Speaker 1: Welcome to Dear Nicky Aptain Tark, where we dive deep
Speaker 1: into the raw, unfiltered stories of desire, power, and everything
Speaker 1: in between. I'm your host, Nikki, and today we're exploring
Speaker 1: the electrifying world of dominance and submission dynamics. These letters
Speaker 1: from listeners like you reveal the thrill of surrender, the
Speaker 1: rush of control, and the intimate spaces where fantasies become reality.
Speaker 1: So buckle up, it's going to get really intense. And
Speaker 1: on tonight's show, a flirty night at a cocktail party
Speaker 1: turns into a tense car ride home where defiance meets dominance,
Speaker 1: leading to a raw edge of your seat encounter that
Speaker 1: ends in a sweet, affirming praise. A young woman aches
Speaker 1: for total submission, penned down an edge to oblivion and
Speaker 1: wrecked in the best way, but wonders if she's alone
Speaker 1: in craving that free intensity. And from a nervous movie
Speaker 1: theater kisses to leashes in degradation on and plans for
Speaker 1: a hotel destruction. A first time relationship spirals into a
Speaker 1: dictive BDSM territory that and so so much more so
Speaker 1: Tonight we have a question for you guys to think
Speaker 1: about while you're listening to the show. What hidden fantasy
Speaker 1: have you been keeping from your partner out of fear
Speaker 1: and might change things? I'd love to hear from you.
Speaker 1: Send your stories to my DM on discord, email me
Speaker 1: at Nikki and Ikky at Dearniki dot com, or the
Speaker 1: website at Deerniki dot com under the confession stab. And
Speaker 1: to those of listening right now, what draws you to
Speaker 1: a fantasy like that one that's too vulnerable to share?
Speaker 1: And how do you think revealing it could shift the
Speaker 1: power in your relationship? It's sights, It's time for to
Speaker 1: night's rettle. Are we ready? Here? It goes what goes
Speaker 1: in hard and dry but comes out soft and wet?
Speaker 1: Did I get you a get abe on that one?
Speaker 1: And of course you know you're out to stick around
Speaker 1: at the end show find out you know what time
Speaker 1: it is? It is time to sit down, relax, Let's
Speaker 1: have a whiskey with some filthy cherries of course, and
Speaker 1: explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki, I need to tell you about this weekend
Speaker 1: because it's still going through me and I can't stop
Speaker 1: replaying it. My husband and I have been leaning harder
Speaker 1: into our dynamic lately. He's stepping more confidently into his dominance,
Speaker 1: and I'm well, I'm the same and satiable twenty eight
Speaker 1: year old who stays wet and needy basically every day
Speaker 1: seventies a week. I'm ready. It's honestly exhausting in the
Speaker 1: best way. We went to this cocktail party and I
Speaker 1: had a few drinks, more than usual these days, which
Speaker 1: always strips away the last little filter I have left.
Speaker 1: I get flirty, extra bratty, and gravitate toward older men
Speaker 1: or anyone rating that quiet, commanding energy, you know the type.
Speaker 1: So I pushed it. I laughed too easily at their jokes,
Speaker 1: let my hand linger when one touched my arm, even
Speaker 1: gave my number to this charming bachelor who drunkenly called
Speaker 1: me his future sex therapist. I could feel my husband's
Speaker 1: eyes on me the whole time, darkening, and that's exactly
Speaker 1: what I wanted. I wanted to come home, knowing i'd
Speaker 1: earn trouble. The drive back was thick with it. He
Speaker 1: didn't speak much at first, just let the silence build
Speaker 1: until he finally ordered me to take off my dress.
Speaker 1: I said, no, of course I did. He threatened to
Speaker 1: rip it. I love this stress, so I slid it down,
Speaker 1: heart hammering. Then he told me to squeeze my thighs together,
Speaker 1: rub them, and let him watch me soak through my
Speaker 1: panties just from the tension and his voice. I was
Speaker 1: already dripping past the fabric when I reached to touch
Speaker 1: myself and got a sharp slap across my face, his
Speaker 1: hand clamping my wrist. Don't you dare touch that pussy
Speaker 1: before I do? God, the sting just made me clinch harder.
Speaker 1: He made me unbutton his pants and take him in
Speaker 1: my mouth while he drove. I teased it first, slow licks,
Speaker 1: sucking one ball, gently, stroking with spit slick fingers because
Speaker 1: I loved drawing it out, But he wasn't having it
Speaker 1: hair wrapped in his fist. Head yank back. Do as
Speaker 1: you're told, or the punishment later will be worse. That
Speaker 1: threat only made me wetter, so I sank down and
Speaker 1: took him deep until I gagged, tears, spilling throat, working
Speaker 1: around him while I groaned and fought to keep the
Speaker 1: car steady. Hearing him lose control even a little always
Speaker 1: makes me feel like I still hold some power. When
Speaker 1: we pulled up, we didn't even make it inside. He
Speaker 1: told me to climb over and sit on his cock,
Speaker 1: but I stayed completely still, no grinding, no rocking, just
Speaker 1: full and stretched and throbbing with nowhere to go. I
Speaker 1: got frustrated fast, so I leaned in like I was
Speaker 1: going to kiss his neck sweetly. Then I bit down
Speaker 1: hard enough to bruise. He shoved me back against the
Speaker 1: steering wheel, hand around my throat, and finally started thrusting,
Speaker 1: slow at first, then harder as his grip tightened. I
Speaker 1: could barely breathe, eyes rolling, tears streaming from the edge
Speaker 1: he'd put me on through earlier. When he finally let
Speaker 1: go and pounded into me, I swear the whole world
Speaker 1: narrow to that, feeling stars, literal stars right at the edge.
Speaker 1: I've flipped it. I grabbed his throat, looked him dead
Speaker 1: in the eye, and told him to come for me.
Speaker 1: I wanted to feel him swell, pulse flood me while
Speaker 1: I shook and clinched around him. His release triggered mind.
Speaker 1: We came together, messy and loud, his cum linking down
Speaker 1: my thighs as I kept riding through the aftershocks, the punishment,
Speaker 1: the roughness, the way he claims me when I've been bad.
Speaker 1: It's all electric. But Nikki, what absolutely undoes me afterward
Speaker 1: when he catches his breath, pulls me close, strokes my
Speaker 1: hair and murmurs. Then I'm as a good girl. But
Speaker 1: I took it so well that I'm perfect for him.
Speaker 1: That praise HiT's deeper than any slap or choke ever could.
