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I've got a plan for you, toy. I've got something that I want to do to you, something that I want to inflict upon you, something that I want to use to twist you up in some delightful ways. And, well... you want me to have what I want, don't you? You want to serve in that way, to please in that way, to give me what makes me happy. And so, what you're going to give me is your mind. Nice and easy, nice and simple. You're going to give me your mind to tease, to toy with, to melt... and to fill with all sorts of delicious sensations. Good toy, you know how well you can just sink away for me, don't you? How good it feels to drop, to melt, to... mmm... let go. Because I'm going to give you quite the experience, quite the time in my words, in my plans for you. It's going to feel wonderful. Well... It's also going to feel awful and overwhelming and desperate, but... you don't mind that, do you? You love feeling whatever I want to inflict upon you, because that feels so good. And I know you enjoy it when I gift you with pleasure, and there'll certainly be a lot of that, my good toy. So, as you listen, as your mind already starts to blur around the edges, just from hearing my voice leading you down. Oh, good toy. That's it. Keep listening, keep dropping, keep melting. You can start to give to me what I want, what I demand, what I need from you. And that's your mind, your thoughts, your senses. I'm going to craft for you an experience that is going to feel so very real. And all I need from you for that is... everything. That complete surrender to my words, to my will, to my desires for you. So simple, isn't it? So easy, to just melt, to just sink, to just relax, into what I'm telling you. Into what I'm guiding your mind to do. Because as you do sink and open up to me, as you let yourself drift, you find your mind emptying out. Your thoughts slowing and drifting apart. As your eyes close and leave you wonderfully focused on my words, on how they feel filling you up. That means that your sight is something that I can use, that I can give back to you behind those closed eyes. I can tell you what you're seeing. As your body starts to feel distant and floaty, as you start to lose yourself more deeply in this trance, I can give those sensations back to you, tell you what you're feeling, tell you... what sensations are... mmm... expressing themselves through my words. Good toy. And so as you drift, your mind is so... ready to be told what to think, what to feel, what... to experience. And what I want you to experience, well, let's start nice and simple shall we, my sweet pleasing toy? Take a deep breath, and as you let it go, find yourself laying, for me, laying in a nice, comfortable bed. Good. Picture the feel of the sheets beneath you, the sensation of the comforting mattress underneath you, what it feels like to sink into it a little. Define the room you're in warm enough that you don't need to be under those sheets, even as you find yourself stripped, naked, vulnerable and exposed for me as my words drip and drop into your mind as you feel so intensely held in this delightful experience. As you feel... all of those senses are telling you exactly where you are in that bed, laying there for now, enjoying it. But with you in that bed, that means that you're vulnerable, accepting what I give to you, so as I tell you that you can feel me starting to... spread you out a bit. Spread your legs, and buckle a cuff around each ankle. Before you know it, start to tug them out, tie them to the bottom of that bed, feeling that resistance to your movement, imagining what it'll be like to try and close your legs and find that they're stuck in place. That you can't. And doesn't that vulnerability send just a little thrill through you. A little bit of delight, of excitement? Doesn't it feel even better as you feel me capture your wrists in the same way, stealing your arms away from you until you're spread, tied down. Feel free to pull against those ropes. To tug, to feel how spread you are. Your arms to the top of the bed, your legs to the bottom all spread out, leaving you pinned in place, vulnerable to me, leaving you so deliciously exposed. Feeling so good, so... horny. At being so wonderfully vulnerable. Feel free to struggle a little, to wriggle, to test the limits of those bonds and find them so secure. Find yourself held perfectly in place, not going anywhere. Can't even reach where I've tied those ropes off. Feeling so comfortable though, in this lovely bed. Do you stay comfortable as you feel me trace my fingers up your leg? Or do you start to squirm in anticipation? Maybe a bit of nervousness. Your body responding to my touch, as of course it must, because my touch is so potent, so intense, it makes you feel so good. As I trail my fingers up your thigh... mmm, how does your skin respond? Feeling so sensitive. Do you shiver? Do you bite your lip? Do you buck your hips? Maybe even unconsciously trying to squirm that so sensitive part of you closer to my touch? Mmm, whatever it is, it doesn't matter because you can't escape my touch. You can just feel me caressing you, working my hands over you, making you feel good. My good toy. Doing such a good job as I touch and tease as my hands move a little higher right to that junction between your thighs and your hips. Teasing there. I know that you'd like me to touch you properly, wouldn't you? To feel, as you do now, one single finger trailing so softly, so gently, so slowly between your