Speaker 1: Take a deep breath in and let it out slowly again,
deeper this time. Let everything else fall away, but this.
You're here with me, listening, obeying, craving, Feel the weight
of your body pressing into whatever you're on, bed, chair, floor.
It doesn't matter. You're not in control right now, not
of your thoughts or your breath. M hmm. Your hands,
where are they? They don't belong to you anymore. They
belong to this moment, to the fantasy. I'm about to
lace around your wrists. Imagine it silk rope, tight but soft,
wrapping around each wrist, pulling your arms gently above your
head or behind your back. Feel it now, the vulnerability,
the thrill of surrender, the aching, pulsing heat between your legs.
My voice is your guide, and right now your only
job is to one feel my lips, not quite touching
your ear, but close enough that your skin tingles, close
enough that your whole body arches for more. I want
you to picture your favorite touch, whether it's a tongue
circling your nibble, fingers tracing between your thighs, or the sudden,
sharp smack of pleasure biting into pain. Whatever it is,
let it happen in your mind, in your body. Right now,
you don't have to move unless I say, slide your
hand and slowly down your body. Don't rush, Make yourself
beg for it. Let your fingers dance, teasing, grazing, threatening
to go lower. Good now, touch just enough to make
yourself twitch, but not enough to finish. You don't get
that yet. You belong to the build, the anticipation, the ache.
You belong to me. It's to this voice, moment, this fantasy.
Now let go. Let the heat wash over you like
silk fire. Let the tension tighten like rope pulled taut.
Let yourself be taken by sensation. No shame, no guilt,
only pleasure only. Yes, this is your edge, and you're
so beautiful at the edge. Hold it, and when you're
ready to fall, let yourself come undone. I'll be here
again when you're ready to surrender. Until then, stay wet,
stay wanting, and always obey your pleasure.