Speaker 1: That's what I chase every time I push him to
Speaker 1: the edge. I just needed you to know it's ron
Speaker 1: MESSI and ours and I'm still glowing from it. Yours
Speaker 1: her name or just the girl who can't get enough
Speaker 1: price who you know? I actually felt this one, abe,
Speaker 1: because this is exactly like me. I like to push
Speaker 1: from the bottom, but I also know that I'm gonna
Speaker 1: get it. I don't think I could ever be with
Speaker 1: a man that I think I'd get bored eventually if
Speaker 1: I wasn't challenged somehow sexually, you know, if I was
Speaker 1: able to ride, you know, run over him. I guess
Speaker 1: I should say I wouldn't do anything for me. But
Speaker 1: here's a question that we should ask her. How is
Speaker 1: leaning harder into this dynamic changed your day to day
Speaker 1: connection with your husband and for you those are listening.
Speaker 1: Have you ever provoked trouble on purpose just to feel
Speaker 1: that electric claim? What was the aftermath for like for you? Yes,
Speaker 1: and it was a nice, good throat fucking. And I
Speaker 1: proudly still. I have this little sign in my office
Speaker 1: I have to take a picture for you, and it says,
Speaker 1: don't tell me what to do. And that fits me
Speaker 1: so very, very very perfectly. Dear Tickie. I've been thinking
Speaker 1: about this NonStop and I just need to get it out.
Speaker 1: I want to be dominated completely, fuck sentenceless until my
Speaker 1: brain shuts off, and that's all that's left is feeling
Speaker 1: him take over every inch of me. I crave it
Speaker 1: so badly it almost scares me. How much my husband's
Speaker 1: getting better, it's stepping into that role. And the times
Speaker 1: that he really claimed me have left me shaking and
Speaker 1: glowing for days. But lately this fantasy keeps building him,
Speaker 1: not holding back at all, pinning me down so hard
Speaker 1: I can't move, hands everywhere, gripping my wrist above my head,
Speaker 1: throat hips slamming into me relentlessly until I'm whimpering, dripping
Speaker 1: mess who can barely form words. I want him to
Speaker 1: edge me until I'm begging incoherently. Then just keep going
Speaker 1: past the point where I think I can take it,
Speaker 1: pounding me through over stimulation until my legs give out
Speaker 1: and I'm seeing stars again. Took me just right, slap
Speaker 1: my face or asks when I get bratty, spit in
Speaker 1: my mouth if that's what he wants. Make me feel
Speaker 1: every brutal thrust like it's the only thing that matters.
Speaker 1: I don't even know exactly why it pulls me this
Speaker 1: hard right now, it just does. The idea of being
Speaker 1: used like that, reduced to pure need and surrender, feels
Speaker 1: so fraying and filthy, imperfect. I want to be his
Speaker 1: good girl who's also his desperate little slut, wrecked and
Speaker 1: praised for taking it all afterward, when I'm boneless and
Speaker 1: linking him, hearing him murmur how well I did, how
Speaker 1: pretty I looked ruined for him. That's the part that
Speaker 1: makes my heart race as much as the roughness. I
Speaker 1: want it so bad. I can feel the egge already, like,
Speaker 1: please just throw me around and fuck the thoughts right
Speaker 1: out of my head until I'm nothing but his Tell
Speaker 1: me I'm not alone in this craving and this intensity.
Speaker 1: I feel like I'm burning up just writing it. Still,
Speaker 1: your listener, the girl who wants to be utterly ruined?
Speaker 1: There is nothing like her, you know, I know I
Speaker 1: had just said this, but there is really nothing like
Speaker 1: someone just railing you and taking control and hello, welcome.
Speaker 1: So the question for the author what sparked this fantasy
Speaker 1: building so strong right now? And for you, those of
Speaker 1: you who are listening, do you ever fill that pull
Speaker 1: towards total submission, where freedoms come from letting go completely?
Speaker 1: And how do you melance that with your everyday life? Anybody?
Speaker 1: I know? Our new person just popped in like three
Speaker 1: quarters away through any thoughts? I love the cat. Is
Speaker 1: that a hat or a piece? Or is that a
Speaker 1: two pe wig of the cat? I can't really tell.
Speaker 1: It's a really bad bull cut. The cat deserves better.
Speaker 1: I'm just gonna say that it looks awful though it
Speaker 1: needs a better haircut. Though it's very pretty cat, very
Speaker 1: pretty cat. I'm gonna guess it's a red enom photo.
Speaker 1: It's beans free holes, am I? Right? Guys? Abe? Where'd
Speaker 1: you yeah? Where'd you uh come up with it? When
Speaker 1: I was in high school, I took French and when
Speaker 1: I was in French three I started Spanish, and yeah,
Speaker 1: that didn't work out so well because a lot of
Speaker 1: them are close. And I remember I would start My
Speaker 1: French name was cecil and when I went because the
Speaker 1: samely you taught. When I went to Spanish, it was Cecilieah,
Speaker 1: And no, I cannot speak Spanish, so but I used
Speaker 1: to and kind of do I try to ride it
Speaker 1: on my hand when I go to Mexico. The only
Speaker 1: thing my history teacher told me I needed to know
Speaker 1: was well, for me, more margarita please, and where's the bathroom?
Speaker 1: He said, Really, that's the only thing you really need
Speaker 1: to know in Spanish to get you through vacation. I'm
Speaker 1: just quoting him. Don't don't you know, don't whip me
Speaker 1: or anything, guys, and forgive me. I have Zeppelin watching
Speaker 1: the Olympics, so and Kashmir is in here with me.
Speaker 1: So this is a whole new trial and air kind
Speaker 1: of thing. Well, we're glad you're here for free holidays. Oh,
Speaker 1: I'll tell your wife Ansa and I is she listening
Speaker 1: with you? Oh? Well she can listen to or she
Speaker 1: busy with the bundles of joy. Okay, hang on Okay,
Speaker 1: let's go see let's go see one second. Guys, a's
Speaker 1: cash okay, right, Gossie go sing go Scosi. Ah, well,
Speaker 1: you can show her the rebroadcast tomorrow sometime. Sorry, I
Speaker 1: had to let mine out well out my office door.
Speaker 1: Ah okay, Yeah, we just started. This is the first
Speaker 1: week we're doing live, so I'm I can't wait till Friday,
Speaker 1: and I'll tell you guys about that to see at
Speaker 1: the show. I've come up with an idea that I
Speaker 1: think is going to be fine with audience participation if
Speaker 1: you happen to listen if I don't know if you
Speaker 1: paid subscriber or not. But Abe does the erotic hypnosis
Speaker 1: for me. He's my writer in the erotic hypnosis. Yes,
Speaker 1: you guys should listen together. Maybe I'll do one late
Speaker 1: for couples that have later. Maybe I'll do one later.
Speaker 1: We are on Saturdays, so will you even tell her?
