Denial
Added 2022-12-04 17:14:16 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist shows you some new logic to follow.
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“I’ve got your mind in the palm of my hand, don’t I toy?” Your head nodded, frantically agreeing. Desperate for the pleasure to keep going. “Mmm… That’s what I thought. You’d do anything right now, wouldn’t you? Anything to please me?”
More nodding. A strained “y-ye-Mhm.” Left your lips, words were too difficult for your hazy, pleasured mind right now.
“Because pleasing me is pleasure, isn’t it, toy?” Your head was moving of its own accord, nodding, even as your hands frantically teased you, pleasuring yourself.
“Then stop. Hands on your thighs. That’s it.” Your body obeyed, and you found the burning hunger of denial welling up within you. The desire for more pleasure battling with your desire to obey. To be a good toy. “Mmm… I know. It’s frustrating. Good. It’s meant to be.”
They laughed as you whined. “Hush toy. You’ve been getting off a lot recently. I don’t know why you’re complaining, anyway, doesn’t this feel so good? Knowing you’re such a good toy for me. So helplessly obedient. Feel that pleasure – the pleasure of obedience.”
Your whine turned into a moan as that logic took root in your mind. Obedience is pleasure. Denial is obedience. So denial is pleasure. They laughed again. “That’s it. My good, weak little toy. I’ve got you right where I want you. And you’re going to love this. I know it.”
