Sticky
Added 2021-10-18 17:41:49 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist comes up with another way to ensure that you don't stop edging before they want you to...
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“Ooh sweetie, it feels so good, doesn’t it?” You moaned an affirmation, or a plea, or – or – you couldn’t tell what you were trying to say any more. The pleasure had melted your mind away. “Just keep on edging, that’s it, toy. Edge your mind away.”
Your sex was slick, the pleasure of each movement of your hand felt like an orgasm in and of itself. But it wasn’t. You could feel the edge. You could feel the real orgasm, waiting. “Mmm… Toy, you look ever so sticky down there, between your legs.”
Your hypnotist was leaning in, examining you, running their fingers up your thighs. “And it is sticky, isn’t it? Very sticky. So sticky, that you can feel your hand getting stuck, can’t you? Keep edging, toy. Just feel your hand, your fingers, get ever more rigidly stuck to your sex.”
It was an incredible feeling. Like a magnet was inside your fingertips, holding them down, keeping them on your sex. You didn’t want to, but even if you had, you couldn’t take away your hand. Your hypnotist grabbed hold of your wrist, stopping the movement.
You whined, desperate, you wanted the pleasure. You needed the pleasure. You – you – You couldn’t tell what you wanted anymore. To edge? To cum? To just sit, feeling the throbbing arousal pulse through your body? All options seemed nice.
“That’s it toy, just sit for a moment, you can get back to it soon. I just want you to feel your fingers, your hand, stuck down there. It feels good, doesn’t it? Just another way of making you more of an edge slut, right?” You nodded. Yes. You were their edge slut.
“Try to pull your hand away toy. Go on, I want to see you really struggle. Awh, that’s it. Try. Try harder. Harder. Oh, sweetie, keep trying, I know, it’s exhausting. But keep trying.” They were smiling down at you as you struggled to take your hand away.
It was fruitless. And you both knew it. “Okay toy. That’s it, you can stop trying now. Give up. You can’t escape my control, and, really, you don’t want to – do you?” You shook your head. Their control felt incredible. “Mmm, that’s it. Well, back to edging, toy.”
