#hypnosis write up

I kept my hands off his head, even though I wanted to pet him more and kept them instead lightly on his shoulders.

“I’d like your mind to think of how it responds to pleasure.”

“Yes.”

I continued for a few more minutes, ramping up the idea of pleasure.

“Now, you mentioned that you enjoy snaps, I bet your mind would also enjoy connecting my snaps to that… pleasure, won’t it?”

“Yes.”

“That mind, connecting my snaps to…” I snapped as I said “pleasure”. And this time he gave a definite moan.

“Good boy.”

I snapped for a few more moments before, aware we were running out of time, I walked in front of him, took his hands in mine, and helped him stand up.

He followed me to the comfy chair in the corner of the room and, per our negotiations, I had him kneel.

I sat in the comfy chair and began to say a few words when he said “Silver”, his physical comfort safeword.

I gently had him ease into a cross legged position instead, thanking him and praising him for using his safeword. I petted his head as he shifted.

While he was sitting cross legged in front of me, I gave him a Freeze Trigger. He responded beautifully. And it was quite fun to pose him.

I went behind him and, again, began to pet and stroke his hair, talking about submission and obedience, obedience and submission.

I sat down in the comfy chair again. “In a moment, I’m going to count you all the way back up, and when I do, you’ll find that when I count down again, you’ll drop right back down here, you can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Very good. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. All the way up.”

He came up and smiled at me. I returned the smile and snapped, making his expression into one of pleasure as he briefly moaned.

Note, the audiophile in me was extremely pleased by him. He made a lot of wonderful sounds for me.

Continuing on. I snapped a few times for him, before asking him to drink some water, handing him the plastic cup he’d filled before the session.

Once he’d drunk what he wanted, I took the cup and counted back down, and down he went.

I checked the time then counted down a few more times before standing and helping him stand. I walked behind him and rubbed my hand along his back, trying to figure out how to get his shirt off.

I’m not short, at 5’7” but he’s over 6 feet, and it took a bit of careful movement of his body but I finally managed to get his shirt off.

His nipples pleasantly surprised me, not being flat. I reached up and rubbed one gently, checking in.

“How does this feel?”

He was still in trance but he replied slowly. “Better than neutral.”

That was good, during our negotiations he mentioned he hadn’t done much nipple play before, and had consented to me playing with them.

I reached out to that same nipple with my left hand, and this time as I rubbed it, I snapped. That definitely elicited a response.

Grinning, I moved my hand to his other nipple and rubbed that one, also snapping. Again, his response was delightful.

I continued, back and forth rubbing and tweaking his nipples, and snapping. His reactions were getting more intense as I continued.

Using the Freeze Trigger, I guided his own hands to play with his nipples, controlling both his arms and hands to bring him pleasure.

The mind is a wonderful thing and a few times his mind lost track of which hand was rubbing a nipple and it would either drift away or stop rubbing.

It made me laugh as I caught that hand misbehaving and gently reminded him of what it was supposed to be doing. It would immediately obey until the next time his mind was distracted.

As much as I was enjoying this, I checked the time again and noted we only had a few minutes left.

I canceled both the freeze trigger and the snaps trigger (he made a noise of complaint at canceling that one) and brought him all the way up.

We talked about the session for a few minutes, drinking our respective waters before moving to his bed to cuddle.

I lay down and had him lay on me, head on my breast as I cuddled him. We talked some more and snuggled for aftercare. He’s a good snuggler.

All too soon the time came for me to go. I hesitated and then asked if he wanted to have another session after dinner. I was hopeful and he said yes!

I went to dinner with my friends and it was rather good! Boyfriend Caleb and I spent some alone time together before he was off to sleep and it was time for me to go back to Caleb’s room.

I knocked and was surprised to see he had on a different shirt, a D&D shirt. I liked it and complimented it and he smiled.

We sat back down and chatted for a few minutes before diving back into negotiations. They were quite a bit shorter this time, since we had done 45 minutes only a few hours earlier and we both agreed those negotiations were still good.

We clarified a few things, like his consent for kissing, and then we began again.

