A bad bet

Your hypnotist made a bet with you, one that you were sure you could win.

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“You shouldn’t have made that bet, toy.” Your hypnotist smiled at you. “Did you think it would be hard for me to pull an orgasm out of you in ten minutes? Especially if the reward for me is going to be a week of frustration for you?” They laughed as you blinked, softly.

“No, toy. I think you’ll break easily. It’s simple, really. We both know you love pleasure. You love to feel good.” They took a step closer to your chair. “And even if you aren’t being touched, you can feel the flames of pleasure licking at your insides, can’t you?”

You could. Their voice had awoken the familiar pleasure that it always did when you were in trance. The needy, hungry pleasure that was so very hard to ignore. “And my words have the wonderful dual effect of making the pleasure rise higher, just as they bring your mind lower.”

You found yourself nodding, softly, agreeing. “Mmm, that’s it toy. It’s been four minutes already, so this will be easy, of course it will!” Their voice encouraging you felt good. Just like your body felt good. Just like your mind felt, getting blanker with every word they said.

“That’s it. It does feel good, doesn’t it? To let yourself get lost in my voice, in my eyes...” They reached down, a single finger under your chin was all they needed for force your gaze to meet theirs. “Feel that pleasure rising higher, and higher for me now.”

They smiled as you let out a soft moan. “Each snap of my fingers will send a wave of pleasure rushing through you, leaving less room for thoughts with every wave.” They snapped their fingers, and you felt it. A rush of bliss that flooded your mind before dancing through your body.

“Mmm… That was nice, wasn’t it? Do you want another?” You nodded, eager, head empty, just wanting more pleasure. “Hmm, only if you touch yourself, toy. I want you to really feel the pleasure.” Your hand slipped between your legs.

You briefly wondered why you hadn’t been touching yourself. But then they snapped again. And that thought disappeared. Another snap. More pleasure. Rising fast. Rising higher, and higher. A third snap. You moaned. “That’s it toy. Feel it. Let it overwhelm you. Cum for me!”

Your eyes rolled back as the orgasm started, and then closed as it really got going. A crescendo of pleasure that left your mind reeling, that had all your muscles dancing with energy. Your hypnotist was laughing. “Oh, I hope that felt good, toy. You lose. One week of chastity.”