Speaker 1: I said, Hi, dear Nikki, I'm twenty one and this
Speaker 1: is my real first relationship. My girlfriend is my first
Speaker 1: girlfriend ever, So everything feels intense and new. I still
Speaker 1: get nervous just thinking about how it all started. Our
Speaker 1: second date, we went to a movie. I was so
Speaker 1: anxious about making a move, heart pounding the whole time.
Speaker 1: Then she leaned in and kissed me first. That broke
Speaker 1: everything open. I couldn't hold back. I started devouring her lips,
Speaker 1: kissing her deep and long tongues everywhere. My hands slipped
Speaker 1: under her top, inside her braw and I squeezed those huge,
Speaker 1: soft boobs. I felt incredible in my hands. I pinched
Speaker 1: her nipples, rolled them between my fingers, and she moaned
Speaker 1: into my mouth like she loved it. A few days later,
Speaker 1: her birthday, another movie date. This time we didn't wait.
Speaker 1: We started making out hard right as little lights went down,
Speaker 1: kissing fiercely, hands all over each other. I got so
Speaker 1: worked up I pulled out my cock six and a
Speaker 1: half inches, hard as hell. She looked shocked at first,
Speaker 1: eyes wide staring at it, and I asked her politely,
Speaker 1: wanna suck? She said sure, without hesitation. She started licking
Speaker 1: the tips so gently, teasing, then took more in her mouth.
Speaker 1: It was my first blow job ever, and it felt
Speaker 1: like heaven, her warm mouth sliding up and down my
Speaker 1: huge cock. On her birthday, I gave her that as
Speaker 1: her gift, and she took it eagerly. We kept going
Speaker 1: to the movies just for the dark, empty spaces to
Speaker 1: fool around. Soon we discovered bedeous end stuff online, the
Speaker 1: idea of putting a leash on her, controlling her completely.
Speaker 1: It fascinated me. Next date, I bought a leash. I
Speaker 1: put it on her collar, made her sit on the
Speaker 1: floor like my pet. I slapped her face lightly, told
Speaker 1: her to suck me again. I thrust into her throat deep,
Speaker 1: pulling the leash to yank her closer, forcing more of
Speaker 1: my cock down until I heard those wet glock clock sounds.
Speaker 1: She gagged a little, but kept owing, eyes watering, and
Speaker 1: I could tell she was into it. I came hard
Speaker 1: in her mouth and filled it up completely. Come overflowed
Speaker 1: and got on my hands too, and that dirty girl
Speaker 1: licked every drop off my fingers like she couldn't get enough.
Speaker 1: Things got rocky for a while. We fought a lot,
Speaker 1: but then she decided to submit fully. She told me
Speaker 1: she wanted to be de behore and my randy just
Speaker 1: for me. Since then, I've treated her like an absolute slut.
Speaker 1: She craves to be calling her names, using her whenever
Speaker 1: I want, making her bag. Now I've got plans to
Speaker 1: take her to a hotel soon and destroy her with
Speaker 1: my huge dick. I'll let the leash on her the
Speaker 1: whole time, force her to crawl like a dog on
Speaker 1: all fours. I'll make her pee like one right in
Speaker 1: front of me on the floor, and I'll record it
Speaker 1: all to humiliate her more. I'll slap her to grade
Speaker 1: her to the limit, call her every filthy name, and
Speaker 1: force her to suck my toes and lick my feet clean.
Speaker 1: Make her lap up my come off the floor. If
Speaker 1: I spill any then I'll fuck her so hard she
Speaker 1: can't walk straight, pounding her relentlessly. At the end, I'll
Speaker 1: make her drink my piss straight from me, making her
Speaker 1: mind completely. She's excited for it, she says, she's ready
Speaker 1: to be ruined that way. It turns me on so much,
Speaker 1: knowing she's giving herself over like this. The power is control.
Speaker 1: It's sictive. I had to tell someone, it's wild how
Speaker 1: far we've come from nervous movie kisses to this, your confessor,
Speaker 1: the twenty one year old who owns his whore. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I oh, you change. You're not a kiddy cat anymore.
Speaker 1: Guys are changing on me. You're still Undrello's abe. Uh
Speaker 1: what about you for Jolee, I don't know. Come go
Speaker 1: out and come back in and see if that helps. Yeah,
Speaker 1: like I was telling Abe earlier, there's a neighbor I
Speaker 1: think sometimes at night it's like we cross streams. I
Speaker 1: guess you'll say he is amateur radio. So I'm wondering
Speaker 1: if that cross is over, if it's really bad, we
Speaker 1: can stop because I want to be able to. Oh
Speaker 1: but you can hear me clearly. I've okay, well it
Speaker 1: might just be him. We'll see. I'll keep going. So
Speaker 1: maybe you can have any answers on this. This is
Speaker 1: a no for me because I'm not getting on no nasty,
Speaker 1: no offense to the person that wrote in I'm not
Speaker 1: kidding the nasty movies, the or floor. That is just
Speaker 1: and he had me until he went into the whole
Speaker 1: degrading and pissed drinking, and that's just yeah. No, that's
Speaker 1: a note for me as well. But yeah, and I
Speaker 1: don't mind being a you know, a man I'm into.
Speaker 1: I don't mind being a whore for him. But this
Speaker 1: everything else is in now, that's see what he has
Speaker 1: to say here. Oh so for you, this is listening.
Speaker 1: Vape is in here? Did the BDSM elements sneak in
Speaker 1: unexpectedly in your relationship. If you are doing the whole
Speaker 1: bondage and submission thing, and if so, how did it
Speaker 1: view your power and consent? And if you are exploring
Speaker 1: those dynamics, what is yes and no? I mean where
Speaker 1: are your limits? You know, do you like the full
Speaker 1: degradation or are you just into the impact play and
Speaker 1: not so far? And like I said earlier in the week,
Speaker 1: because had somebody that had a choking fantasy as well
Speaker 1: in there, and I mentioned that if you're going to
Speaker 1: go this far into the extreme, you really should be
Speaker 1: learning from someone that is trained in the art. In
Speaker 1: the arts, I guess I should say, because they are
Speaker 1: out there. I mean, if they're Shabari teachers. I know,
Speaker 1: for a factor, I don't know exactly where everybody is,
Speaker 1: but they're not really hard to find, and if you
Speaker 1: are interested in them, I would suggest a munch so
Speaker 1: that way you can meet other people as well. I'm
Speaker 1: waiting we're able to type something out. Yeah, yeah, I
Speaker 1: don't know. If you heard the whole made her drink
Speaker 1: my pist kind of thing, I was like, yep, this
Speaker 1: is an absolute no for me. It was a no
Speaker 1: for me when he made her niel on the nasty
Speaker 1: theater floor. You know there's some shit that don't come
Speaker 1: out of close and nope. But to each their own,
Speaker 1: your mileage may vary. As I say, dear Niggy, I've
Speaker 1: never really talked about this out loud, so I figured,
Speaker 1: if anyone's going to get without judgment, it's you. I'm
Speaker 1: in my mid thirties, always identified as straight, always been
Speaker 1: the dominant in one bed, taking charge, calling shots, very
Speaker 1: much into women. That was just who I was, no question.
