Speaker 1: Hello, and welcome back to Dear Nikki podcast Live, where
Speaker 1: we dive deep into tantalizing world of desires, edges, and
Speaker 1: everything in between. Today's episode is all about the listener
Speaker 1: edging tales, those delicious stories of holding back, building tension,
Speaker 1: and what finally pushes you over the brink. We've got
Speaker 1: some very steamy submissions. They'll have you on the edge
Speaker 1: of your seat literally on today's show. Imagine edging for
Speaker 1: over two hours while tied to a chair, every vibration
Speaker 1: from the toy bringing you closer, but it's a single
Speaker 1: whisper word that shatters you. Resolve a solo session that
Speaker 1: stretches into the night, lasting three agonigazing hours, intil an
Speaker 1: unexpected memory, floods in and bricks the damp, and a
Speaker 1: public dair with a partner watching via video holding out
Speaker 1: for ninety minutes, and a teasing text only to crumble
Speaker 1: when a stranger's glance hits just right. Stick around because
Speaker 1: we're unpacking these and so so much more so, my
Speaker 1: dear listeners. Today's question is all about edging. What's the
Speaker 1: longest you've ever edged? What's the one thing that finally
Speaker 1: made you lose control? I want to hear your stories.
Speaker 1: Keep them detailed and very raw, of course, and are
Speaker 1: open ended chat. How does the build up of edging
Speaker 1: change your fantasy's mid session? What unexpected thoughts creep in
Speaker 1: when you're right on that edge? Share your experiences with
Speaker 1: me here live in the chat, or you can always
Speaker 1: email me at dear Nikki dot com on the Confession
Speaker 1: stab or Perriett DM me over here on Discord, or
Speaker 1: you can email me at Nikki and Ikky at Dearniki
Speaker 1: dot com. And I can't wait to feature them on
Speaker 1: future episodes. And before we dive into those fool stories,
Speaker 1: here's a riddle to keep your mind occupied. I'll reveal
Speaker 1: the answer as always at the end of the show.
Speaker 1: What's long and hard it gets shoved in, tight, makes
Speaker 1: you moan when it's pulled out, and leaves you satisfied
Speaker 1: and dripping. Think really close on that one, and again
Speaker 1: the answer will be at the end of the show.
Speaker 1: You know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax.
Speaker 1: Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
Speaker 1: and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
Speaker 1: and me. Dear Nikki, I need to confess something that's
Speaker 1: film makes my cheeks burn and my pulse race just
Speaker 1: thinking about it. I've always craved the sharp, exquisite edge
Speaker 1: of denial, the way it turns every nerve into fire,
Speaker 1: the way it strips away control, and I'm nothing but need.
Speaker 1: But last weekend I went further than ever thought my
Speaker 1: body could handle. And what finally shattered me was in
Speaker 1: pain or over stimulation. It was her voice calling me
Speaker 1: good boy. It started innocently enough, or as innocent as
Speaker 1: these things ever get between us, A playful bent over
Speaker 1: the dinner, she edged me for as long as I
Speaker 1: could stand, no release aloud, until I literally begged for mercy.
Speaker 1: I laughed and said I'd last for hours. She just
Speaker 1: smiled that slow, knowing smile and told me to strip.
Speaker 1: We moved to the bedroom, soft leather coughs around my
Speaker 1: wrist and ankle, securing me. Spread eagle to the bed.
Speaker 1: A vibrating pug nestled deep inside to set the maddening below,
Speaker 1: constant buzz that never quite built, but it never let
Speaker 1: me forget it was there. Blindfold optional, I chose to
Speaker 1: keep my eyes open so I could watch her. She
Speaker 1: started slow, featherlight touches with actual feathers along my inner thighs,
Speaker 1: the soles that stole my feet, the scensitive skin under
Speaker 1: my arms, the nice cubes trailing melting paths across my chest,
Speaker 1: my nibbles down my stomach, circling but never quite touching
Speaker 1: where I ate most. The contrast of cold and the
Speaker 1: steady internal hum had me gasping within minutes. Thirty minutes in,
Speaker 1: I was already straining hips, lifting uselessly against nothing. An
Speaker 1: hour passed and I was drenched in sweat, muscles quivering,
Speaker 1: every breath shallow until de liberate as I tried to
Speaker 1: focus on the ceiling, van on counting backwards, on anything
Speaker 1: except the throbbing, desperate pressure building between my legs. At
Speaker 1: the ninety minute mark, I started whimpering, small, broken words,
Speaker 1: sounds I couldn't hold back. She kissed my forehead, whispered
Speaker 1: how beautiful I look like this? So racked and still fighting,
Speaker 1: That only made it worse. Two hours, two hours of
Speaker 1: relentless teasing, denial. My whole body felt like one exposed nerve.
