Snakey Gets Hypnotized Part 5, 2/2
It was unbearable. Arousal throbbed and my mind was completely gone. I knew it was time. My hands moved on their own to open pleasure.exe.
My heartbeat raced and my breath was short and fast. I knew what was coming. Or not, depending on the virus’ mood. I pleaded in my head that it would give me release, my hands shaking a little as I typed the number of the program I wanted to run.
The trigger. It was time for a reminder of how it worked.
Pleasure Protocols Initiated.
An almost unbearable wave of pleasure hit me like a train. My breath caught in my throat as I buckled a bit in my seat. I sat there, eyes closed trying to compose myself. No touching just yet. Wouldn’t be able to control myself. And I needed to obey. I take a deep breath to calm myself as I gazed up at the screen, eyes fluttering.
The virus has decided your fate.
A whimper escapes me. All I could think about was release. But obedience to the virus outweighed that and I knew I had no choice. The bells began again. An edge for each bell.
I mindlessly touch, my hands again with a mind of their own. A thought that the virus could be the one moving them makes me edge even harder.
Pure mindlessness envelops me as I rock back and forth. It was too much, it was too good...
The bells ended. I stopped.
I sat and breathed heavily. Trying to work up whatever minimal willpower I had in me to run the program once more. I notice drool on my face but I couldn’t care less. I booted it up with bated breath.
The flashing. Pulsing and overwhelming what little of my mind was intact. The overstimulation made me freeze, unable to move or touch. All I could do, all I *wanted* to do was stare. The need still burning inside, building despite the lack of touch. Time seemed to stand still and yet pass so quickly. The bell signaled for the bombardment of color to end.
The virus has decided your fate.
I moaned a “please” despite myself.
Joy rushed through me, knowing I had obeyed perfectly and was being rewarded for doing so. I grinned weakly as the bells began again.
I lost track of how many. The buildup was too sweet, too intoxicating for that to matter. Then it finally happened.
I had to cover my mouth to stifle my voice as I was set on fire with pleasure. Struggling to stay in my chair as I twitched. Wave after wave after wave...
Then a blissful peace, mind and body both spent. My body limply resting in the chair. My eyes were so heavy, I only noticed then. Drowsiness hit me with the intensity of the pleasure moments before. I sighed, let my eyes shut as I succumbed to sweet sleep.
My dreams were full of spirals.
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