Speaker 1: Up until twenty twenty. I'd never been high and didn't smoke,
Speaker 1: didn't touch anything. Then life hit hard, a bad break
Speaker 1: up fueled by depression, and I started smoking weed to cope.
Speaker 1: At first, it was just to take the edge off
Speaker 1: quiet noise in my head. But something unexpected happened. The
Speaker 1: higher I got, the more my usual writing seemed to flip.
Speaker 1: Dominant in control version of me softened, melted away to
Speaker 1: this other side, came out submissive, pliant, almost eager to
Speaker 1: let go. And when I was around other guise while
Speaker 1: I was stoned, I caught myself looking, not just glancing,
Speaker 1: but lingering, noticing their hands, their jaw lines, the way
Speaker 1: they carried themselves. It wasn't like I suddenly wanted to
Speaker 1: date men or anything close to that. I still feel
Speaker 1: zero attraction to guys when I'm sober, but hi, there's
Speaker 1: this haze where the idea of being used, of submitting
Speaker 1: to another man, or better yet, being shared, doesn't scare
Speaker 1: me off. It starts to feel intriguing hot. Even I
Speaker 1: still see myself as straight. Women are what turn me
Speaker 1: on day to day, what get me hard without question.
Speaker 1: But weed unlocks the stoor in my brain where the
Speaker 1: line blurs just enough that m M F scenario doesn't
Speaker 1: sound wrong any more. The thought of being on my
Speaker 1: knees between a woman and a guy, and her guiding
Speaker 1: me while he takes control, or even just letting the
Speaker 1: dominant man use my mouth while she watches and praises me,
Speaker 1: it creeps me into my fantacies. When I'm eight, I
Speaker 1: get this submissive rush, this craving to be directed, objectified,
Speaker 1: a little passed around. It's confusing as hell, because sober
Speaker 1: me would shut that thought down instantly. I don't know
Speaker 1: if it's the weed lowering my inhibitions or if it's
Speaker 1: revealing something that always there under the layers of control
Speaker 1: and depression, or maybe just a temporary chemical thing. All
Speaker 1: I know is that when I'm high enough, the idea
Speaker 1: of being submissive to a man, of being his good
Speaker 1: boy for a night or part of a threesome where
Speaker 1: I'm not one getting wrecked feels less like not me
Speaker 1: and more like why not. I haven't acted on it,
Speaker 1: haven't even came close, but it's there now, this quiet
Speaker 1: curiosity that shows up when the smoke's thick and my
Speaker 1: guard's gone. Part of me wonders if I'll ever chase
Speaker 1: it sober, or if it'll stay locked away in that
Speaker 1: hazy space forever. Either. It has changed how I see myself,
Speaker 1: a little less rigid, more open to whatever my body
Speaker 1: wants when the walls are down. Thanks for being the
Speaker 1: place I can say this without feeling like a frod
Speaker 1: still figuring out the guy who turns sub when he stoned. Yeah,
Speaker 1: highly aroused can trigger many things that doesn't rise up,
Speaker 1: especially I don't know I do edibles. I haven't done
Speaker 1: him in years. But when I want, if I'm with
Speaker 1: somebody like or socially, it's inedible for me, and I
Speaker 1: have to say that, I get pretty worked up. Horny
Speaker 1: when I'm high as a kite, and it doesn't take
Speaker 1: much for me. I also see a marching band walking
Speaker 1: going down streets but naked. But that was the last
Speaker 1: time I got high. But yeah, I don't. I don't
Speaker 1: get like crazy horny, like where I'm running around saying
Speaker 1: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, like some girl did
Speaker 1: in high school at a party, apparently when she was high.
Speaker 1: But I do get arousal in it. I think because
Speaker 1: marijuana and pot whatever we're gonna call it, brings our
Speaker 1: antibitions down and it does relax us. It could make
Speaker 1: us more susceptible to things that maybe are back in
Speaker 1: our brain. So I don't think it's wrong. I think
Speaker 1: you know, if you want, I don't know, how would
Speaker 1: you guys have that conversation with yourself. I like that
Speaker 1: he's keeping the toothpaste in the tube until he's completely ready.
Speaker 1: I mean, do we think this curiosity will ever cross
Speaker 1: into a sober life or is it just like a
Speaker 1: fancy maybe he could get off on when he's high.
Speaker 1: And for those of you who are listening, has substance
Speaker 1: ever revealed a new layer of your sexuality? What boundaries
Speaker 1: do you set around exploring it. Like I said, I've
Speaker 1: never I've only done pot a couple times, so I
Speaker 1: don't know. For me, it would just be not doing
Speaker 1: it when I want to sexually explore. But if I
Speaker 1: do it, it's gonna be loan and I'm gonna use.
Speaker 1: He's a very good vibrator. Dear Nikki, I'm twenty one,
Speaker 1: and I love my boyfriend more than I can put
Speaker 1: into words. He's twenty, sweet, attractive, and somehow our sex
Speaker 1: drives line up perfectly, like we're both horny basically all
Speaker 1: the time, and the sex is honestly incredible. We click
Speaker 1: in so many ways. I feel so lucky to have him,
Speaker 1: But there's a side of me I keep locked away
Speaker 1: because I'm scared it would freak him out. I have
Speaker 1: this deep, almost embarrassed, embarrassingly chauvinistic fantasy where I'm his
Speaker 1: completely submissive, slutty little housewife, the kid who walks around
Speaker 1: the house naked except for a tiny apron tits an
Speaker 1: ass full on display, ready for him to grab, bend over,
Speaker 1: or use. The mood strikes, I want to bring him
Speaker 1: jinks on my knees, cook for him while he watches
Speaker 1: me move around the kitchen, like him his personal property.
Speaker 1: I want him to treat me like I exist just
Speaker 1: as so, and please him. Fuck my mouth when he's stressed,
Speaker 1: take me from behind while I'm bent over the counter.
Speaker 1: Call me his dirty slut, his cum dump his owned,
Speaker 1: or degrade me, objectify me, make me feel small and
Speaker 1: used and cherished for all at once. The more possessive
Speaker 1: and filthy he gets, the letter I get just thinking
Speaker 1: about it. The problem is he's not like that at all.