Speaker 1: The plug's vibrations seemed louder in my ears than my
Speaker 1: own heart beat. I was trembling so hard, the cuffs
Speaker 1: creaked against the headboard. I kept whispering, not yet, not yet,
Speaker 1: through clinched teeth, determined to win the bet, as tears
Speaker 1: pricked my eyes from the intensity. And then she broke
Speaker 1: me with four simple words. She leaned down, her lips,
Speaker 1: brushing the shell of my ear, her breath hot and
Speaker 1: steady against my skin. Good boy, that's all. It took,
Speaker 1: No extra touch, no sudden increase of vibration, just those
Speaker 1: two little words in her soft, proud voice. My entire
Speaker 1: body seized. I arched so hard the restraints bitten to
Speaker 1: my wrist. The raw guttural sound tore out of me
Speaker 1: as I came harder than I ever had in my life.
Speaker 1: Wave after shattering wave whimpered through me without any direct contact.
Speaker 1: It fell endless, like my orgasm had been coiled for hours,
Speaker 1: and finally snapped free all at once. I think I
Speaker 1: blacked out for a second, floating in the white, hot pleasure.
Speaker 1: When I came back to myself, she was stroking my hair,
Speaker 1: murmuring praise while she gently removed the plug and uncuffed me.
Speaker 1: I was shaking over, sensitive, completely spent, and I've never
Speaker 1: felt more owned, more seen more hers I lost the
Speaker 1: bet spectac early, but honestly, I don't think I've ever
Speaker 1: won so completely. I still get hard just remembering her
Speaker 1: saying good boy, two words that ruined me in the
Speaker 1: best possible way. Do you think I'm hopeless for wanting
Speaker 1: to chase the edge again? Already You're in delicious shame,
Speaker 1: your devoted edge boy. Well, hello, David Nicer, you show up.
Speaker 1: I couldn't any wanna. It was in good rhythm, in
Speaker 1: more wisdom, woe? How are you tonight? This is where
Speaker 1: you can type to me and say, I, I'm wondering
Speaker 1: with this story? What made you know with with him?
Speaker 1: What made good boy the trigger word for you? Was
Speaker 1: it the way she said it or what? Sometimes when
Speaker 1: somebody is whispering in your ear, it doesn't really matter
Speaker 1: what they say. It could be how they say it. Somebody,
Speaker 1: I mean, somebody come once just by saying cucumber. I
Speaker 1: have no idea why, hmm to bad. They're not around
Speaker 1: for me to ask, right. Have you ever had a
Speaker 1: non physical cue snap you control, one that makes you
Speaker 1: horny or just come really hard? I really want to know,
Speaker 1: dear Nikki. I have to tell you before my memory
Speaker 1: fades anymore, It's still so vivid. It makes my skin
Speaker 1: tingle and my throat tight. Sellow edging has always been
Speaker 1: my secret reset button, the one thing that reliably melts
Speaker 1: the day's stress into something hot and manageable. But that
Speaker 1: night I turn it into something else, entirely, a marathon,
Speaker 1: a test, maybe even quiet kind of reckoning. I set
Speaker 1: the scene just right, dim lights, glowing soft amber from
Speaker 1: the bedside lamp, my favorite slow burned playlist, humming low
Speaker 1: through the speakers, those deep bass lines that vibrate right
Speaker 1: through the mattress, a fresh bottle of lube warming in
Speaker 1: my palm, my go to sleeve toy, slick and waiting,
Speaker 1: plus a small vibrating ring. Sometimes I forget I own
Speaker 1: until the mood hits. I started easy, teasing myself with
Speaker 1: lazy strokes, letting the bill to creep in like slow
Speaker 1: rising heat, pause right at the brink, breathe, count to ten,
Speaker 1: and start again. Classic. An hour slipped by, almost without
Speaker 1: me noticing. I was deep in that floaty haze head
Speaker 1: space where time dissolves and everything narrows to a sensation's
Speaker 1: slit guide the tightening coil low in my belly, the
Speaker 1: way my thigh's tints and release. Phantasies drifted through my
Speaker 1: mind like smoke, strangers, hands, forbidden scenarios, rougher edges I
Speaker 1: never quite chased in her life. My breathing sinked with
Speaker 1: the music, slow and deliberate. Two hours in. My legs
Speaker 1: were trembling uncontrollably. Every edge hit harder, sharper, like walking
Speaker 1: a tight rope, higher and higher. My whole body felt electric,
Speaker 1: over sensitive, even in the brush of sheets against my
Speaker 1: skin was almost too much. I kept stopping, gripping the bass,
Speaker 1: whispering not yet to myself like a mantra. Sweat beaded
Speaker 1: on my chest, my hair stuck to my forehead. I
Speaker 1: was so close to breaking a dozen times, but I
Speaker 1: pushed through, chasing that impossible high of holding on longer.
