Embodied desire transcript

Well, toy. I think it's time we had a little discussion about pleasure. About pleasure and desire and infatuation. Of course you're familiar with the pleasure that I can bring you, aren't you? You know how good that can feel. You're used to the arousal, the ecstasy of listening to my voice, of getting lost in the delight in... my service. The delight in my pleasure. The delight in giving me what I desire of you. That's familiar, you're used to that. Of course you are. But sometimes that can be a little abstract, can't it? Sometimes pleasure, well, there's nothing quite like physical is there? Nothing quite like something solid and real. And on that note, I want you... to go ahead and start touching yourself. Wherever feels best. That's right. Right now. Over clothing, under clothing. However makes you feel the best. With a combination of touches and caresses that make you feel wonderful. And you just keep touching while you listen. Of course, you're far too well-trained to c*m, without permission, and you, you wouldn't do that. Unless I say. But you can make yourself nice and h*rny for me. My good toy. While I explain a few things, while I... talk you through some ideas. and you're gonna touch. You're gonna be a good toy for me and touch and get desperate. You're gonna make yourself ache for me, that's right. Good toy. Keep going. Keep touching. And let my words slip in and through and down. Until that touching consumes you. Until it's all that you can focus on, because it feels so good to slip in that pleasure. To let it overwhelm you. To let it fill you. To let it burn inside you. Let that touch draw you down. That repetitive motion. Whatever it is that's feeling the best like that. Let that draw you deep. Along with my words, of course, my words that wrap around you and pull you down that make you feel so good. Good. Good toy. Touching and dropping, melting and sinking for me. Getting lost in it as you stare. As you touch. As that arousal builds for me. I love doing this to you. I love using that pleasure to wrap around you and take you deep. You love it too, don't you? It feels so good. It feels wonderful to get lost in my words like this. That's why. That's why it's feeling so good, isn't it? Yeah. Good toy. As you touch and you watch and you listen. But as I said... physicality. It feels so good to please, to serve, to obey, of course it does. But... There's other things that can turn you on. And as you stare, as you drop, as you listen, as you feel that arousal growing and building through you, I'm wondering, where is it... that you're focusing? You're staring at me? While you touch. With my words wrapping around your mind and filling your thoughts, drifting through you in the most enticing of ways, enthralling you and dragging you deeper, but... where are you looking? Maybe your eyes just move where I tell them, hmm? I wonder. Maybe looking into my eyes. You imagining, staring at me as you are now while I drop you away, keeping such close gaze on my... eyes... that you find them staring right into you, devouring you, feeling you can fall into them. Is it that... feeling of being observed, that I'm looking right at you? It's making your heart beat a little faster, making you a little more h*rny, knowing what I can do to you with a look? Is it my lips? Watching the words that I speak? Wondering what I could do to you with my mouth? Lips on your ear, bringing a shudder from you. Lips brushing against yours, the half promise of a kiss that will enthrall you, drop you, melt you away. Lips on your neck, teeth on your neck. Maybe. Or maybe you're thinking about my lips somewhere else, how they could drive you crazy, tear through you in such a way. Destroy you. In some really pleasurable ways, pleasurable ways that are running through your mind right now. Aren't they? As you touch and you drop. As your mind gets pulled from one idea to the next, from one part of my body to the next, because each thing I suggest, well, that is becoming something you're fixating on, isn't it? Something that's dropping you a little deeper. As I draw you around. Each thing, becomes... well, enthralling. Entrancing. Delightful. Each thing takes you a little deeper. Each thing is something you can't help but notice. As you touch and you tease and you get close and you... wait. Maybe your eyes have gone a little lower. Maybe it's here you're focusing. Eyes on my chest, the way it moves when I do. Wondering what's hidden underneath. Maybe wishing that... your lips could be doing something... Serving, worshipping... pleasing... maybe. Maybe lower. Maybe you can't take your eyes off the curve of my ass, tracing over it, imagining it: kneeling behind me to place a kiss there. Getting such a good view of it as you kneel in your place at my feet. Maybe. Maybe that's where your eyes are drawn, maybe it's that view that's bringing you that pleasure. Is it? Maybe your eyes go lower, over my legs, imagining once more your place at my feet, allowed to grovel, to press your cheek against my leg. Maybe when you've been really good to rut against it. Is that what you're imagining as you touch, these images searing into your mind, infused in... such a potent way with the pleasure that is burning through you right now. Maybe lower still... imagining my feet, picturing them, staring at them, wondering what they'd feel like pressing against you, or as I push them between your lips for you to... pay such good attention to. I wonder... maybe it's something else entirely, hmm? Maybe it's something even more... intimate... that your eyes, your mind fixate on, wondering about serving me in all kinds of ways that you would have to really earn my good toy. But... whatever it is, all those images filling you as you touch and pleasure yourself, all those things about me that turn you on, not just my voice, not just my control, but finding now more than ever... that my body does things to you. The sight of it. The idea of it. The pleasure it brings you so directly. Knowing what I can do to you. Knowing how helpless you are for me. Knowing how much you delight in it. Knowing how good it feels... to worship it, knowing your place. Devoted, enthralled. Helplessly, wonderfully aroused by me. That infatuation growing. Your mind following your eyes as it traces down my body, over my curves, imagining what's hidden, wishing for more. And feeling that pleasure growing, that delight, knowing that just the sight of me will thrill you, even more than it already did, that that there's nothing you can do to escape that now. That you're my h*rny pet, my desperate toy, that it feels so good to be lost in how much you enjoy it. Good toy. That's right. Stop touching. And no, you don't get to c*m. The pleasure you get from... all of this... is reward enough for you for today. So hands off. Shake off that fuzziness, come back to me, toy, wake up. All the way. And yet it's still so hard to look away, isn't it? Are you aching for me? Good. Because I plan to use that against you so very soon. After all, my body's just another tool I can use to fuck you up. And I do so love fucking you up, toy. I'll see you soon.