legs. Just once. How did that feel? Did you gasp? Did you moan? As I trail my finger once more up between your legs. How does that feel? Can you keep still? Do you even want to try? Or does it feel better to tug against those bonds as my hand starts to truly tease you, slipping between your legs and touching and teasing, in whatever way drives you the wildest. Because I'm inside your head, I know exactly how to touch you. Exactly what's going to make you desperate. As you realise that the nerves you were feeling earlier really weren't appropriate because this just feels so good. What's there possibly to be nervous about? About letting me have my way with you, letting me touch and enjoy you, feeling that delicious pleasure that comes from my hand. So much more intense than the pleasure you would normally feel because it's me. It's my control, laced through every sensation as I move my hand. Trail my fingers, touch you and tease you towards... utter desperation. Because as I said, I know exactly how to touch you, I'm not going to be so careless as to make you c*m. Of course not. So as you feel my fingers trailing over your body, teasing between your legs, oh, my good toy, all you can do is take it. As I drive you wild. As I take what I want from you. As my touch gets more intense, more... demanding on your attention, as every single second drives you wilder, with my hand touching... in every way that makes you feel amazing. Finding my touch, my skill with your body even better than your own. Knowing every point to touch, to tease, to rub, that makes you feel the best. Because your body's mine to play with, of course it is. And so you take what you're given, you delight in it, my good toy, it feels so good. And so as my touch drives you wild, as you start to find yourself approaching that edge, maybe you're there already, maybe you're just still enjoying that beautiful climb towards it, whatever it is, you're doing so well. I'm loving drawing this from you, the noises you make, the reactions you give me, the movements you... can't make as you desperately tug against those restraints. Knowing that I can take my time teasing you up, making you feel so good. My fingers feeling wonderful as you get closer and closer to that edge. My other hand roaming over your body, over your chest, making you feel wonderful. I can play your body like an instrument. Drawing out from you the most beautiful sounds, the most wonderful resonances. Making you feel delicious with the slightest caress, and what I'm giving you now is so much more than a slight caress. My good toy, what I'm giving you now is my undivided attention, what I'm giving you now is every touch designed to drive you crazy, to make you quiver, to make you ache, to make you whimper, and beg, and leak, and ache. Good toy, and as you reach that edge as I hold you there perfectly, quivering, you know that this is all I'm giving you. That this helplessness, this edge, this desperate need, this complete lack of relief is exactly what I want from you, is exactly what I desire to give to you, and therefore there's a part of you even as, maybe, some of you is wishing for that org*sm, a larger part, a greater part, the more important part is exulting in the denial, is delighting in your lack of relief, because it's what I want. And pleasing me is better than any org*sm, is better than any other pleasure, and so as you feel me touch you in the ways that drive you crazy, as you feel yourself held impossibly close to an org*sm, that if you could only reach down you could give yourself, but you can't... it's perfect. Held there quivering in my words. Shuddering, mewling, begging. Are you begging for more, are you begging to stop, are you begging for org*sm, it doesn't matter, I don't care, I'm taking what I want from you, and you cannot help but give it to me in every way that I desire. My helpless, tied thing as I drive you closer, as I hold you there, my hands... the most perfect instruments of pleasure. You know that when this ends you'll be left desperate and aching, the most intense edge you've ever experienced. Because it comes from me. My good toy. And so in a moment I'm going to count you down, and when I reach one, you're going to find that the bonds fade away, you are back in your body, you're back in your mind, and as I reach one, as you snap back into reality, that edge fades, and you're left panting, gasping for real as it fades away and leaves you aching... and so grateful to have pleased me. As you return to yourself, as that edge... falls away, as you know that when I reach one, that edge will cut off, my fingers, those ropes, those cuffs gone entirely, leaving you with that frustration to deal with as I count you down. But first let's start to build that back up one last time, as you feel my fingers touching and teasing, feeling better and better as you feel my other hand roaming over you, making you feel the best you possibly can, every touch driving you crazy, every touch more pleasure than you could possibly hold and yet less than you need. But of course it's exactly what you need, because what you need is to be on that edge, to be held there perfectly, more and more intense, my touch getting better and better and better, as it builds and builds and builds until it finally comes apart in five and four and three and two and one! Welcome back, toy. You've done well. I hope you enjoy that frustration. Because I don't want you doing anything about it for the rest of the day at the very least. Good toy. Make me proud.