Speaker 1: Three hours, three full hours of relentless, self inflicted denial.
Speaker 1: My mind was foggy, thoughts fragmenting. My hand moved on
Speaker 1: the autopilot, now slower, more careful, because any speed would
Speaker 1: end it instantly. I was shaking, aching, begging myself to
Speaker 1: silently stop, but I couldn't, wouldn't, And then out of nowhere,
Speaker 1: a memory crashed in her laugh. My axes, laugh sobed, teasing,
Speaker 1: a little mocking in that way that always made my
Speaker 1: stomach flip. I could hear it so clearly. She was
Speaker 1: right there in the room, leaving on to my shoulder,
Speaker 1: watching me struggle and finding it endlessly amusing, still holding out. Huh.
Speaker 1: I imagine her saying, voice low and playful. That sound
Speaker 1: unlocked something, a rush of old longing, regret, affection, frustration,
Speaker 1: all tangled up emotions I thought I'd neatly filed away
Speaker 1: years ago. It hit like a damn break. I couldn't
Speaker 1: stop it. One more stroke, maybe two, and I was gone.
Speaker 1: The orgasm tore through me in a violent, shuddering rust,
Speaker 1: stronger and longer than anything I'd felt in months. My
Speaker 1: back art off the bed, toes curling, a choked sound
Speaker 1: ripping out of my throat. Wave after wave kept coming,
Speaker 1: leaving me gasping, trembling, tears prickling at the corner of
Speaker 1: my eyes. Not from pain, from the sudden, overwhelming flood
Speaker 1: of feeling relief, yes, but also raw, bittersweet ache for
Speaker 1: something else. When it finally ebbed, I just lay there,
Speaker 1: sticky and spent, staring at the ceiling while my heart
Speaker 1: beat hammered in my ears. The playlist had looped back
Speaker 1: to the first song. The room smelled like lube and
Speaker 1: sweat and something faintly of nostalgia. I felt lighter somehow,
Speaker 1: but also strangely emotional, like I'd accidentally unlocked a door
Speaker 1: I didn't know was there. Solo sessions are supposed to
Speaker 1: be simple stress relief. That night prove there never really,
Speaker 1: just that. I haven't edged since without hearing that laugh
Speaker 1: flicker through my head at least once. It makes me
Speaker 1: wonder if I'll ever manage another three hour run, or
Speaker 1: if part of me doesn't want to because of breaking
Speaker 1: was so perfect? Do you ever get ambushed by old
Speaker 1: memories like that during your own sessions? Or am I
Speaker 1: the only one who turns self pleasure into accidental therapy?
Speaker 1: Still catching my breath your marathon edge? Mess? Are you there? David? Oh?
Speaker 1: We have another one? Hello? Cassie? Oh we did Hello? Yeah?