After making sure he had two more cups of water, I had him pull the rolling chair closer to the comfy chair I was sitting in. I had him close his eyes and remember the previous trance we had done a few hours ago.

As he dropped, I could hear it in his voice, he said “Dirty tricks. I like it.” a reference to a class he had went to on Friday and down he went. I counted down a few times, then lifted one of his arms up.

“This arm staying stiff in the air, staying here until I tap the back of your wrist.” I let go of his arm and it stayed stiff in the air, outstretched. “When I tap the back of your wrist, that arm will drop into your lap and you’ll drop down even deeper.”

I waited a few moments before gently tapping the back of his wrist. Obediently his arm dropped into his lap.

I repeated this for his other arm. And then again with both arms. He was well and truly under.

I stood, walked behind him, and began to repeat what I had done a few hours earlier, spreading submission through his mind.

I alternated between my hands in his hair, and my mouth on his neck. He made wonderful sounds as I kissed and nibbled his neck. I probably spent slightly too long on his neck, but we both enjoyed it.

I reinstalled the snap trigger and played with that, as well as his neck. Mmmmmmm. Wonderful reactions.

I then turned his chair around and pushed it back until it was almost against the comfy chair. I sat and played with his hair and submission a bit more before standing and carefully taking off his shirt. And began to run my hands across his shoulders and down his chest.

As per our negotiations, a few mins after his shirt came off, he pointed at the heater, letting me know he needed heat. I obliged, turned on the heater, and continued playing with him.

I alternated between my hands petting his body and snapping, enjoying all of his reactions.

At one point he began to shudder and I brought him up. And turned the chair back around so I could see his face and body.

His legs were practically vibrating they were shuddering so much.

I checked in, placing my hand on his knee, enjoying the feel of the almost-vibration. “I’m good. This is just jitters. It’s normal. I’m sorry.” He looked genuinely apologetic.

“Please don’t apologize. I’m a reaction junky as you’ve probably noticed and I’m loving this reaction.” I gently pet his jittering thigh.

We chatted for a bit more, before I started teasing him with snaps.

I had paused and chatted with him a few times during this four hour session. With him being new I wanted to make sure that he remained okay with where everything was going.

Eventually I calmed down my snaps to ask “How are your nipples feeling?” I was curious if they were still affected by our earlier play.

He automatically raised his hands and began to lightly rub them in circles and gave quite the moan, causing me to grin.

He smiled and continued rubbing, and I remained quiet, watching and enjoying.

“Oh. Uh. Is this supposed to drop me?” He lowered his hands from his nipples and gave his head the tiniest bit of a shake.

“It can if you want it to. Do you want it to?” I asked.

“I’m curious if it will work.” He went to raise his hands back up to his nipples.

“One sec.” He lowered his hands at my words as I turned to the side table next to the comfy chair and handed him the plastic cup of water waiting there. While he downed half the cup, I drank some of my own water.

He handed me the half empty cup of water back and, as I put it back on the side table, he once again lifted his hands to his nipples.

I smiled at him. “Go ahead. I’ll remain quiet.”

As I watched, he slowly rubbed his nipples in circles. At first he bit his lip, but then his face grew more and more slack until he was under, his hands moving slowly on his nipples. (Later he told me this was his favorite part.)

“Can you count down, please?” His voice already sounded trancy but I was happy to oblige.

I counted him down, five to one, twice.

Once I was sure he was nice and deep, I gently reached forward and lowered his hands, and turned the chair he was sitting in back around and began to double down on his submission and obedience, playing with his hair and his neck.

I also began to add in pleasure, snapping and saying “pleasure” and hypnotically intensifying his reactions. That lasted at least 15 minutes before I sat back in the comfy chair and turned him back around so he was facing me again.

I reached forward and began to stroke his inner thighs. He didn’t moan as much as he had from my nibbling on his neck, but it was still quite enjoyable.

I grinned as I had a silly idea. I love silly ideas almost as much as I love subby moans.

