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