Speaker 1: Mine is good girl. When I think of that, when
Speaker 1: I go back to my edging or masturbation fantasies, it's
Speaker 1: there's something about just you know, and I can hear
Speaker 1: his voice Claire's day, and it's one of those Typically,
Speaker 1: if I'm not two wound and frustrated. I can flip
Speaker 1: too if I want to come and I do hear
Speaker 1: his voice? Yeah, what about you? Is there anything in
Speaker 1: past memory, very past, or even recently that bring up
Speaker 1: unexpected things for you? I'd really like to hear it,
Speaker 1: dear NICKI, my partner nor I have always gotten off
Speaker 1: on pushing boundaries, especially when the risk is involved, the
Speaker 1: thrill of almost getting caught the sheep, the secret shared
Speaker 1: between us while the world goes on oblivious. It's intoxicating.
Speaker 1: So when we decided to take Edging public, it felt
Speaker 1: like the natural flat next level. We picked a Friday
Speaker 1: night out dinner and our favorite dimly lit Italian place,
Speaker 1: then a leisurely walk through the crowd park down town
Speaker 1: where everyone spills out after dark. I wore a sleek,
Speaker 1: remote controlled vibe tucks securely inside the kind with the
Speaker 1: strong silent motors and an app that lets them control
Speaker 1: every pulse pattern an intensity from their phone. No visibolge,
Speaker 1: no tail tale buzz audible over the conversation, just pure
Speaker 1: hidden torment. They started gentle during appetizers, low teasing rumbles
Speaker 1: that made me shift in my seat, and for smiles
Speaker 1: while ordering by the time our manes arrived, they were
Speaker 1: ramping it up at unpredictable intervals, short bursts that had
Speaker 1: me gripping the edge of the table, thighs clenched, pretending
Speaker 1: to be fascinated by the wine list. I could feel
Speaker 1: the heat building, the ache spreading, but I kept my
Speaker 1: voice steady, laughing at their jokes, nodding through small talk
Speaker 1: like nothing was happening. Ninety minutes in total, ninety minutes
Speaker 1: of constant, secret edging while surrounded by strangers. The park
Speaker 1: walk was real test, crowds milling around under the string lights,
Speaker 1: people brushing past, music drifting from somewhere. Every time the
Speaker 1: vibe kicked up, I'd freeze midstep, bite the inside of
Speaker 1: my cheek, force my hips to stay still while my
Speaker 1: mind screamed, not here, not now. They loved watch me
Speaker 1: try to act normal, text me little encouragements, You're doing
Speaker 1: so well, baby, Right as they cranked it higher. What
Speaker 1: finally broke me wasn't the intensity alone. It was at
Speaker 1: a bar afterwards, we stopped for one last drink before
Speaker 1: heading home. The place was packed, low lights, chatter everywhere.
Speaker 1: They had the vibe on steady building climb, the kind
Speaker 1: that makes your toes curl and your vision blur at
Speaker 1: the edges. I was perched on a stool trying to
Speaker 1: sip my cocktail without trembling, when a stranger at the
Speaker 1: other end of the bar looked up. It's just a
Speaker 1: casual glance, innocent, maybe curious, maybe nothing at all. Our
Speaker 1: eyes locked for maybe three seconds, long enough for the
Speaker 1: vibe to hit its peak. Right then, in that hyper aroused,
Speaker 1: paranoid haze, it felt like they knew, like they could
Speaker 1: see right through me. The flush on my cheeks, the
Speaker 1: way my breath hitched, the subtle rock of my hips.
Speaker 1: I couldn't quite stop exposure. Panic slammed into the thrill
Speaker 1: like a freight train. Fear of being read, shame, excitement,
Speaker 1: all crashing together. I muttered something about the bathroom and
Speaker 1: bolted the stall. Door barely locked before I was gasping,
Speaker 1: hand pressed between my legs over my clothes. Riding the
Speaker 1: last brutal wave they sent through the app I came
Speaker 1: so hard my knees buckled, silent but shattering, biting my
Speaker 1: lip bloody to stay quiet while my whole body convulsed
Speaker 1: against the wall. It was over in seconds, but it
Speaker 1: felt like forever. When I finally caught my breath and
Speaker 1: fixed my hair in the mirror, I looked wrecked pupils,
Speaker 1: blown lips swollen, a secret smile I couldn't wipe off.
