Losing Count
Added 2022-09-30 19:16:40 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist keeps restarting when you lose count. Is it your fault that it keeps happening?
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Your mind was failing you. How many had it been now? Your thoughts stalled, for too long it seemed. “Tut, tut, tut, toy. Did you lose count? That means we’ll have to start again. Do try to keep count this time, even as every spank takes more and more of your thoughts away.”
Their hand ran over your bare ass, and you could feel the savouring this moment. “Okay, five. We can do five, can’t we?”
“Mhm.” You nodded your head, feeling the cotton candy thoughts slowly breaking apart.
“Good. Now, then. Let’s begin.” Their palm struck.
The pain was quick to flash through your nerves. You felt the fog rolling back over your mind. But you knew this. “One!”
Their nails traced a gentle pattern over you butt cheek. “Good job toy, you still remember what you’re meant to do.” They struck again, more forcefully.
“Mmmh!” Your mouth let loose a mixture of pleasure and pain. “T- ah- two.”
They laughed “Good job, my sweet little slut. I love to hear that you’re enjoying this. Even if you’ve stopped thinking about it. Or, well. You’ve stopped thinking about anything, haven’t you?”
Their hand delivered two quick strikes, one to each cheek. You quivered, the pleasure and pain entwining into a blissfully foggy feeling coating your mind. “Th-three, fo-fo-four.” You didn’t know any other words. Did you even know the next number?
Their palm came down once more, a resounding sensation that sent you sprawling forwards, onto the bed. You were meant to say something, but the fog covering you brain was too thick. You couldn’t come up with it. They laughed. “Tut, tut, tut, toy…”
