I’m not remotely susceptible to hypnosis, much to my bitter disappointment. Probably because of that, I find it fascinating and live in hope that it will work on me one day. I’d love to play with hypno-kink.
Her voice is a silk thread, reaching through my ears to tether me to this couch.
I am sinking, and floating against the cool leather.
Eyes closed, breathing deeply.
Her soft words slide across my skin; leaving ghost-fingerprints burning behind them. Sentence by sentence, she melts my tension and dissolves my anxieties.
Breath by breath, I coalesce around the heat that is building; feel the swelling and tingle of arousal.
She touches me with whispers, binds me with instructions. Under her command, I am free to feel, and know, and believe.
Ten. She describes how my nipples peak and harden between her imagined pinching fingertips; as she speaks, my body responds.
Nine. She strokes me with her tongue; finding all of my most sensitive places.
Eight. Word by word she builds aching tendrils of desire: sends them swirling out from my core to lick at my limbs.
Seven. Blood surges and throbs in my swollen clit; captured by her mouth, I am entirely at her mercy
Six. Breathing faster. Feeling deeper
Five. She weaves a rope of belief around me, holding me tight in her grasp
Four. My cunt clenches around each suggestion, her spell is around me and inside me
Three. There is a pleasure-fire building within me, fuelled by her softly-spoken command
Two. I am poised on the brink, teetering and twitching in agony of anticipation. Yes, I moan into the darkness between us. Please
She keeps me there, watching me writhe with urgent need. If I could open my eyes, I would see her smile; affection tinged with victory, fascination with a hint of amusement as she regards her favourite toy.
I wait, suspended over the flames, for her to unlock my orgasm.
“When I say the last number, you will come hard, screaming my name. You will not move. You will lie still until your orgasm has passed and then you will rise to full alertness”