Speaker 1: They were waiting outside with that smug, proud grin. You
Speaker 1: less and longer than I thought you would. They whispered,
Speaker 1: kissing my timble, my bray feilthy girl. We barely made
Speaker 1: it home before I Round two started with the public risk,
Speaker 1: this time, but twice as intense. We both knew exactly
Speaker 1: how close we come getting caught. I can't stop thinking
Speaker 1: about how the stranger's eyes harmless, probably, but in the moment,
Speaker 1: it was everything. Do you and your partner ever play
Speaker 1: with public edges like that? Or does the idea alone
Speaker 1: make your pulse race? I'm still buzzing from this memory.
Speaker 1: You're secretly shattered exhibitionist. Well, hello there, Hello? Is it Jimmer?
Speaker 1: You can I don't know when you walked in. I
Speaker 1: kind of block everything off. Oh there you went, Oh
Speaker 1: there you are. You can type to me, I don't
Speaker 1: know when you walked in because that part of my
Speaker 1: screen up block it. Have you ever done anything edging
Speaker 1: in public with an app with somebody else. I haven't.
Speaker 1: I don't have good luck with the ones of the
Speaker 1: app they because I do get really wet. I'm scared
Speaker 1: to death, like I'd have to be wearing like pants,
Speaker 1: like I don't know, the hugging pants are like leggings,
Speaker 1: maybe so it wouldn't fall out. I think I've said
Speaker 1: that before. Oh shoot tear Niki. Last month, I went
Speaker 1: to this hypnosis show at a little town theater downtown,
Speaker 1: mostly out of curiosity because a friend dragged me along.
Speaker 1: I figured it'd be some cheesy stage tricks, maybe a
Speaker 1: few people clucking like chickens for laughs. I had no
Speaker 1: idea how it actually hit me. The hypnosis walked out
Speaker 1: and she wasn't at all what I expected. She was
Speaker 1: this young, beautiful woman in probably her mid twenties, long
Speaker 1: dark hair, this calm, confident smile that made the whole
Speaker 1: room quiet down instantly. Her voice gut Her voice was
Speaker 1: low and velvety, almost liquid, the kind of sensual tone
Speaker 1: that feels like it's brushing right against your skin. Not loud,
Speaker 1: not dramatic, just intimate. It was like she was speaking
Speaker 1: directly to the deepest part of you. She started the
Speaker 1: introduction the usually guiding us to breathe slow, let our
Speaker 1: bodies get heavy, picture a warm light washing over us.
Speaker 1: But the way she said every word made it feel different, soothing, encouraging.
Speaker 1: She kept telling us to relax deeper, to let go
Speaker 1: of tension, to open ourselves up to our real dreams
Speaker 1: and desires. You deserve to feel everything you've been holding back,
Speaker 1: she purred. Let those secret wants rise up. Feel how
Speaker 1: good it is to want. Every sentence had this gentle,
Speaker 1: rolling sensuality that wasn't overtly sexual, but still made heat
Speaker 1: pull low in my stomach. The more she spoke, the
Speaker 1: more impossible it became to ignore what was happening in
Speaker 1: my body. My heart was thudding, my breathing had changed,
Speaker 1: and yet I was getting harder. Not dramatically, not enough
Speaker 1: for anyone to notice, I hope, but steadily, insistently, like
Speaker 1: her voice itself was stroking me. She wasn't trying to
Speaker 1: turn us on. She was just being herself, guiding us
Speaker 1: toward freedom and pleasure in the most innocent way, And
Speaker 1: somehow that made it even more intense. Every soft deeper,
Speaker 1: that's right, just like that, sent another pulse straight through me.
Speaker 1: We did a few silly suggestions. After that, some people danced.
Speaker 1: One guy pretended he was a famous singer, but I
Speaker 1: barely registered any of it. I was still floating in
Speaker 1: the echo of her voice, still feeling that slow, liquid
Speaker 1: warmth she poured into us. When the show finally ended,
Speaker 1: I walked out into the cool night air, I felt dazed.
Speaker 1: I went home, replaying every single word she said, her
Speaker 1: smooth cadence looping in my head like a private recording.
Speaker 1: By the time I got inside and locked the door,
Speaker 1: it was past midnight. I didn't even turn on the lights,
Speaker 1: just dropped onto the couch, still hearing her reach for
Speaker 1: your dreams, let your desires guide you. Feel how good
Speaker 1: it is. That voice was still so clear, so deep
Speaker 1: inside my mind. My hand moved almost on its own.