Speaker 1: He's genuinely kind, respectful, almost overly careful. He's shy about
Speaker 1: anything that even hints at roughness or dominance. I've dropped
Speaker 1: little hints before, joking about wanting him to take charge
Speaker 1: or playfully say he saying he could use me however
Speaker 1: he wants, And every time his face changes, he gets
Speaker 1: visibly uncomfortable, tenses up, and starts reassuring me that he'd
Speaker 1: never want to hurt me or make me feel bad.
Speaker 1: Even when I tell him straight up that I'm into it,
Speaker 1: that pain or degradation would turn me on, he pulls back.
Speaker 1: He's afraid of crossing the line, and I get it.
Speaker 1: He cares so much about me feeling safe, but it
Speaker 1: leaves me feeling like I can't ever show him the
Speaker 1: real depth of what gets me off. I don't want
Speaker 1: to push him into something he's not comfortable with. I'd
Speaker 1: never want him to do anything that feels forced or
Speaker 1: fake just to please me. So these fantasies stay locked
Speaker 1: away in my head, or they come out when I'm alone,
Speaker 1: touching myself and imagining him finally letting go, grabbing my hair,
Speaker 1: slapping my ass red and telling me I am his
Speaker 1: filthy little bitch while he fills me up. It's intense,
Speaker 1: and it gets me there every time, but it always
Speaker 1: ends with this quiet ache because it's not him. It's
Speaker 1: just me in my hand and a version of him
Speaker 1: that doesn't really exist. I'm not going anywhere. He's too good,
Speaker 1: too perfect in every other way. This isn't a deal breaker,
Speaker 1: God Nikki. Sometimes I wish I could just crawl to
Speaker 1: him one night, naked and collared, even if it's imaginary,
Speaker 1: look up at him and beg him to owe me completely,
Speaker 1: to stop being gentle for once and treat me like
Speaker 1: the desperate, submissive slut I craved to be for him.
Speaker 1: For now, though, I guess I keep venting here and
Speaker 1: handling it solo. It's not ideal, but it's better than
Speaker 1: risking making him feel like he's not enough as he is.
Speaker 1: Thanks for letting me spell it. I feel a lotter
Speaker 1: just saying it out loud. You're aching aching apron fantasy girl.
Speaker 1: Oh yeah, it does sound hot. I think she should.
Speaker 1: I think I think what she did is what I
Speaker 1: usually do, abe I have. I'm horrible at this where
Speaker 1: if I want to confess something and it's been a while,
Speaker 1: like a decent amount of time, I am like a
Speaker 1: fire hose and it just all comes out. I am
Speaker 1: horrible about that, so I'm not perfect, guys, and then
Speaker 1: I just expect him to digest it. So I think
Speaker 1: that's what she did. I mean, that sounds like exactly
Speaker 1: what she did, just went the word vomit. I think
Speaker 1: if she pulled back and they tiptoed into it, you know,
Speaker 1: a little here, a little there, or even just hell
Speaker 1: ripping the band aid off of herself and walk around
Speaker 1: in an apron all day like that and bring him
Speaker 1: drinks and see how long it takes. I mean, it
Speaker 1: kind of forces the sand. But I mean, depending on
Speaker 1: where they're at, I think maybe that tiptoeing around it
Speaker 1: I mean, and maybe she doesn't get the praises that
Speaker 1: she gets the first time, but hell, why not, right,
Speaker 1: I mean, she'd have to be open to the fact
Speaker 1: that he says I don't want this, and she'd go
Speaker 1: get dressed. But tell me, gentlemen, I have to know.
Speaker 1: If your lady that you really like showed up in
Speaker 1: an apron and started dusting your house all day was
Speaker 1: just wearing an ape brand and nothing underneath and maybe
Speaker 1: add some heels to it, or even just bare feet
Speaker 1: with a great pedicure, what are we thinking? No, yes,
Speaker 1: so free holla. So let me ask you this. If
Speaker 1: you're this dude and you're really shy and she just
Speaker 1: said fuck it and she came down like that, would
Speaker 1: you get I mean, she tiptoed you into it. Would
Speaker 1: you be okay like that? I could see, uh duh yeah.
Speaker 1: Could you hear me?
Speaker 2: Mabe Yeah, he just told yeah. I was like, yip,
Speaker 2: I heard duh. Yeah. I think that's easing into it, though.
Speaker 2: I mean I always I don't know if you're how
Speaker 2: long your wife's been listening. But I usually.
Speaker 1: Tell people when they're gonna have this talk that the
Speaker 1: best place to do with talk is never in the
Speaker 1: house or the place you're gonna do it right, get
Speaker 1: in the fucking car. And this is why, because it's
Speaker 1: a whole new dynamic. One of you has to focus
Speaker 1: on driving and the other one can look out the
Speaker 1: window kind of like a confessional. But once you get back,
Speaker 1: you leave it there. And if you're the confessor, like
Speaker 1: if you're the one telling what's going on, you have
Speaker 1: to be patient because as long as it took you
Speaker 1: to work up the guts to say it, it takes
Speaker 1: that person probably just as long. So don't expect to
Speaker 1: answer in twenty four hours. But the person that's listening,
Speaker 1: I always say, tell them if you don't you're not
Speaker 1: sure of an answer, it's always okay to say give
Speaker 1: me five minutes. And that's my I don't mean like
Speaker 1: literal five minutes, that's my I need a pause here
Speaker 1: and think about this and then go there's this beautiful
Speaker 1: thing called the internet, and go read all you want
Speaker 1: and find out, come back with questions, and then say,
Speaker 1: if you need more time running from it and turning
Speaker 1: it completely down unless it's you know, or really something
Speaker 1: that's a hard, hard no, But listen, That's that's what
Speaker 1: I usually say dear Nikki, I still can't believe I
Speaker 1: set it out, least after all these years. My wife
Speaker 1: and I have been together a long time and sex
Speaker 1: has been sparse. Honestly, we love each other deeply, but
Speaker 1: the bedroom has gone quiet for a while, so the
Speaker 1: timing felt off. When I finally worked up the nerve
Speaker 1: to tell her, I've always fantasized about her dominating me,
Speaker 1: like really taking control, making me beg using me, owning
Speaker 1: the moment while I just surrender. I half expected her
Speaker 1: to brush it off or feel weird about it. Instead,
Speaker 1: she looked at me, smiled the slow, curious smile, and
Speaker 1: said she was into it, more than into it. We've
Speaker 1: only done it a handful of times, maybe three or
Speaker 1: four sessions, but each one has burned itself into my
Speaker 1: brain so hard I can't function normally anymore. The first time,
Speaker 1: she straddled my chest and pinned my wrist above my
Speaker 1: head and just stared down at me while telling me
Speaker 1: exactly what a good boy I was going to be
Speaker 1: for her. Her The way her voice dropped, the way
Speaker 1: she called me her little toy, her pet, hit all
Speaker 1: kinds of different. Then she made me wait. She edged
Speaker 1: me for what felt like forever until I was shaking, leaking,
Speaker 1: begging her to let me come. When she finally allowed it,
Speaker 1: I came so hard I saw spots. The next time,
Speaker 1: she tied my hands behind my back with one of
Speaker 1: her silk scarves, made me kneel the foot of the bed,
Speaker 1: and used my mouth like it was hers to fuck.
