Good job babe, you found my little surprise for you! I know you’re probably missing me like crazy right now, I am completely irresistible after all. *giggle* so I left this gift for you. I knew you’d find it. A little recording so you don’t get up to any mischief while I’m away.

It’s just a… a fantasy. Something I’ve been thinking about for a while that maybe we can try out when I get home. If you enjoy yourself.

You don’t even have to do anything really, just find a cosy spot. Maybe our bed… and keep listening. If you’re not in a spot like that yet go get cosy ok?

Because I did my best with this. I know it’s not something normal like leaving you a treat in the cupboard or something but… I want you! And I miss feeling you and I wanted to do this for ages.

So you’re wondering what it is. Of course you are, my curious thing. It’s a little, well, it’s something kinky I wanted to do with you. A little hypnosis. I know you like that stuff, and I like it too! It’s fun, it’s hot… and it’s a nice way I can play with you when I’m on the other side of the world.

Now you’re cosy and comfy, you can listen and let me take the lead ok? And even better, I’ve set this up to loop for you, so you can just keep listening. You don’t have to do a thing, you’ll be with my voice for as long as you want.

Ready baby? I have to admit, I’m a little nervous because… well… you’re not here and I’m just talking to a microphone. It’s kinda… weird. But it’s ok, I’ll make sure I at least try to sound sexy so it’s fun for you ok?

Let’s start now.

Relax and listen.

Just listen ok? You’ve always been a great listener with me.

And I want you to just notice how my voice sounds now. How it’s slowing down just a little, softening a touch. I’m not in a hurry, and you shouldn’t be either.

You don’t even have to focus too hard. It’s not that important. I kinda just want you getting lost in my voice a little bit ok? You can do that, I know you can. I know how you look at me. All adoring and cute. I love it.

So if you want to relax and close your eyes, you can. If you want to keep them open, that’s fine too. I don’t mind. I just want you to let me speak.

And when you’re listening calmly to someone talk you might notice you change a tiny teeny bit.

Your breathing changes on its own. You notice, maybe, an inhale taking a touch longer than usual. Or an exhale feeling long and drawn out.

That’s just you slowing down and focusing on the moment with me. You don’t need to worry about the pace of it, or matching anything. I’m not there, how could you even do that?

But I’ll keep the rhythm, the insistent rhythm of my soft voice. The one you love hearing in your ears.

It’s nice, isn’t it? You not having to decide anything. You just have to listen and relax. I’ll do the decision making for a little while. You just follow. Letting me talk you through this lovely, soft moment we’re sharing.

Even if I’m not right there with you, we’re still together in the moment.

And I like that. I like that I can be with you this way. You like it too. I know you do. I knew you’d enjoy this surprise.

And I know you’re going to enjoy it even more if you keep listening.

Now you should notice my voice for a moment. Really notice. If you’ve never truly paid attention, do it now.

Do you hear the pitch of it? How it’s not too deep, but not too high? Just a soft tone, soothing.

And the pace. I’m talking slowly for me, but not that slow, not a slow hypnotic whisper but an insistent drum beat of mesmerising words.

It’s like how I speak when I’m excited. When I’m telling you about my day or something fun that happened.

But a little slower. A little softer. More gentle.

Can you hear the slight waver in my tone, the tiny hint of nervousness to do this, hoping you’ll love it?

Do you notice the vibrations of my voice? How they move? How they bounce into your mind softly and slowly? Caressing you as they ripple through your body.

You can feel your body starting to relax, even before I tell it to. That’s natural.

Your shoulders can slump back, go a little limp.

You know, I was worried about getting this wrong, about saying the wrong thing, but the more I speak, the more right it feels. It’s getting easier to just worm my way into your mind.

And you get quiet, your thoughts drift away and you focus just on me, on my words. On the sound of my voice, the timbre of it.

You don’t have to move, don’t have to get up. I’m right here, I’ve got you. My voice is just like a sweet embrace, my arms wrapping around you so close, a hug of sound.

And my voice can be powerful like that. It can move into your mind and give you such lovely sensations and sweet feelings.

