hypnojocks: You know you were in trouble. His presence was so powerful that you became totally compe
hypnojocks: You know you were in trouble. His presence was so powerful that you became totally compelled. You were just sitting there, mesmerised, unable to say a word, just looking at him. Those jaws. Those arms. Those trackies. Yes… Their shine caught your eyes in the moment he walked to the terrace. You’re unable to look away. You are completely focused on his pants, and at the moment he pulls off his t-shirt you are lost. Thoughts gone. Brain empty. Mouth drooling. He put you under without telling a word. He is strong. Powerful. You stand up. Aroused. Blank. Empty. Obedient. You walk to him, and sit on the ground next to him. His pants are so close. You touch it. As the silky fabric’s smoothness contacts with your skin you feel a wave of pleasure running through your whole body. The pleasure of obedience. The pleasure of submission. You look up at him. You cum. You are panting. He pulls your head and makes you kiss his shiny crotch. You are overwhelmed by the scent and the sensation. You cum again. He smirks. You try to gather all your power to speak while your head is buried into his crotch kissing his balls through the pants. All you could say was “I’m yours, Master” -- source link