Warm Soapy Pleasure: A Hypnosis Fantasy
Aiden sunk his hands in the hot soapy water and let out a small moan.
“Very good, Aiden. Wash your first dish. See how much more pleasure it’ll give you.”
“Yes, Mistress.” The brunet nodded, his short curls bouncing slightly.
He lifted a plate, took the sponge, and washed it throughly, small short moans dripping from his lips.
A quick rinse, and he put the plate on the drying towel next to the sink.
“Done, Mistress.”
The moment the words passed his lips his free hand gripped the edge of the counter as his moans intensified.
About 10 seconds later his moans died down and he sunk his hands back in the hot soapy water.
Mistress Nicole could see his hard cock lifting the fabric of his lavender apron, the only item of clothing he wore.
As he washed the next plate, she imagined she could see it swell with pleasure.
Plate clean there was another quick rinse, then onto the drying towel, leaning against the first.
“Done, Mistress.”
Again, at his words, another 10 seconds of intensified moaning before he calmed and reached for another plate.
Each plate, each cup, each knife, fork, spoon cleaned, rinsed, placed on the towel with a “Done, Mistress” resulted in same 10 seconds of increased pleasure.
About half way done, he attempted to set down a mug and found there was no room left on the towel.
“There’s no room on the towel, Mistress.” He held the mug uncertainly.
“Use the clean towel hanging near the sink to dry and put the ones you’ve finished away.”
“But, the water, the pleasure.” The protest wasn’t strong.
“It’ll still be there. But in order to wash more dishes, you need space to put them. The faster you dry and put away the ones you’ve finished, the faster you can sink your hands back into that pleasure.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Aiden placed the sponge down on the edge of the sink, rinsed the hand that had held it, snagged the clean towel and, one by one, dried all the dishes he’d already cleaned.
Mistress Nicole could see his cock deflating beneath his apron as the lack of pleasure drew out longer and longer.
She smiled to herself, knowing it wouldn’t take much to return to its full glory.
The last dish put away, towel back on its hook, Aiden said “Done, Mistress.” but received no pleasure.
He whined softly. “Mistress? May I?” He gestured to the soapy water.
“Very good for asking, Aiden. Yes, you may.”
Immediately Aiden plunged both hands back into the water and his low moans quickly returned, as did his erection.
A minute later, “Done, Mistress.” And the intensive moans began.
Another 30 minutes of that and the last dish was placed on the towel and he received his reward of 10 seconds of intensive pleasure.
Aiden dipped his hand back in the now warm, soapy water and searched but came up with nothing.
“That’s the last of them, Mistress.”
“Very good, Aiden. Dry them and put them away.”
It took a good 5 minutes before the very last dish was dried and in its place.
“Done, Mistress.”
Just like before, no pleasure.
“You’re doing so well. You have one more thing to wash. Drain the sink and wash it.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The sink drained and washed, Aiden gave a final “Done, Mistress” and received his final reward.
“Very good. Aiden. Cancel soapy water. Drew, cancel Reward Mode.”
As Aiden’s eyes, blinked and he shook his head free of the suggestion, another brunet man, one with much longer hair, crawled out from between Aiden’s legs and stood.
His lips looked swollen and well used, and he had a cock drunk smile on his face.
“Canceled Mistress. That was certainly one way to get the dishes done.”
Under Aiden’s comment, Mistress Nicole could see Drew’s lips move and hear a low, “Canceled Mistress.”
“It seemed to have been effective. My good boys, come here.” She held out both hands from where she sat and both boys eagerly made their way to her, Drew slightly unsteady on his feet.
“Drink.” She handed them both glasses of water which the both downed quickly.
When they handed her their empty glasses, she set them down on the table then ordered them both to sit at her feet, which they obediently did.
She pet their hair, praised them, and Aiden ate it up while Drew slowly lost his cock drunk expression.
About 10 minutes later, both were completely back to normal.
“Do either of you need more water?”
They both shook their heads. “No, Mistress.”
“Good. Because now it’s time to do laundry. And this time, Aiden will be in Reward Mode. Drop. Down. Deep.”
And they both dropped, sitting at their Mistress’ feet, ready for the next hypnotically rewarding chore.
The End
Crossposted with ReadOnlyMind