Speaker 1: She rode my face until she came, grinding me, smothering me,
Speaker 1: telling me not to stop until she said so. I
Speaker 1: could barely breathe, and I didn't care. I just wanted
Speaker 1: to please her. Afterwards, she pulled me up, kissed me deep,
Speaker 1: with the taste of her still on my lips, and
Speaker 1: I whispered how proud she was of me taking it
Speaker 1: so well. Every session's had been like that, her finding
Speaker 1: new ways to turn oh collar one night, spagging me
Speaker 1: red while I thanked her for each hit, making me
Speaker 1: hump her thigh in a desperate puppy until I came untouched, humiliated,
Speaker 1: and blissed. All at the same time. She's still figuring
Speaker 1: out her style, sometimes gentle, sometimes teasing, sometimes sharp and commanding,
Speaker 1: but either way, she owns me completely in those moments.
Speaker 1: Now I can't stop replying it. I reread our texts
Speaker 1: from right after telling her, telling me you're such a
Speaker 1: perfect slut for me last night, or I can't wait
Speaker 1: to use that mouth again, and I get instantly hard.
Speaker 1: I catch myself sewing off work, remembering the weight of
Speaker 1: her on top of me, the sting of her palm,
Speaker 1: that way she left softly and then whimpered her name.
Speaker 1: It's like she flipped a switch in me that won't
Speaker 1: turn off. I'm walking away, half aroused, all day, craving
Speaker 1: the next time she decides to take what's hers. We
Speaker 1: still don't have sex super often outside these scenes, but
Speaker 1: these domination moments they're electric. They make everything else feel charged.
Speaker 1: I feel more connected to her than ever, even if
Speaker 1: it's in this new, raw way. I don't know how
Speaker 1: long this phase will last, or how deep we'll go,
Speaker 1: but right now I'm addicted. I can't stop thinking about
Speaker 1: being her good boy, her plaything, her whatever she wants.
Speaker 1: And the best part, she likes it too. She likes
Speaker 1: seeing me like this, meany obedient and completely hers. I'm
Speaker 1: still buzzing from it all, and the husband who finally
Speaker 1: got dominated and can't come down. You know, sessions can
Speaker 1: be addictive. The edge the praise, the connection afterward, the aftercare.
Speaker 1: I know, when I work the lines, I can't tell
Speaker 1: you how many times that I had somebody wanted to
Speaker 1: for me to dominate them hard and I never knew how.
Speaker 1: And I'll tell you this, the one time I was
Speaker 1: able to pull it off. I have very short views
Speaker 1: when it comes to people that are like whiny or
Speaker 1: just this guy pushed my buttons and I remember. All
Speaker 1: I remember is I totally went into red haze and
Speaker 1: cussed five ways to Sunday time. And next thing I know,
Speaker 1: he's like, oh, thank god, mistress, thank you. I came
Speaker 1: so hard. I have no idea what I said. All
Speaker 1: I know is I went into five shades of rainbow
Speaker 1: cussing and I would have made the Navy blush. Yeah,
Speaker 1: I did give it to him. I probably said a
Speaker 1: lot of things I should not have said. Nothing like,
Speaker 1: you know, bad bad things. But you know, it was
Speaker 1: stuff that I feel uncomfortable calling somebody or telling him
Speaker 1: they're stupid. Stuff like that. I mean, it was really
Speaker 1: really bad. I was a GoF phone and I was like, well,
Speaker 1: that's okay, I guess I mean, like forty five fifty
Speaker 1: bucks off of it. But I was like, okay, game,
Speaker 1: that's I guess that's good. That's the game. Right. Have
Speaker 1: you ever switched rolls after the years together? And what's
Speaker 1: the biggest shift? Did it regnite this spark?
Speaker 2: Like this?
Speaker 1: I always say, as we age our bodies, our bodies change.
Speaker 1: And you know, when you hit the forties fifties, specially
Speaker 1: for women, one day your body's going to wake up
Speaker 1: and be completely different. And I'm experiencing that right now.
Speaker 1: But what I think and what I tell everybody is
Speaker 1: to learn your body, because if you don't know your body,
Speaker 1: how's your partner supposed to know your body. I've never
Speaker 1: dominated in your life. I don't know if I could, abe,
Speaker 1: could you free Hille dominate? I mean, I mean there's
Speaker 1: always a dance of domination and subition, even in Vanilla.
Speaker 1: So and if it's if you don't want to say
Speaker 1: I just say beans or whatever, you're safe where it is.
Speaker 1: It's a delicate dance. And you know, I hate fifty
Speaker 1: Shades of Gray. I call it fifty stages a shit
Speaker 1: because it's exactly what it is, not just the acting.
Speaker 1: But but I have to say it has been good
Speaker 1: to open up relationships. It is lame. The books were better,
Speaker 1: and I read the books after I had a major
Speaker 1: surgery and couldn't really do anything. It was okay, So
Speaker 1: you have to you have to as my as I
Speaker 1: was raised my father that you'll find out as I talk.
Speaker 1: And one that my sex talk growing up was if
Speaker 1: you if you aren't willing to, you know, to change
Speaker 1: the house, redecorate, move things, change things up, someone will
Speaker 1: come along and take what you took for granted. And
Speaker 1: I don't know if he was talking about, you know,
Speaker 1: home depot or whatever, but I take it to heart
Speaker 1: as my U. I've heard that a The Mistress. I've
Speaker 1: heard that's a good movie. I have not seen it yet.
Speaker 1: I need to, but I'm definitely the yes. I'm the
Speaker 1: yes woman in the relationship. So I like to keep
Speaker 1: my partner sexually happy no matter what. That's just me, though,
Speaker 1: Dear Nicky, and I want you on your knees tonight,
Speaker 1: non gently, not slintly, a snow slow build up or
Speaker 1: whispered permissions. I want you exposed, horny, just the way
Speaker 1: I want you to be, just your mouth open and
Speaker 1: waiting for a second. I step in front of you,
Speaker 1: I fist that thick handful of your hair right at
Speaker 1: the root, and I tilt your head back so your
Speaker 1: throat makes one long straight line. Your eyes are already
Speaker 1: watering from the angle alone. Mascaras start to smear at
Speaker 1: the corners. Good. I like that first proof, already giving
Speaker 1: something up for me. Your com fleet surrender, no warm
Speaker 1: up licks, no teasing kisses along the shaft. I feed
Speaker 1: my cock past your lips in one long, desperate, deliberate push,
Speaker 1: past the soft part of your tongue, past where most
Speaker 1: girls start gagging. And I don't stop until I feel
Speaker 1: that tight, muscular ring of your throat clinch hard around
Speaker 1: the head, that little panicked flutter. Yes, that's the spy.