I moved my hands from his thighs and sat back in my comfy chair. “In a moment, I’m going to count from one to three. When I do you’ll be halfway up. Just as suggestible as you are now, just as hypnotized as you are now, but your mind feeling as if it’s all the way awake. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

He nodded. “Yes, Sweet.”

The grin that caused was evident in my voice as I slowly counted “1. 2. 3.”

His eyes blinked open and he blushed so prettily, biting his bottom lip.

I handed him his half empty glass of water and he drank it while I drank my own.

He handed me the empty cup and I set it back down.

“Now, I like…” I snapped, making him moan “teasing you. I like giving you…” with my left hand I stroked his inner thigh while I snapped with my right “pleasure. Pleasure is good for the mind. Distracting. Pleasurable.” Again, I snapped and his moans were slightly louder.

“You get very sing-songy when you trance.” He remarked. Its a comment I receive often.

I grinned at that and randomly sang “Now, I know my snap, snap, snaps, next time won’t you moan for me.” in the tone of the Alphabet Song.

“Oh! Idea!” I know my eyes lit up at this. “When I say ‘now’ you are going to sing the ABC’s nice and slow for me. You can do that for me, can’t you?” He again bit his bottom lip but only for a moment before nodding.

“Good boy.” I reached forward and rubbed one of his nipples gently.

“Now.”

And he slowly sang the ABCs while I snapped my fingers, played with his nipples and rubbed his inner thighs.

With my assistance, he stuttered, gasped, and moaned through the Alphabet.

I have never been aroused by the ABCs before, but there’s a first time for everything.

I teased him for a few more minutes and then counted one to five, bringing him all the way awake for another check-in. He was still good to go.

I began doing another “Yes Set” and he dropped quite deeply. I gave him the suggestion that if he ever needed to say “no” he could raise and lower his right hand.

Then I began stroking him on his neck. At one point, I raised his hand and began stroking my own neck with it. When I let go, he started to reach out himself to stroke my neck, something I was very okay with.

Later, in aftercare, he told me it was because he wanted to do something to please me and he knew, by my reactions, that stroking my neck would do it.

I simply enjoyed him for a few more minutes before bringing him up for a check in, water, and then moving to the bed for the second part of our negotiated session.

The sexual part of our play.

We both lay on his bed, I remained dressed but he was still wearing only his pants. We chatted for a few moments, flirting and teasing before he sat up and said he had to pee.

I fully expected to wait but he invited me to watch, reminding me we had negotiated Omorashi, and my watching him pee. (I had explained Omorashi the previous night to him and he had an interest in trying it.)

I walked with him into the bathroom and saw his penis for the first time as he pulled down the front of his pants.

He was pee shy for a minute or so before the stream started. We both commented that his pee was quite clear from all the water I’d been having him drink.

He was watching me as I was watching him and I was probably grinning since I remember enjoying it quite a bit.

While he was washing his hands, I gathered both of his empty cups and brought them into the bathroom.

He looked over at me, and smiled. “I thought those would be making an appearance again.” And he obediently took them and filled them both up.

We returned to the bedroom and he set both waters by his side of the bed.

After, laying down, we briefly discussed our negotiations again and we were still good to go.

I know I’ve mentioned negotiations quite a bit, but it was important, especially when moving on to sexual stuff, that he was 100% okay with everything I was about to do with him.

That settled, I reached up and played with his nipples. I pulled and tweaked and rubbed and dropped him down.

“Every time I pull either of your nipples like this…” I gave one of his nipples a quick tug, causing a lovely little moan, “I’d like you to say ‘pleasure’ for me. Because you can do that for me, can’t you?”

His brows furrowed for a moment. “What?” The question came out slowly.

“Very good. Thank you for asking. Anytime I pull either of your nipples like this” again I gave the nipple another tug and waited for his moan to die down “I’d like you to say the word ‘pleasure’...” I paused “for me. Are you okay with this?”

His brow cleared and he nodded. I gave his other nipple a tug. His head went back as he said “pleasure” in a half moan.

“Very good.” And I counted him up.

