Candi headed for room 417 with an urgency that she didn't understand. Everything was a little fuzzy since she got off the stage after the hypnotist's show. Still, even if his looks were a little bland, her pussy was dripping, and she always obeyed her pussy when it insisted like that.
Lucian. His name was Lucian. A stage name, maybe. Unimportant.
His eyes, she thought. They're amazing. His face and hair and body were so average as to be boring, but his eyes, oh, his eyes, they were deeper than the ocean.
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"Deeper, Candi. Deeper. You came here to explore. To reach for limits. We aren't on stage anymore. No audience. Just you and me. Me and my voice. My eyes. Your mind. Melt for me, Candi."
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"I like to use boys. To use their desire for me to control them. I like the power. I like to take. To have my way. I don't even need what they give. Having isn't important, only taking."
"Hmm, that's a naughty girl, Candi. You're going to learn to give. When I say 'Naughty girl Candi,' you will feel aroused. Each time I say it, your arousal will double. Naughty girl Candi. As you feel more aroused, you will want to please men. Naughty girl Candi. You will get closer and closer to cumming, but won't go over. Naughty girl Candi."
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"Oh, oh my god, it's so deep!"
"Yes, you're doing good. Naughty girl Candi."
"Ahhh, I'm so close! I was there! Ahhh, it's like each stroke starts to make me cum, but then it's cut off!"
Lucian smiled. "That's exactly what's happening. That's exactly what I told you to do."
"Wha-what? Why?"
"Naughty girl Candi. You've teased so many boys, it's time you learned. Sleep."
Lucian stopped pounding Candi's drenched pussy. She was still on all fours, but her head dropped when Lucian said 'sleep.'
"Are you close to cumming?"
"Yes. So close. I didn't know I could get this close and not go over."
"Good. Good girls don't cum. Good girls hold it until they're told. Soon I'll let you cum. You may want to savor it, though. It will be a long time before you do again. And this is going to be a very special orgasm. When I say 'wake up,' you will start masturbating, and as soon as you can cum, you're allowed to. But once you can't hold back any longer, you're going to stop touching yourself. Your hands will shoot above your head and your pussy will hump at nothing but air."
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Candi's pussy clenched, hard, a desperate, horrible spasm built on need and dissatisfaction. There was pleasure, a little, but no relief. Some invisible force kept her hands off her pussy as it twitched and trembled to a stop, a gut-wrenching parody of climax. Her hips writhed and her thighs squeezed together. She felt her stomach muscles clenching too. She let out a deep groan of dissatisfaction.
"That was called a 'ruined orgasm,' Candi. You'll become very familiar with them. Notice how you're not any less aroused? That's normal. But normal isn't good enough for my Candi. My naughty girl Candi. You'll find yourself more aroused after a ruined orgasm."
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