Mistake

Is it a mistake to cum whilst edging if your hypnotist makes you do it?

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The pleasure was pulsing through you, with each movement of your hand. The pattern of throbbing, almost vibrating intensity was rushing through your entire body, and your hypnotist was smiling, at your drooping eyelids, your eyes rolled back, your drooling mouth.

“That’s it Toy. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going! Closer, and closer, and closer. But don’t cum. Always edge, never cum. You aren’t allowed to cum, no matter what I tell you. No matter how intense it feels. Don’t cum, keep on holding back for me.” They almost looked innocent.

You did as you were told. Even as your toes curled, and your mind was rinsed away by the pleasure coursing through you, you didn’t cum. You held back. Edging, and edging, and gooning away. You were an obedient toy. You would do as you were told. And you had been told to edge.

“Awh, moan for me. Come on toy. Let it out. I want to know how good it feels…” Their smile widened as your moans burst from you, rising and falling as the pleasure throbbed through you. “Mmm… That’s it. Such a good toy. And I know, I know. You want to cum, don’t you?”

Their eyes looked up from your sex, directly at you. You could just see them, could just stop your eyelids from rolling back enough to look at them. You nodded your head. You wanted to cum. Desperately. Feverishly. It was all you could think about.

Their smile dropped. “Okay then pet. Three.” Your brain couldn’t think. There was something wrong. “Two…” But your hand wouldn’t stop moving. You were stuck on course now, and the orgasm was coming. “One! Cum for me toy. Do it. Cum. That’s it. Let it out baby…”

The orgasm hit you like a train. It felt like you were blacking out, at the intensity of it. Your muscles were taught, frozen, lost in pleasure, just like your mind. But eventually, slowly, piece by piece, you started to come back down. Started to return to them, grinning.

That grin was unnerving. You wondered what it was about, and then suddenly remembered their earlier words. “Oh.” It was all you could say.

“Oh? Is that all you have to say, toy?” You nodded, not meeting their gaze. “No toy. Look at me. You fucked up. You know that, right?”

They were right in front of you. Your eyes met theirs. “I’m going to punish you, toy.” With a thwack, their crop struck their palm. “And as much as you don’t deserve to. I think you’re going to enjoy it. On your hands and knees. Now.”