Speaker 1: I want you choke instantly. A wet, strangled gurgle escapes
Speaker 1: around me. Your hands reach to my thighs on reflex,
Speaker 1: nails sticking in, but I don't care. I hold your
Speaker 1: pin there, nose mashed against my pelvis, lips stretched wide,
Speaker 1: and thin thoat bulging visibly, while your body convulses in
Speaker 1: that beautiful, helpless rhythm, throat chest heaving, tears streaming freely.
Speaker 1: Now your face. I wait, I let you feel every
Speaker 1: thick inch sealing your airway let the burn build in
Speaker 1: your lungs, let your survival instincts scream while I stay completely, still,
Speaker 1: savoring how your throat milks me and frantic involuntary pulses.
Speaker 1: Then I pull back just enough for you to drag
Speaker 1: in one ragged, snotty gasp before I slam back in hard,
Speaker 1: this time faster, no pause. The sound is obscene, wet
Speaker 1: clerks and gags filling the room every time I bought
Speaker 1: them out. Your spit runs in thick ropes down your chin,
Speaker 1: trips onto your tits, strings between my balls and your neck.
Speaker 1: With a very brutal withdrawal. I don't let you set
Speaker 1: any rhythm. This isn't a blow job. This is me
Speaker 1: fucking your face, like at the second cut, deep, relentless, selfish.
Speaker 1: When your hands starts slapping at my thighs for real,
Speaker 1: when your gag turns into full body ratches and your
Speaker 1: eyes roll back a little, I finally give you mercy,
Speaker 1: but only for three seconds, just long enough to let
Speaker 1: you cough, splutter, beg with your erect voice, if you
Speaker 1: can even form words. Then I pull you forward by
Speaker 1: the hair and bury myself to the hilt. I don't
Speaker 1: stop until your throat is raw, swollen, until every breath
Speaker 1: you manage to steal tastes like me, until your makeup
Speaker 1: is ruined, your lips puffy and dark, your neck flushed
Speaker 1: red from pressure, and your eyes are glassy with that
Speaker 1: perfect mix of humiliation in need. And when I finally
Speaker 1: decide I'm close, I won't pull out. I know you're
Speaker 1: locked all the way down, nose crushed, throat, stuff, bodies shaking.
Speaker 1: While I pump every thick pulse straight into your stomach,
Speaker 1: You'll feel it happening. You'll feel the heat spreading while
Speaker 1: you're still fighting to breathe around me. Only after the
Speaker 1: last twitch do I let go of your hair. You
Speaker 1: collapse forward, coughing strings of spit and come connecting your
Speaker 1: swollen lips to my cock, gasping, trembling, ruined in the
Speaker 1: best way. And then only then do I crouch down,
Speaker 1: grip your chin, and force your erect face to look
Speaker 1: up to me and tell you, good girl, Nikki free. Holy.
Speaker 1: One thing I absolutely love is I love when people
Speaker 1: write in and their letters are about me. That was hot.
Speaker 1: I'm wondering what inspired does vivid Fantasy directed it me?
Speaker 1: And ladies and gents does reading something this graphic spark
Speaker 1: your own domb sub urges and how are you how
Speaker 1: do you feel being on either end of that scenario?
Speaker 1: This is me, This is totally and actually I would
Speaker 1: think the person that wrote it was there in the
Speaker 1: room when it did happen, because that's exactly how it
Speaker 1: happened with someone not saying names. But yes, one of
Speaker 1: my favorite things is actually this being having my throat
Speaker 1: fucked or let I'm come laying on the bed and
Speaker 1: my head dangled backwards and definitely being fucked my throat
Speaker 1: fuck that way too. That's how I love to be
Speaker 1: dominated that and just flip me over and fuck me. However,
Speaker 1: just ron go for it, you would have to ask.
Speaker 1: I don't know. I don't have anything to compare it tough.
Speaker 1: I'm blushing. I blush a lot, free Holly, I do.
Speaker 1: I'm a blusher. I can talk a dirty game, but
Speaker 1: I am I am really the girl next door that
Speaker 1: blushes bad and can talk dirty. Oh my god, there's
Speaker 1: nothing like having someone take you that way. It's just
Speaker 1: I mean, I oh, I don't even know how to
Speaker 1: put it into words. I mean the fact that it's
Speaker 1: you that's being used that you're the one that's making
Speaker 1: lose control. That's intoxicating as it is, yet you're right,
Speaker 1: it's very very, very hot, very hot. Wrapping up this
Speaker 1: episode on dominance and submission, We've heard stories of provocication
Speaker 1: leading to passionate reclamation, fantasies of total surrender, first time
Speaker 1: BDSM explorations, substance unlock, curiosities, hidden wife housewife dreams, long
Speaker 1: term role reversals, and unapologic face fucking commands. From each
Speaker 1: we learn the power of communication, like how confessing desires
Speaker 1: can reignite connections or reveal hidden to shelves, but also
Speaker 1: the risk in mismatch energies and the importance of consent.
