The sound of the bottle clicking shut was drowned out by the snap of your hypnotist’s fingers as you blinked a few times, your mind returning to the surface after swimming deeply in trance for goodness knew how long. You tried giving your body a little stretch, but the only part of you that responded to your brain’s command to move was your left arm. The rest of your body lay limply on the bed as you gazed up at your hypnotist, head in their lap.

Your hypnotist reached over your heavy and helpless body, your eyes following their hand as far as your immobile head would allow until it passed out of sight. A moment later, you felt pleasure blooming from your right nipple in response to their touch. Every brush, every squeeze, every pinch seemed to luxuriate through your entire body as they alternated their caresses between your breasts.

You soon noticed, though, that even as the pleasure radiated throughout your body, it seemed to be pooling and building between your legs. No matter where the touch originated, a stroke of your cheek, a fluttering across your belly, a tactile appreciation of how erect your nipples had become, it all just made your clit, the one place your hypnotist steadfastly avoided, ache and beg for touch.

“Go on, then. You can rub with that left hand if you want. The need is only going to build until you do.”

“Here, let me help you need it even more. Shiver for me.”

Unable to even arch your back in bliss, limply immobilized as you were, you still felt the effect of the trigger as pure, needy pleasure poured itself down your spine, adding itself to the ache between your legs.

You knew you were supposed to resist. You couldn’t remember why, but you knew that you were supposed to hold out on touching for as long as you could.

You caught the movement out of the corner of your eye. You hadn’t even felt your left hand moving toward the spot between your legs; with how heavy and helpless the rest of your body was, your proprioception was completely fucked up. You snapped your arm back down to the bed, whining with needy disappointment.

You didn’t want to resist. You wanted to rub. You could barely even feel your hypnotist’s touches anymore, could barely register the shivers they gave you as they flowed down your spine. You couldn’t even keep track of all the tricks they were using to crank up your need to touch, to force your hand. The only thing you could keep track of was how badly your clit needed to be touched, to feel some sort of stimulation. You were certain that your inability to focus on anything but your clit was your hypnotist’s doing.

You had to resist.

Why did you have to resist?

You weren’t resisting anymore. Your left hand had been tempted into rubbing without your even being aware of it anymore. It had taken humiliatingly little to crack your resolve.

Not that it was a surprise that you folded so quickly when you couldn’t remember why you were supposed to resist. But if you’d remembered, you would have succumbed even more quickly, and what would have been the fun in that?

It took mere moments to realize why you had been meant to be resisting.

With your clit taking up so much of your attention, the burning sensation exploded through your mind as you cried out, still unable to move aside from your left hand, which was still rubbing the heat cream your hypnotist had spread onto your fingers into the thousands of hypersensitive nerve endings between your legs.

The pain of it was overwhelming in that way that you loved. The burning was the bright star that brought you into your body in a way that nothing else did.

With the heat cream now transferred from your fingers to your clit by your own inability to resist, your left hand’s job now complete, it too went limp and fell to your side. You weren’t any more helpless than you had been moments before, but the completeness of your immobility now hit differently. You whimpered as the pain now radiated back through your body, reversing the journey of the pleasure before, even as your hypnotist continued to manipulate all your most sensitive places.

“That’s right... tell me you love to suffer for me.”

“I love suffering for you- ah!”

At your own words, your traitorous pussy leaked with arousal, momentarily increasing the burning sensation.

Increasing you suffering.

“Again.”

“I love suffering for you.”

Your eyes teared up from the combination of the increased burning and the humiliation of your traitorous pussy reinforcing its own pleasurable suffering.

You needed to feel it again.

“I love suffering for you.”

Your hypnotist gently placed your head onto the bed directly, removing their thigh from underneath your neck and rendering you even less able to see what was being done to you.

“I love suffering for you.”

You whimpered at the feeling of your hypnotist’s hands spreading your legs, leaving you on display and unable to even experience your humiliation semi-privately.

“I love suffering for you.”

You flushed with the knowledge that your hypnotist would be able to see your juices coating your pussy, gushing with each repetition, knowing it was reactivating the burning and increasing your suffering each time.

“I love suffering for you.”

You were crying with the intensity of the pain, the pleasure, and the humiliating truth of each repetition.

“Yes, you do.”

Your hypnotist wasn’t even instructing you to repeat it anymore. You had to keep saying it because it felt so good. It felt so good to say. It felt so good to suffer for them. You needed to say it. You needed to suffer for them.

You watched as they came back into your line of sight, holding the bottle of heat cream where you could clearly see it. You noted the minuscule amount they applied to the bullet vibe in their other hand. You knew very well how far even a tiny drop would go when applied to your pussy.

You felt them place the vibe in your left hand, releasing it from the hypnotic immobility once again. You couldn’t even try to resist as your hand flew between your legs, rubbing the vibrator frantically up and down your pussy as the new round of burning set in.

“I love suffering for you I love suffering for you I love suffering for you...”

You were so turned on you couldn’t even remember any other words anymore.

A wordless whine escaped your lips as you felt your hypnotist’s touch freeze your left hand in place (was it even yours anymore?), leaving it holding the motionless vibrator against your clit.

“I love suffering for you...”

Your voice was so small, your eyes wet and pleading.

“Oh, you poor thing... debasing yourself so for me...”

They grinned. Your pussy leaked at the sadistic glint in their eye.

“Let’s see how many times you can cum before it really starts to hurt. Since you love suffering for me. I only wish I could watch your face and your pussy at the same time...”

“I love suffering for you.”

“That’s all you can say right now, isn’t it?”

“I love suffering for you.”

You couldn’t look away from the remote in their hand.

“I wonder how you’re going to ask for permission to cum, hmm?”

Your eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we can figure out how to make you suffer for that later.”

They kissed you on the forehead so gently, so tenderly.

Brushed a few sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

And, with a push of a button, blissful pain exploded through your body as the vibrator trapped against your burning clit by your hypnotist’s will sprang to life.