into trance. She heard a voice as if from a long way away, high and meek and begging to surrender, and it took her a surprisingly long time to realize it was hers.

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