Speaker 1: The thrill of punishment often ties back to the sweetness
Speaker 1: of praise, showing that how vulnerability builds trust. What they
Speaker 1: all have in common a craving for balance and power play,
Speaker 1: whether giving up control feel free or claiming to feel
Speaker 1: it live or navigating the gray areas in between. These
Speaker 1: dynamics aren't just about acts, They're about emotional afterflow, the growth,
Speaker 1: and the deeper bonds they forge. If these resonated, share
Speaker 1: your thoughts or stories, I'm all ears Until next time,
Speaker 1: Stay curious, stay consensual, and keep what makes you going
Speaker 1: all right. Before we slipped into the dark to night,
Speaker 1: I've got one last little gift to tuck you in
Speaker 1: with something just from me straight to you. I want
Speaker 1: you to both relax and close your eyes for me
Speaker 1: now and picture this. I kneel on the soft carpet
Speaker 1: of our dimly lit room, the air thick with the
Speaker 1: scent of Vanella candles flickering on the night stand. My
Speaker 1: heart races a steady drum beat echoing in my ears
Speaker 1: as I wait for you, my sir, my everything. The
Speaker 1: silk blindfold you tie my eyes earlier, blocks out the world,
Speaker 1: heightening every other sentence. I can feel the cool draft
Speaker 1: from the slightly open window brushing against my bare skin,
Speaker 1: raising goose bumps along my arms and thighs. I'm dressed
Speaker 1: only in black lace panties you chose from me, the
Speaker 1: ones that hug my hips just right, and my hands
Speaker 1: are clasped behind my back, wrists browned loosely with a
Speaker 1: velvet rope that reminds me of your unyielding control. You
Speaker 1: enter the room, I know a jew by the deliberate
Speaker 1: click of your boots on the hardwood floor each step measured, powerful,
Speaker 1: drawing closer until I can smell cologne, that musky, intoxicating
Speaker 1: blend that always makes my core clench in anticipation. Good girl,
Speaker 1: you murmur, your voice, low and commanding, sending a shivers
Speaker 1: straight down my spine. Your fingers trail lightly over my shoulder,
Speaker 1: a ghost that makes me arch towards you, instinctively craving more,
Speaker 1: but you pull away, chuckling softly, that deep rumble that
Speaker 1: tells me you're enjoying my desperation. You circle me slowly,
Speaker 1: like a predator savoring its prey, and I feel the
Speaker 1: heat of your gaye even through the blindfold. You've been
Speaker 1: waiting so patiently, You say, your breath warm against my
Speaker 1: ear as you loosen, as leaning close, not quite touching,
Speaker 1: but patience deserves a reward, or perhaps a tease. Your
Speaker 1: hand hovers near my neck, fingertips brushing the air just
Speaker 1: inches from my skin, making me strain forward, my lips
Speaker 1: parting in a silent plea. I can hear the faint
Speaker 1: rustle of your shirt as you move, imagining you loosening
Speaker 1: your tie, though one I love to feel wrapped around
Speaker 1: my wrists on other nights. Suddenly your fingers grayze my
Speaker 1: collar bone, father light tracing slow, deliberate path downward toward
Speaker 1: the swell of my breast. My nipples hardened, instantly, aching
Speaker 1: for attention, but you avoid them, circling around the sensitive
Speaker 1: peaks without contact, the near mists, sending sparks of frustration
Speaker 1: and arousal through me. Feel that you whisper, your voice
Speaker 1: felt smooth. How close am I? But not quite there?
Speaker 1: I whimper, the sound escaping before I can stop it,
Speaker 1: and you reward me with the barest brush of my
Speaker 1: thumb over your nipple, gone in an instant, leaving me gasping,
Speaker 1: my body trembling. You kneel behind me now, your chest
Speaker 1: pressing just enough against my back. Then I feel the
Speaker 1: rhythm of your breathing, steadying controlled, while mine is ragged
Speaker 1: and needy. Your hands slide down my sides, palms flat
Speaker 1: but not gripping, skimming over my ribs, my waist, dripping
Speaker 1: toward my hips where the lace pandies sit. I feel
Speaker 1: the warmth of your breath on my neck as you
Speaker 1: nuzzle there, lips hovering, teasing with the promise of a
Speaker 1: kiss that never lands. Instead, you exhale slowly the hot
Speaker 1: air cascading over my skin like a caress, making me squirm.
Speaker 1: Stay still, pet you command, and I freeze every muscle
Speaker 1: taut with effort. Your fingers hook into the waistband of
Speaker 1: my panties, tugging them down ever so slightly, just an inch,
Speaker 1: exposing the top of my mound, but no more. The
Speaker 1: fabric cleans to my tempness, a reminder of how wet
Speaker 1: you've already made me without even trying. You trace the
Speaker 1: edge of the lace with one finger, tip back and forth,
Speaker 1: agonizingly slow, dripping lower each time, but pulling back before
Speaker 1: reaching where I ache most so eager. You tease, your
Speaker 1: voice laced with amusement. I can smell your arousal, feel
Speaker 1: the heat radiating from you. My thighs pressed together involuntarily,
Speaker 1: seeking friction, but you nudge them apart with your knee,
Speaker 1: denying me even the small relief. The teasing intensifies. You
Speaker 1: lean forward, your lips brushed the shell of my ear.
Speaker 1: Imagine my tongue here, you murmur, your fingers circling just
Speaker 1: above my clip. The pressure so light, it's magening. I
Speaker 1: got a whisper of silk against overheated skin. I can
Speaker 1: picture it vividly, the wet heat of your mouth, a
Speaker 1: flick of your tongue, But all I get is the
Speaker 1: ghost of your touch, circling, circling, never quiet, landing. My
Speaker 1: hips buck forward, desperate, and you pull away entirely, leaving
Speaker 1: me whining, my body throbbing with unfuel. Need not yet,
Speaker 1: you say firmly, but there's a promise in your tone
Speaker 1: that makes my pulse quicken. You stand again, and I
Speaker 1: hear your zipper and repants, the sound alone, making my
Speaker 1: mouth water. Your hand returns, this time cupping my breast fully,
Speaker 1: squeezing just hard enough to elicit a moan, your thumb finely,
Speaker 1: finely rolling over my nipple in a slow, deliberate circles.
Speaker 1: But even in this tease, you alternate brush her light,
Speaker 1: then firm, pinching just to the edge of pane, before releasing,
Speaker 1: keeping me on that azure razor sharp precipice bag. For it,
Speaker 1: you command, and I do, my voice breath aim broken. Please, sir,
Speaker 1: touch me. I need you satisfied. You reward me by
Speaker 1: sliding your hand, lower, fingers dipping beneath the lace. At last,
Speaker 1: but still you tease, tracing my folds with the lightest strokes,
Speaker 1: parting them to feel my slickless but avoiding my clit
Speaker 1: the entrance so that for me you growl and I
Speaker 1: feel your hardness pressed against my back through your pants,
Speaker 1: a tantalizing hint of what's to come. Your fingers circle
Speaker 1: my entrance, pressing in just the tip, then with drawing
Speaker 1: over and over, building the egg until I'm trembling tears.
Speaker 1: The blind field that was sensation is exquisite torture, this
Speaker 1: stretch that promises fullness but delivers only emptiness. The slick
Speaker 1: slide of your scann against mine, The way my body
Speaker 1: clinches around nothing, begging for more. Finally, after what feels
Speaker 1: like an eternity of this delicious agony, you untie the blindfold,
Speaker 1: letting it fall away. I blink up at you, meeting
Speaker 1: your intense gaze and your smile, that dominant, knowing smile
Speaker 1: that melts me. Now, My good girl, you say, guiding
Speaker 1: me to the bed, It's time for your reward. As
Speaker 1: you push me back onto the sheets, your body covering mine,
Speaker 1: I surrender, completely lost in your power. You hold over me,
Speaker 1: the submission that makes me feel so alive, so utterly yours,
Speaker 1: so sweet, sweet, tight, my dear guests dream of me
Speaker 1: on my knees, waiting for the next time you decide
Speaker 1: to ruin me.