Speaker 1: I was already aching, still half trapped in that dreamy,
Speaker 1: relaxed state she'd left me in. It didn't take long.
Speaker 1: A few slow strokes while her words kept playing, soft, sensual, encouraging,
Speaker 1: and I came hard, shuddering, her voice rapping around the
Speaker 1: release like she was still right there, telling me it
Speaker 1: was okay to feel this good. I lay there after
Speaker 1: in the dark, catching my breath, smiling a little, how
Speaker 1: ridiculous and perfect it all felt just a hypnosis show,
Speaker 1: just a voice, and somehow it turned into one of
Speaker 1: the hottest nights I've ever had in a long time.
Speaker 1: Thanks for letting me confess. I still hear her sometimes
Speaker 1: when things get quiet. A hypnosis show became accidental foreplay
Speaker 1: thanks to that velvety voice to give you permission to
Speaker 1: feel everything innocent words, secret arousal, in private release. I
Speaker 1: really loved it. Here's the thing. Has her voice still
Speaker 1: triggered you since? Or is it a one time per memory?
Speaker 1: And ladies and gents has a non sexual voice? Hypnotist
Speaker 1: ASMR et cetera, ever unexpectedly turns you on what's your
Speaker 1: most innocent trigger? You know, I think I'm when I
Speaker 1: think of ASMR and stuff like that. I think of
Speaker 1: some of the big Oh did you can you hear me? Now?
Speaker 1: If you can hear me, there's like a bubble in
Speaker 1: the top left hand corner, you should be able to
Speaker 1: type to me. So what we learned so far, The
Speaker 1: body can draw far more denial than most people believe
Speaker 1: ours even when will power, distraction or sheer stubbornness holds.
Speaker 1: But the mind is a real weak point. Physical limits
Speaker 1: are flexible and psychological ones are razor sharp. The breaking
Speaker 1: point is almost never more stimulation. It's always something softer, weirder,
Speaker 1: more intimate, intimate praise, memory, eye contact, a laughed or
Speaker 1: a perceived secret exposed. Edging isn't really about the orgasm.
Speaker 1: It's about writing, vulnerability, flirting with a loss of control,
Speaker 1: and finding out what hidden key actually unlocks for you.
Speaker 1: And an unsensual voice in innocent hypnosis can spark a
Speaker 1: secret arousal in public, then trigger a powerful voice guided
Speaker 1: release later. Proving tone and permission alone can be incredibly erotic,
Speaker 1: even without explicit intent. Sometimes the mind edges itself on
Speaker 1: nothing but a memory and a velvet whisper. And now
Speaker 1: you're going to know the answer to the riddle that
Speaker 1: brings us to the riddle. So I guess you'll get
Speaker 1: to hear it. It's never the hand the toy I
Speaker 1: thought I did it. What's long and hard, shoved and tight,
Speaker 1: makes you moan when it's pulled out and leaves you
Speaker 1: satisfied and dripping. It's a straw in the thick milkshake.
Speaker 1: That's what this one was. I didn't really get it.
Speaker 1: So this hypnosis is for I have to put a
Speaker 1: warning here because it is an erotic hypnosis. It's for
Speaker 1: audio entertainment and central fantasy exploration. Just to let you know, Okay,
Speaker 1: I've lost my spot because you hear who cut me
Speaker 1: all blushing? You're my first woman, by the way, I
Speaker 1: think you're a woman. That's what you're showing me here,
Speaker 1: is that you. Oh, we see, you're my first girl.
