Janessa could feel her pleasure building. Her fingers danced furiously on her clit, skating over and around the slick surface until the arousal pulsed away between her thighs like a second heartbeat and the pressure of orgasm grew more and more irresistible inside her lust-drunk brain. She heard herself whimpering, unable to contain the tiny little moans of desire that pulsed away as she rubbed harder and harder, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back the pleasure much longer. Already her body was beginning to quiver, trembling with excitement as the ecstasy approached its peak and only her deep hypnotic conditioning held her back from cumming despite herself. Her mouth opened to beg for release, her mind already anticipating the culmination of all her masturbatory bliss--
"And stop," Deion purred, his voice an irresistible tug on the invisible leash in Janessa's head. Her mahogany fingers froze instantly, trapping the simmering lust inside her, capturing it and holding it and preventing it from escaping no matter how hard she tried to make herself rub. "It's okay, sweetie, it's okay. You wanted me to take that climax away, didn't you?" The sympathy that dripped from his patronizing words only made Janessa's cunt leak even harder against her fingertips, so full of mock kindness that Janessa felt even smaller and weaker and more helpless by comparison. It was pure torture, and the fact that she'd invited it didn't make it any less delightfully agonizing.
"I... w-want, I...." Janessa's head swam as she struggled to contemplate his words, trying again and again to fit them into her conception of reality like a puzzle piece that didn't seem to match anything on the box. She knew she wanted to cum, wanted it more than anything she could possibly imagine after what felt like hours of fruitless teasing, but... but she also knew that Deion was right about everything. And she was so confused right now. Her brain felt so foggy with lust, so befuddled and bewildered that she couldn't be sure of anything except her lover's soothing voice and his calm, controlled certainty. "I... yes, I wanted you to take it away," she murmured at last, her cunt clenching hard beneath her frozen fingers as her malleable mind collapsed into agreement with Deion's words.
"That's my good girl," her lover cooed, reaching down to gently caress her cheek with his warm hand. Janessa looked up at him with wide brown eyes, hoping she looked like she was listening to every word but knowing deep down she was really just waiting for permission to rub again. "My little cutie always wants what I tell you to want, don't you?" She nodded absently, the memory of what she was agreeing with fading almost instantly from her dazed and muzzy brain. Janessa was usually much smarter than this, but then again she usually didn't have two fingers helplessly poised against her twitching clit just waiting for the chance to edge herself some more. It didn't do wonders for her intelligence to be this horny.
Which was exactly why they did it. "That's right," Deion said, nodding along with her. "That empty little head of yours is too dumb to know what you really want. That's why you have me to help you, isn't it, cutie pie?" Janessa nodded again, her pussy leaking even harder onto the sheets as she desperately fantasized about being allowed to rub herself again. The world seemed to swim in and out of focus, with only Deion's warm hazel eyes and the light brown face surrounding them remaining as a calm center to her otherwise befuddled perceptions. She wasn't hypnotized, at least not exactly, but two years of submitting to her lover's hypnotic conditioning had made her so susceptible to Deion's commanding presence that it didn't take much to make her drop into at least a light trance whenever they played together. And this constant edging was like fractionation for her cunt.
"That's a good girl," Deion husked out, his hand moving back down to caress her heavy tits and stiff nipples. "Rub for me, sweetie." Janessa practically groaned in relief as her fingers went back into motion, circling her clit again and again until her musk leaked all over her feverishly warm skin and her eyes rolled back in her head with blank, blissful euphoria. She felt like an addict getting her fix, nodding off as the pleasure filled up all the empty spaces inside her and made her fuzzy thoughts scatter even more into ecstasy. She never imagined anything could make her feel so deliciously dumb, but Deion's hypnotic control seemed to hit that sweet spot faster and easier every time they played together.
It felt like only moments passed before her cunt began building back to that same peak of arousal as before, her clit throbbing harder and harder with ecstasy as she teased it with slick and slippery fingers and let Deion's voice become a warm background sound in her ears. Janessa knew he was programming her, but she also knew that he understood and respected her boundaries--two years of submitting to his conditioning had taught her that, too. She didn't need to listen, she didn't need to think about anything but the pleasant ache between her thighs as it grew more profound and potent and her legs spread wider so that she could--
"And stop," Deion murmured, once again freezing her fingers in place just as she reached the very cusp of orgasm. Janessa mewled like a kitten, the hypnotically-induced immobility supercharging her sex drive in a way that mere teasing couldn't possibly bring about. They'd played with bondage before, and certainly Janessa still enjoyed having her hands strapped to her thighs while Deion gently stroked her pussy, but there was something so much more potent about knowing that it was only his command holding her back from climax. Knowing that she wanted to cum so very badly, and knowing that her own fucking body respected his hypnotic control more than her own mental commands despite that... god, it made her fucking cunt a wet goddamn mess. Nothing else had ever made her feel so completely and totally submissive.
"That's it, sweetie," Deion cooed, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "You want to give this climax to me too, don't you, baby girl?" Even the casually infantilizing pet names made Janessa's pussy drip; they were just so deliciously reductive, stripping away her identity in a way that somehow still felt loving and affectionate to her. Sometimes it took her almost twenty minutes of aftercare before she recognized her own name when Deion said it to her, a little detail that never failed to necessitate clean sheets when they were done with a session.
"Y-yes, please, please take the cummie, yes...." Janessa was very grateful her skin didn't show the prickling heat of her embarrassment; she'd always found the term 'cummie' almost pathetically demeaning, and yet whenever Deion reduced her mind to a soupy mess of lust and confusion, it always wound up slipping out despite her best efforts to avoid it. And she knew full well that he knew how she felt about it, and it always gave him an instant tell for when she was getting too horny and dumb to control herself. Which just made her feel even more helpless, which just made her even more wet, which just made it easier for him to wrap her around his little finger... it was the most wonderfully torturous feedback loop of brainwashed obedience, and Janessa absolutely loved to hate it.
Sure enough, Deion's eyes lit up when he heard the word escape her lips, and he squeezed her nipples between his fingers with just enough pressure to very nearly make up for the lack of stimulation between her thighs. "Good girl!" he exclaimed, his voice thick with praise, and Janessa knew she'd have that much more trouble resisting the use of the demeaning term in future--not that she was really complaining, what with so much of her own personal kinks stemming from exactly that kind of lovingly compelled degradation, but she at least liked to pretend that she had too much dignity to give in so pathetically easily to Deion's hypnotic conditioning. It was what made it such a wonderful surprise when she discovered just what a needy little slut she really was.