I began to play and tug on his nipples, enjoying each and every “pleasure” that caused. I love trigger play. In fact, why not add a second trigger?

I dropped him again. There was a marked difference between how he dropped now and when I first dropped him Friday night after Speed Trance. Down he went, easy as could be.

“Arousal, arousal, arousal. And being called a ‘good boy’. These things go quite well together, don’t they?”

“Yes, Sweet.” He nodded.

“Good boy. And arousal. Good boy. And arousal. Good boy…” He moaned and his back arched ever so slightly. “Arousal. In fact whenever I call you a ‘good boy’ I’d like for you to feel all this arousal. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, Sweet.” He nodded.

“And, when you feel this arousal, I’d like you to say ‘arousal’...” I paused to make sure there wasn’t confusion again, “to let me know you are feeling that arousal. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, Sweet.”

“Very… good boy!”

I watched as his mouth opened and his hips shifted. It took barely a moment before he said “Arousal.”

“Very good!” I shifted my right arm so I was no longer leaning on it.

“Good boy!” snap

He responded as I hoped, lovely and intense as he said “arousal”.

I was quite pleased with him and began alternating between tugging his nipples and saying ‘good boy’.

“Arousal. Pleasure. Arousal. Pleasure. Arousal. Pleasure.” His responses alternated as well.

Eventually I paused long enough in my teasing to bring him all the way up.

After having him drink more water, I begin to bombard him with snaps, nipple tugs, and good boy’s.

Turns out he responds quite well to overstim.

At one point I began to suck the nipple closest to me. Unsatisfied with only being able to reach one of those delightful nipples, I wrapped my arm around him and rolled his body towards me so my mouth could suck on the other nipple.

Surprisingly he responded with “arousal” when I sucked on his nipples as well.

Eventually I decided to move on, though, giving one of his nipples a final suck.

“I’d like you to take those pants off for me now.” I smiled and he smiled back.

“Yes, Sweet.” He lifted up his hips and slid down his pants, leaving his underwear still on.

While he freed his feet from the legs of the pants, I admired the wet spot on his underwear.

“Do you tend to leak a lot?” Precum is one of my kinks and I’m sure I was grinning at him.

“Not really.” I might have made a disappointed “oh” at this.

Once his feet were free and his pants were on the floor, I gestured to his underwear. “Those off too, please.”

“Yes, Sweet.” And off they came. He was definitely leaking.

As per our consent, I didn’t touch his penis but that didn’t mean I couldn’t admire and appreciate it. I like penis.

“We negotiated you stroking and edging for me, didn’t we?”

“We did. Yes, Sweet.” He was blushing. “But before that, I have to pee again.”

“Okay, you can pee. I’ll be in in a sec.” I wanted to watch him walk to the bathroom. And I’m so glad I did.

He got up and began to walk away and I got my first look at his ass.

“Oh! Holy heck! That ass! Get back here!!!” I was a tad too loud in my absolute surprise of what an amazing ass he had.

He squeaked in surprise, and blushed. “What? Really?” And attempted to look behind himself.

“Yes, go use the bathroom. I’ll actually wait here.”

He was pretty quick and when he came back to the bed, I stopped him from laying down and made him turn around so I could get a nice, big, handful of his ass. Absolutely perfect bubblebutt.

I had him lean over the bed and I fondled his ass for a few moments, commenting that it was too bad we hadn’t negotiated spanking. He wiggled his butt in my hand and then we crawled back on the bed to start the teasing portion of our session.

Not that I hadn’t been teasing him for the past three hours.

I began to lick his nipples and stroke his naked inner thighs, being careful to avoid his tender bits.

I also added snaps which caused him to leak, much to my enjoyment.

At one point I remember moving my face close to his penis and snapping and watching the pre leak out and down his shaft.

I moved away as that was quite tempting and began to use my mouth on his nipples and neck, alternating and enjoying all his moans.

When he next had to pause to use the restroom, I came with to enjoy the show, and his butt.

When we returned to the bed, we chatted for a bit and began to Dad Joke at each other for at least ten minutes.

