Aftermath
Added 2023-01-21 00:34:34 +0000 UTCA continuation of yesterday's writing, after the party, when everyone has gone but you and your hypnotist.
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“Hey puppet.” You and your hypnotist were the only two left. Everyone else had gone home. You were stuck, frozen on the pedestal, as you had been when the night started. You had been teased. You had been degraded. You had been toyed with. You had loved it.
“Now that I’ve got you all alone again – wait.” They held up a hand, examining you, before stepping forwards, and slowly, torturously, pulling down the trousers you were wearing. “There we go. Easy access for me alone. Isn’t that right, puppet?”
They grabbed hold of your hand, and guided your fingers downwards, between your legs. Even frozen as you were, a gasp escaped your lips. “Mmm… Yes, my sweet. Feels good, to finally relieve some of that pressure, huh?” They let go of your hand, stopped moving your fingers.
You knew you were looking them in the eye, silently pleading for more. They laughed. “Oh, puppet, I love you like this. Dependent on me for your pleasure, even when it’s your own hand doing the pleasuring. So very controlled.” They snapped their fingers. “Unfreeze.”
You nearly began touching yourself, but then you felt the sensations begin to return, and accepted their hand as they pulled you to them, and then deposited you in a chair. They looked you over. “I’ll get you a cup of tea, and then we’re going upstairs to finish, okay?”