Speaker 1: I'm having a lady's night. I'm blushing. If you're in
Speaker 1: a safe, private space right now and you're ready to
Speaker 1: surrender to the edge, I want you to close your
Speaker 1: eyes gently and let the world outside fade away, and
Speaker 1: tell it's just my voice, smooth and steady, wrapping around
Speaker 1: you like warm silk. Take a slow, deep breath through
Speaker 1: your nose, hold it for a moment, and exhale long
Speaker 1: and slow through your mouth. Fill your body, sink a
Speaker 1: little deeper into the surface beneath you with every out
Speaker 1: breath and another breath in deeper, this time filling your
Speaker 1: lungs completely. Hold and release, letting any tension in your
Speaker 1: shoulders melt away like ice under sunlight. One more in
Speaker 1: hold out. Each breath carries you further down, further in
Speaker 1: into a private little world we're building together. Now, bring
Speaker 1: attention to your toes, notice them if you like, and
Speaker 1: let them relax you completely. A warm golden light starting there,
Speaker 1: soft and tingly, spreading upward, the light moves into your feet,
Speaker 1: relaxing every tiny muscle, then your calves softening, loosening your
Speaker 1: knees and locking thighs heavy and open, parting just enough
Speaker 1: to invite sensation up through your hips, your core beginning
Speaker 1: to tingle with anticipation, your belly softening, your chest, rising
Speaker 1: and falling easily, shoulders dropping, arms heavy at your sides
Speaker 1: or resting wherever feels natural, neck releasing, jaw, loosening, forehead, smoothing, scalp, tingling.
Speaker 1: As the warm light envelopes you with your whole body.
Speaker 1: You're safe here, floating, relaxed and ready, just a little
Speaker 1: aroused by the sound of my voice guiding you. Keep breathing,
Speaker 1: slow and even in for four counts, hold gently out
Speaker 1: for sex. Fill the rhythm, sinking with the slow pulsing
Speaker 1: building between your legs. When you're ready, let one hand
Speaker 1: drift down lightly, no rush, Just trace your finger tips
Speaker 1: over your skin, over the fabric. If you're still clothed,
Speaker 1: or bear if you stripped away the layers, feel the
Speaker 1: warmth there already. Start touching yourself slowly, lightly, circling that
Speaker 1: most sensitive spot with feather soft strokes, no pressure yet,
Speaker 1: just teasing, awakening. Each circle pulls you deeper into a trance.
Speaker 1: My words caress you like an invisible fingers. Your mind quiets,
Speaker 1: thoughts drift away like smoke, leaving only sensation, only obedience
Speaker 1: to the edge. Were chasing deeper. Now let your strokes
Speaker 1: grow a little firmer, a little longer, building that sweet,
Speaker 1: aching pressure. Feel a coil low in your belly, tightening
Speaker 1: and bagging, but not yet, just before the edge, hands
Speaker 1: off or slow to the barest, whisper contact and hold there.
Speaker 1: Count to ten in your head, slowly one, feel the throb, two,
Speaker 1: the desperate pulse. In three, your whole body humming. Up
Speaker 1: to ten. Good, so very good. Now build again, faster
Speaker 1: this time. Imagine my breath against your ear, my voice
Speaker 1: whispering every filthy encouragement stroke circle, Squeeze it. If it
Speaker 1: feels right, Let the pleasure climb higher, muscles clenching hips
Speaker 1: lifting instinctively. Edge closer for me, so very very close.
Speaker 1: Fill that brink shimmering. Just ahead and pull back, hands away,
Speaker 1: bray through it, let the ink settle, throb, remind you
Speaker 1: how perfectly controlled you are. Right now, repeat with me
Speaker 1: in your mind. Touch, build, deny, Touch, build and deny
Speaker 1: deeper into the hypnosis with every circle, mind foggy with desire,
Speaker 1: body electric will, softening, surrendering, craving only the next command,
Speaker 1: one more beautiful cycle. Stroke firmly, now, steady, rhythm, chasing
Speaker 1: that pink, hold right at the brink, Breathe deep, feel
Speaker 1: every nerve singing, and now, on my account, when I
Speaker 1: reach one, you have my permission to let go completely.
Speaker 1: Three muscles tightening, pleasure, painking, two so close, so very ready.
Speaker 1: In one release, let it crash over you, wave after wave, shuddering, pulsing,
Speaker 1: washing through every inch of you. Ride it out, moan
Speaker 1: if you need to let it all go beautiful when
Speaker 1: the aftershocks fade, When your breathing steadies, slowly, bring your
Speaker 1: awareness back, Wiggle your fingers and toes, feel the surface
Speaker 1: beneath you. Take a final deep breath, and open your
Speaker 1: eyes when you're ready. Welcome back, sweet thing. I want
Speaker 1: to thank you for trusting me with your edging tonight
Speaker 1: If you took a part, you did so perfectly Until
Speaker 1: the next time we play, Reset and hydrate and know
Speaker 1: you're always welcome back here.