This is not at all unusual for one of my sessions. I am of the belief that if my sexy fun time does not involve laughter, it’s bad sexy fun time.

A few more jokes back and forth and I was ready to begin his edging.

I dropped him, tapping him on the forehead and dragging my finger down his nose. He went down like a rock, fast and quick.

“In a moment, I’m going to have you stroke for me, and with every down stroke, I’d like you to say the word “Obedience”. Are you okay with this?” “Yes, Sweet.”

“Very good. In fact” I snapped a lot and watched as he grew hard again.

“Now that you are nice and hard for me, I’d like you to stroke…” I paused as I remembered something important, leaned over him, snagged his lube off the nightstand, lifted his hand, and put the bottle into it.

“Please lube yourself up first.” His other hand lifted to open the bottle and obediently poured some lube on his still hard penis and his hand before capping the bottle and handing it back to me.

I set it on my nightstand. “Now, that you are ready, when you begin to stroke, with every down stroke I’d like you to say the word “Obedience”. Begin now.”

Obediently he stroked. “Obedience. Obedience. Obedience.”

I brought him halfway up as he stroked, each stroke up I said a number, each stroke down he said “Obedience”.

He blinked at me as he came up and said “obedience” as he continued to stroke.

I teased his nipples, enjoying all the “obedience”s in my ear.

After about five minutes he said “Yellow.” Which caused me a moment of concern before he added “I need to get my other lube if this is going to go longer.”

“It’s definitely going to go longer, go get your lube.” I sat up and enjoyed the sight of that delicious butt of his as he rooted in his suitcase.

As he did so, and walked back to the bed other lube in hand, we discussed changing the word to something shorter. We discarded several options before he suggested “I could say ‘Sweet’.” “Oh! I like that. Yes! I like that!” I was excited. It hadn’t occurred to me that my name could be an option.

“I like it, too.”

“Okay, you are halfway up right now, which means you are halfway down which means you are still suggestible. So I can easily tell you that every time you stroke down you will now say my name… ‘Sweet’ with each down stroke. You understand, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sweet.”

“Very good boy.”

“Pleasure.” And he began to stroke.

“Sweet. Sweet. Sweet.”

I’ll freely admit, him saying my name all aroused and full of pleasure I found to extremely arousing.

I played with his nipples and snapped until he edged the first time. He didn’t stop stroking, he just kept going. I didn’t realize this was his first edge until after the scene was over and we were aftercaring.

Each of his edges flowed into the next edge, and it took me until the third or fourth one for me to realize that the way he was saying “Sweet” all frantic and fast, meant that he was edging.

Once I realized that, I began to up my game during his edges, focusing on his nipples, snapping, and saying “good boy” which interfered slightly with his frantic “Sweet”s, much to my amusement.

During our negotiation he had mentioned that he’d never really been into begging, but neither had anyone encouraged it. I’d offered to encourage it and he blushed and agreed.

Now, I told him that if he wanted to be allowed to cum, he would say “please”. He nodded and kept stroking.

I played with his nipples and I heard something that sounded like half squeak and half please. I wasn’t quite sure and so said “Cum for me?”

He didn’t cum and kept stroking so I figured I misheard him. The second time he said “please, please, please”. There was no mistaking this. I grabbed the towel we had prepared for this and laid it on his stomach.

“Yes! Cum for me. Cum for me, now!”

And he did.

I was lifting the edge of the towel up to catch his cum, when the first three volleys went over it in quick succession before the towel was in place.

The first volley went all the way to his temple and into his hair.

The next volley landed in his eye, which reflexively closed.

And the third volley landed on the crook of his shoulder and neck.

Then the towel was properly in place and caught the rest.

When he finished cumming we started laughing at the towel miscalculation and joking about it, his face and hair still covered in cum.

I had him close his eyes, and I canceled all suggestions and triggers. Again he made a sound of disappointment when I canceled the snap trigger.

His mind all cleaned up, he walked to the bathroom to clean up his body. I enjoyed the sight of his butt again.

After he crawled back into bed, we drank our respective waters, and I opened my arms for him to lay his head on my breast again.

