Curioushypnosubject - The Curious Hypno Subject

I have this fantasy where I put an aphrodisiac in your drink when you're over and watch as you squirm in your seat, you feel your cunt grow wetter and wetter

Where you'd try to discreetly rub your pussy on my couch, hoping I wouldn't notice. Then you'd cross your legs so you can slot your hand between your legs, trying to touch your needy cunt

You'd bite your lip, trying to muffle your little moans. Then you'd brush against your clit releasing a tiny gasp

Once I go get a drink you'd rub your cunt trying to reach your climax before I come back... But it feels just too good you didn't notice me standing behind you, watching you masturbate

Having fun there baby? Hmm? Don't stop, come on press harder.

Think about how dirty you're being right now, touching yourself in someone else's house, making them watch, letting them touch you like how I am now

Bet you want my fingers in huh baby? Come on use your words, tell me you want me to finger your pussy, tell me you need me, and that you'll let me do anything to you, anything

Thinking about having a pretty sub

One who’s already shaking before I’ve even started properly. The kind who gets so desperate from teasing that she forgets how to breathe, forgets her own name, forgets anything but the sound of my voice telling her, “Not yet, baby. You don’t get to cum yet.”

I want her naked and aching under me, whimpering every time I pull my fingers away just before she tips over that edge. I want her eyes wide and glossy, her hands gripping the sheets like they can ground her when I lean in close and murmur, “You can take more, can’t you?”

Because she always can. And she always will, for me.

I want to hear her beg. I want the please to fall from her lips like it’s the only word she knows. And when she finally gets there, when I let her cum

I won’t stop.

That’s the fun part.

I’ll keep going until she’s squirming, twitching, gasping, over and over, clit so sensitive she’s nearly crying, thighs trembling, her voice cracking from how wrecked she is.

And I’ll just smile.

Coo at her.

Brush her hair back and whisper in the softest voice:

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart… look at you. Such a mess. My perfect little thing.”

Because she wants it, needs it. That sweet, painful overstimulation that turns her whole body into something I get to play with. That dizzy, floaty, desperate place only I can bring her to.

And when she’s finally done? When her body gives out and she’s sobbing quietly in my arms?

I’ll kiss her shoulder, stroke her thighs, and say:

“See? I always take such good care of my girl.”

"Take them off, now!"

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Every action has consequences. Depending on your point of view or situation, not every consequence is tolerable.

Being made to stand naked in a corner with a quarter pressed between your nose and the wall is a simple consequence. Doing so in front of a room full of dressed guests however, can teach a cunt a lesson much faster.