Stuck on the edge
Added 2021-02-25 16:45:30 +0000 UTCA classic tale of edging and hypnotic control, as you reach the edge, your body freezes, and they love to torment you about it.
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“Oh what’s wrong? Have you found yourself stuck on the edge?” Your hypnotist’s fingers traced down your arm, which, like the rest of your body, was frozen, immobile. “I’m sorry sweetie. Were you having fun?” Their mock concern was not matched in their wicked smile.
And as the edge receded, your hands began moving again. Slow at first, torturously slow. But then your hypnotist began snapping their fingers. Each snap sent a wave of pleasure through your body. Each snap caused your hands to speed up.
Pleasure and obedience fought as the edge came closer, and closer, and then, once again, your hands stopped moving. As did the rest of your body. The moan on your lips failed, and the frustration rose. They laughed at you, they could do this all day.
“You wouldn’t mind, would you pet? Being stuck on the edge like this for the rest of the day? You just look so good like this. Frustrated, needy, practically begging. In fact, if there were any thoughts left in your head, I bet you would be begging already.”
Their words only caused you more pleasure, as your hands started moving again, your moans resumed. They were having fun toying with you. That said, you were also enjoying it. The sweet surrender. The blissful frustration, it was all so good.