We aftercared for about forty minutes, cuddling and chatting about not only the four hour session but also my slow and “subtle” chase of him the entire con.

Eventually, due to needing to check out at 11am, we said our good nights, and I headed to mine and Boyfriend Caleb’s room to get a much needed fucking before I passed out.

The End

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Sometimes I’d just let him enjoy his boob induced trance for a minute before I’d say “over”, but sometimes I’d say “good boy” and snap (pleasure trigger from my Fractionation and Snaps file).

My getting a match while he was under garnered some wonderful reactions. I greatly enjoyed seeing his face as he moaned to the memory of hearing me orgasm. 

At one point, near the end of the game when he was awake, I got a match. 

“I got a match.” I received a calm “yay” from him, which was mildly concerning.

“Caleb. I got a match.” Another calm “yay”, then an explanation. “There is too much going on inside for me to show it on the outside.” 

To which I grinned, said “good boy” and snapped, also receiving minimal reaction. Fascinating. 

Please note he was also heavily fractionated at this point. 

But another pair of bare boobs flipped and down he went, “leaking”. 

I won, 28 matches to 2. The two he got were both SFW.

“I don’t remember where any of the boob ones are, but I remember where the non-boobs ones are!”

We aftercared by playing another board game. Half way through he said “So, you said you wanted me in your head.”

“Yes, please!” 

I’ve been teaching him how to be a hypnotist and, being SweetTist, I don’t get to go under half as much as I’d like to.

During the rest of the game, we carefully negotiated the upcoming scene.

He won the game handedly, much to my mock grumbles and it was time for him to hypnotize me. 

I left my computer, made sure to grab my water, and lay in bed, the phone next to my pillow where I could hear him easily.

He asked a few clarifying questions to make sure he understood my consent, and when we were both ready, he began to give me a lot of praise. Slow, steady praise.

Vanilla at first but dipping into more and more hypnotic praises. “I really enjoy how wonderfully creative you can be. And you’re so good at dropping and sinking into trance.”

I love being praised and his voice is incredibly soothing. I dropped easily. Once I was deep down, his seduction began. 

I had given him an example of how to seduce a woman during our negotiations and he employed all if not most of my suggestions. 

Nibbling ear lobes, kissing neck, stroking inner thighs, slow, tender, effective seduction. 

Eventually, after I was moaning a bit, he mentioned bringing out his cock and having me suck it, which I enjoyed. A lot. So much in fact that when he pulled it out of my mouth, I made a sound of disappointment. 

“I know. But there’s another place that wants to be filled too, isn’t there?” He later told me my “yes”es to that were quite arousing, and encouraging. “It meant I was doing something right!”

He described fucking me good and hard and when he came, he began to pull out. I said “please, don’t”, in a small protest. 

He obligingly slid back in and, much to my pleasant surprise, rather than staying in me until he went soft, he instead told me he remained hard.

After a minute of teasing me, he went for round two, which lasted longer and actually had him saying the word “fucking” which hypnotized me enjoyed, as he doesn’t normally swear. 

After he finished in me the second time, he allowed himself to soften while he was still in me, slowly letting himself fall out of me and then cuddled, pet, and praised me before bringing me up.

I came up, energized and happy, singing his praises. Then, mildly concerned (because I’m teaching him to be a hypnotist and I’m extremely consent focused) I asked “Did you come twice?” 

“Oh. I didn’t come at all. I didn’t stroke.” He shook his head.

“Oh good.” Relieved, I took a drink of water then picked up my phone to watch him on camera. 

“We didn’t negotiate you stroking during that scene. Had you done so, that would have been bad and we would have had to had a talk. But, you didn’t touch. No consent violation, which means I can say…”

“It really sounded like you came.” I made a sound of obvious appreciation. 

“It’s called ‘Acting’!” He proclaimed, waggling his brows at me which sent me into a fit of laughter. 

“I will say that, between this and the Memory Game, I’m feeling a tad… sexually frustrated.” He added.

My tone immediately shifted from sated subject to devious hypnotist. “I can fix that later if you wish?”

