Please Fuck Me Up - A Hypno Fantasy
More Hypnotic Fantasies by SweetTist
“To be clear, that’s ‘please fuck you up’, is that right?” Mistress Vicky’s voice came cool and collected through Lincoln’s phone.
Lincoln lay on his bed, his phone resting on the pillow next to his head as he and Mistress Vicky spoke.
“Yes, please.” His voice came out a bit too submissive and Lincoln cleared his throat. “Yes. Please fuck me up, Mistress.”
They’d been working together for about 6 months now and, more than anything, Lincoln loved how creatively evil she could be.
“Do you want to be fractionated?” Mistress Vicky’s voice was slow and seductive. “Denied? Teased? Triggered? Gaslighted?”
Her teasing laugh came through the speaker. “Do you want to be turned into a fucktoy unable to feel his own pleasure, only able to feel mine?”
Oh, to stroke himself and feel nothing. To hear her masturbating along side him. To only feel pleasure when her moans echoed through the phone.
“Yes, Mistress.” He tried to keep his tone as neutral as possible, though he suspected she could tell the effect she was having on him. She knew him too well.
“Oh? Just a, ‘Yes’?” Again she laughed that teasing laugh of hers. “Which is it? I gave you several options. Perhaps I should give you more options?”
“Yes, Mistress.” What was he saying ‘yes’ to again? Oh. Right. How she was going to fuck him up. He squirmed on the bed, looking forward to whatever she had planned for him.
“All of those options sound good, Mistress.” he prided himself on how steady his voice sounded.
“Are you sure you want one of those options? Because I could also make you blank, mindless, and aroused.”
Could she hear his breath catch? Perhaps not, for she continued. His fist clenched and unclenched, waiting, waiting for her to choose.
“Oh. I could make you cum over and over and over again. Making you forget each and every time, returning you back to that denied state until you’re incredibly horny and desperate to cum but touching your cock is painful.”
The laugh she gave at this was more evil than teasing. Why had he liked it when she was evil?
“N-no, Mistress.” Lincoln’s voice shook as he protested, though he could feel himself pulsate at the idea. Oh, that’s why. It was arousing.
“No?” she laughed again. “Don’t like the idea of cumming non-stop for me but unable to remember it?”
He involuntarily humped the air a few times at that, before forcing his hips down to the bed. What was she doing to him? And how?
“I... do, Mistress.” He loved how easily his Mistress made him forget. “I don’t like the idea of a sore cock, Mistress.”
“Are you sure about that?” her voice lost most of its humor, slipping into her hypnotic tone.
He shivered at her change in voice, he considered touching but he didn’t have permission. “Yes, Mistress. I’m sure.”
Another laugh and everything she had been doing to him culminated in that moment.
He could feel his cock straining, begging to be touched, begging for release.
“That’s too bad.” Her tone hinted that he’d missed something. “Are you horny and desperate for me, now?”
How could he be anything but?
“Oh, yes.” all of his composure devolved and he knew she could hear his desperation. “Yes, Mistress!”
“Then stroke for me.” The command was sultry, but demanding.
Obediently Lincoln’s hand slid down past his treasure trail and stopping just above his slit, where his cock pulsed and begged for him to touch it. Begged for release.
Using his thumb and first two fingers, Lincoln stroked. Oh the pain!
It hurt. But it felt so good. The pain warred with the pleasure but he needed to stroke more, more, more.
He slid his other hand down to grasp and pull open his thigh. His hand immediately soaked with the evidence his Mistress been doing this to him for a while now.
He didn’t care. He needed to stroke for her. He needed to cum for her. He needed release.
Soon, rather than detracting, the pain added to his pleasure.
Some part of his mind realized he could still hear her, through his own moans, and gasps, and ‘please’es.
“Cum for me, boy. Be a good boy and cum for me. I want to hear you cum for me.” Her tone was soft but he could hear her arousal. He knew she was masturbating too, which only served to heighten his own pleasure.
He could feel himself reach the edge of his orgasm. Should he stop? Should he edge? Should he wait for her?
“Cum for me, boy. Let me hear those wonderful, deep moans of yours. Let me hear you... cum!”
And he came, his throat letting out a deep moan, his hips unconsciously gyrating with the force of it, his mind splintering off in a hundred directions.
He could hear her own moan as she orgasmed with him, which sent him higher.
He lost time before his mind slowly followed the guiding hum that was his Mistress’s voice.
Once back in his head, he groaned. He could feel the shallow ache of his cock and slid both hands away, letting his leg fall back alongside its twin.
“Lincoln? Are you back with me?” Her voice was soft, tender. “Lincoln?”
That was him. She was talking to him.
“I’m here.” His voice was gravelly and he cleared it, trying again. “I’m here, Mistress.”
He smiled a weary smile, knowing she couldn’t see it. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Drink some water for me.” And he could hear her drinking her own, as well.
His cup wobbled in his hand but he managed to get a few mouthfuls down.
“Very good.” she purred through the phone.
“Forget and be aroused. The more you forget, the more aroused you get. The more aroused you get, the more you forget.”
He whimpered as his mind wiped the past 20 minutes from his mind and his aching cock lengthened again.
“The more you forget the more aroused you get. The more aroused you get the more you forget. Good boy.”
He was her good boy. He could cum for her. She’d let him cum for her.
“Please. Please. Please, Mistress.” Lincoln heard himself beg. “Please.” How long had he been begging?
“To be clear, that’s ‘please fuck you up’, is that right?” Mistress Vicky’s voice came cool and collected through Lincoln’s phone.
Lincoln lay on his bed, his phone resting on the pillow next to his head as he and Mistress Vicky spoke.
“Yes, please.” His voice came out a bit too submissive and Lincoln cleared his throat. “Yes. Please fuck me up, Mistress.”
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