An hour's difference
Added 2022-11-28 23:12:35 +0000 UTCYou visit a new hypnotist, and ask them to help you lose your inhibitions.
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“Awh, such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” Their hand running through your hair felt so good. Though it wasn’t quite as nice as the feeling of the dildo filling your mouth, or your hands between your legs. “Isn’t it funny, how different you were just an hour ago?”
You were. You had been shy. Nervous. Your first time with this hypnotist. You had told them that you wanted help losing your inhibitions, and they had smiled, and said “I think we can do that.”
And here you were. A toy filling your mouth, and pleasuring yourself.
Before someone you had met only once before. A part of your mind wanted to be mortified. Horrified. This wasn’t you. But another, much larger part of your mind, one that they had helped to rise to the surface was loving it. This was what you were made for.
“Yes, you were so very quaint, thinking that you might just say some naughty things. I’m glad you agreed to the possibility of this. I knew you had it in you. Under all that control, you just wanted to let loose, and be my little slut.” They laughed, and stepped back.
“Just think. The next time you see me, we can explore how much further you want to go with this. How much deeper into depravity will you want to sink, now that we’ve revealed this needy little thing?” You didn’t know the answer. But you knew that you wanted to find out.
