Tied
Added 2023-01-10 00:25:26 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist plays with some ropes that definitely exist, and aren't just in your mind.
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“Oh dear, puppet, what have you gotten yourself into now?” Your hypnotist laughed as you struggled, trying to extricate yourself from the rope binding your hands. The need to touch was the only thing on your mind, and the rope was getting in the way.
You tried to pull, but there was no slack, no way to get your hands free, and they were too far apart to help one another. “Tied up and helpless, you look good like this. There’s a fire in your eyes that speaks volumes about where your head’s at.”
Their compliment made you blush, which made you embarrassed, and that just turned you on. It was unfair. You just had to get a hand free. You tensed, desperately trying to get your hand to move, but the rope held firm. “Awh, puppet. I love you struggling. But… Untie.”
With that word, you felt the ropes slacken, and you could finally touch. It-mmm “There we go, sweetness. Those moans are music to my ears. I love to see you enjoying yourself. Losing your mind as you find pleasure. My good little pleasure puppet. Tie.”
And just as quickly as they had slackened, you felt your hands being irrevocably pulled up and away from your desire. You struggled, desperate for another moment of sensation, but it was no use. “Awh, you look so pouty, am I being mean?” They leant over you, smiling.
“Good. I love being mean. It’s fun. You’re more useful to me when you’re denied and helplessly horny. Such a pliable mind. Such a weak mind when you’re like this, sweetness. What would you give me to let you touch, hmm? Just nod your head like a good puppet whilst I think aloud.”
