Minute by minute
Added 2021-11-05 18:09:28 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist has given you a minute to find the pleasure you want. And then another minute to desire it. Over, and over again.
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You watched the timer, counting down the seconds until you could touch again. You pouted up at your hypnotist, who smiled at you. “Try sweetie. Try to touch yourself. Try to play with yourself.” You did. Your hands just wouldn’t go near anywhere you wanted to touch.
They laughed, softly as you kept trying, desperate for an ounce of pleasure. The seconds ticked down, the next minute was coming. Just like you weren’t. Ten. Nine. Soon. The excitement, the arousal, the pleasure was coming soon. Three. Two. One.
Zero. The force holding your hands away disappeared. You were instantly lost in the pleasure. Lost in the desire and arousal. You barely heard your hypnotist speaking. “You look so good like this, sweetie. So desperate and needy for me. Such a good, obedient toy.”
The seconds were ticking down too fast. Half of your time was gone. Half of this minute. No. You needed more. You wanted more. You had to have more pleasure. You weren’t aware of your own moaning. You could feel the arousal squirming through your body.
Ten seconds. No. You needed more time. Five seconds. Please, please more! Two, one.
The minute ends. Your hands are forced away, and once more, you’re left with the frustration. The need. Your hypnotist smiles. “It’s okay sweetie. You can last a minute…”