“Yes. That sounds fun. A surprise, I guess?”

“A surprise, if you are okay with that?” 

“Yes. I love surprises.”

“I know.” I teased.

And we finished our aftercare. 

We chatted for a bit as I gathered a few things I need for the next session. Finally ready, I smiled, which I know he could easily hear in my voice. 

“Are you ready for that ‘fix’ I was talking about?” “Yes!” He sounded eager. I giggled at him and he blushed slightly. 

“Get comfortable.” After he adjusted himself in his chair, I activated his submission trigger, watching as he went down in trance, and I helped bring him rather deep.

“In our negotiations, you consented to denial, didn’t you?” I continued at his trancy “yes”. 

“I have a dildo here. I’m going to use it on myself. Everytime it goes deep into me, which I’m more than sure you’ll be able to hear, that denied cock of yours will be a bit more… denied. Are you okay with this?” 

“Yes.” 

And I slid the dildo into myself, letting him hear the pleasure of it. He groaned as that denial sunk into him. 

I continued to pleasure myself, watching his face. At one point, I ordered him to mantra “submissive and denied” as I continued to use the dildo on myself and oh, what an immediate effect. 

After a few minutes, I stopped thrusting and laid back down to focus on him. 

“I’m going to bring you up in a moment. When I do, you’ll bring up all that wonderful denial up with you, won’t you?”

“Yes.” “Because you enjoy being denied, don’t you?” “Yes.” I counted him up, reinforcing that denial with every number. 

When he came up his face was a mask of pure sexual frustration. “Hello, Miss Sweet.” “Hello Caleb, what is that expression for?” “I’m desperate, Miss Sweet.” “To stroke?” “Yes. Miss Sweet.” “But you don’t want to stroke, isn’t that right?” “I don’t want to stroke.” He hesitated and I waited, having just enjoyed him repeating that phrase. “But my cock wants me to stroke.” “But you like being denied, don’t you?” “Yes, Miss Sweet.” “I’ll make you a deal. In the next two minutes, every single time you say, ‘I don’t want to stroke’, I’ll take a stroke with this dildo. Does that sound good?” “Yes, Miss Sweet, I don’t want to stroke.” And, as per our deal, I let him hear my pleasure as I slid the dildo into me, once.

Hearing my pleasure he began to chant. “I don’t want to stroke. I don’t want to stroke.” Over and over. 

As I used the dildo on myself, I watched his body language, he’d curled his hands into fists in front of his chest, his face a mask of desperation as he chanted that he didn’t want to stroke. 

As I thrusted, watching him, I also kept glancing at the clock. “Twenty seconds.” And, to my surprise, he chanted faster, and I did my best to keep pace. 

“Time up.” And I stopped and lay back down. His body was still tense, his hands still balled up into tight fists. 

I smiled and asked, innocently. “What’s going on?”

“I want to stroke. But, its hot to not stroke. But it wants to me to stroke.”

“Mmmmm. Is that right? Look down at it, now, and tell me how much it wants you to stroke it.”

He glanced down at it for a moment, then put his head back, and began to speak.

“No. Caleb. I said look down at it. Tell me what it wants.”

He obediently picked his head up and looked down and made a small whimper sound before saying “It wants to be stroked. It wants to cum.”

“What do you want?” I ask. 

“To be denied. But I’m so desperate to stroke.” His face was again a mask of sexual fustration and I decided to be nice. 

“Take a deep breath in for me.” He did so, and I continued to calm him down, releasing all the feelings of being desperate while maintaining the simple pleasure of being denied, asking him to tell me when all those feelings were released.

“Released.” He sighed, relieved. 

I brought him back up and had him drink some water. 

“How are you feeling?” “That was… that was hot. Being so desperate to stroke and being unable to appealed to my masochistic side.”

I made a face he couldn’t see. If I had known that, I would have kept it up longer. Sigh. That’s what I get for being nice.   

We talked a bit about the scene for aftercare then spent about twenty-minutes enjoying each other’s company before it was time for us to both sleep.

The End