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Loser
🕑 Added 2023-01-16 22:33:40 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist has a fun pet name for you. Well, it's more of a descriptor.
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“Awh, my little loser wants to try again?” You blushed at the insult, their pet name for you. Said without malice. A simple statement. “What game do you want to play this time? Keep from cumming? Hold on to your mind? How about a staring contest?”
You took a moment to think, before deciding. “Hold on to my mind.” The premise was simple, they’d set a timer, and then have that long to bring you down. The shorter the timer, the better the reward if you won. Only, you never won. That was the point.
They smiled. “Okay then, loser. Three minutes. Ready to lose?”
You nodded.
They pressed a button on their phone, and stepped into you. “Okay, so how long do you really think you can hold on, hmm? You’re already looking into my eyes, loser. That’s not how you win.”
You were looking into their eyes. You couldn’t help it at this point. But you could resist. You knew you could. You smiled up at them.
“Awh, is that a smirk? Does my little loser think that they can hold out? How can you? When your mind is already starting to drift?”
You blinked, no – your mind wasn’t starting to – “That’s it loser, letting your mind drift in my gaze. My eyes unravel your mind, don’t they?” Their hand came to your chin, gently nodding, agreeing with their statement. “That’s what I thought. So you shouldn’t have looked.”
They laughed, softly. “Too late now though. Looks like the loser’s going to lose their mind and the game. But that’s okay. That’s your purpose. To lose to me. Because you enjoy losing our games. No matter how successful you are out there, in here, you lose.”
Their hand moved up to your cheek, holding your gaze to their eyes. “You lose control. You lose restraint, you lose the ability to fight against the need to give in.” You leant into their hand. “You lose everything, my loser.” Their hand came away from your cheek.
The sudden drop sent your mind spiralling, and they took the opportunity, pulling you in. “That’s it, toy. Just sink into me… And, well, twenty seconds left. Close, but you’ll always lose, my sweet little loser. And now, we get to enjoy your reward for losing so well…”