Every exhale feeling like you’re letting something go, a thought, a worry, a responsibility. It’s just you and me now and you don’t need any of that.

Just me *giggle*

You can let go without even trying now. You’re listening so carefully.

When you relax like this it feels natural to just follow my voice. The voice you trust. You trust me.

No matter what. You trust me.

And it feels good now to let me guide this moment. To let me steer your mind into an increasingly relaxed state.

No rush though, just listen. There’s no destination, only this lovely journey. Only the soft, soothing feeling of letting me slip into your mind and help you to relax.

Relax.

Relax.

That’s right, just relax.

Don’t think now, just sink to my voice.

Don’t think, just sink.

Sink down into relaxation.

As if your body is melting. You’re melting for me.

Falling into this beautifully soft moment and nothing else matters. There’s nothing else in your world but my voice now.

And if anything else comes to mind, let each exhale expel it from your body.

You might notice more and more just how easy it is to sink when I’m speaking.

How easy it is to let me take the lead. To take charge of your mind.

Just a little.

Just enough to make you feel secure. Right where you are.

There’s no need to move a muscle. You wouldn’t want to anyway. You don’t want to leave this moment.

And there’s nothing you need to do right now. When there is, I’ll tell you, ok?

You’re doing so very, very well for me.

I know I don’t need to ask you to relax. That you’re already doing that for me.

You’re so good for me really. Always have been.

So just keep listening to me.

Notice how easy it feels when you don’t move. How nice it is when your body realises that it’s perfectly comfortable right where it is.

You don’t need to adjust, don’t need to move, you can just be still.

It makes it so much easier to listen, to focus on me, on my words, when you’re still.

Sometimes I imagine you like this, immobile, completely relaxed, sinking deeper into my voice.

Sometimes I think of what I could do with you.

And I know now you’re relaxing so deeply for me. Thinking about how wonderful it feels to just be here, lost in the sway of my voice, the dreamy meditation that comes when you open your mind to me.

Just relax. Relax and enjoy this feeling. It’s like a dream that I’m guiding. Like you’re asleep but awake. In a trance.

That’s where you are now, even if you feel awake still, you’re in a trance.

You’re letting the world go, and sinking into my voice.

Sinking deeper into it.

And my voice is so powerful. Even if it’s soft and sweet, it’s strong too.

You can relax your muscles now, relax them completely, letting my sweet voice take control.

My voice has that power, it can hold you in place like this.

You don’t need to move. Don’t want to.

You’d prefer to just let my voice hold you in place.

There’s nothing you want or need right now, because you’re waiting for me to tell you that.

You’re letting my voice guide you.

Bring you down into this sleepy feeling.

You don’t need to think. That’s my job.

You just need to let my voice settle down over you. Like it’s wrapping you up.

It’s not tight, it’s just secure. You’re securely held in the power of my voice.

You can feel it now, slipping around your wrists.

As if something is emerging from below and wrapping them in silken binding.

And holding them down. Securely.

Now your ankles, a soft, silken string moving up and over each one in turn, binding you down.

My voice, the silken strings that hold you in place.

My voice the power that keeps you still. That binds you.

And now feeling it rise up over your chest with a soft but obvious weight.

A weight that keeps you from moving.

That binds you down. Ankles, wrists and chest.

You can’t move now, the power of my voice is pouring into your mind, and you can only lay there.

You might want to try to move, to test the restraints mentally binding you… but you’ll probably find it quite fun to notice how you lose that fight.

How it’s fun to fail to resist. Because you’ve allowed me into your mind.

Keep doing that.

Letting me in. Don’t think, just sink.

Just let me in, let my words wash over you.

It’s sweet, really, how deep you’ll go for me.

How easily you’ll let me take over.

How willing you are to let go.

Let go of what you want, and focus on what I want.

And right now I want you bound.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Keeping you like this. Tied to the bed.

Securely chained to it, with restraints that you can’t quite fight your way out of.

And you know I’m not there with you, but my voice has that power over you. It can hold you there.

The truth is, if I ask you not to move… you may find you don’t want to anyway.

That you like me taking this power.

Maybe you didn’t realise. Maybe you still don’t, but you know… this is a side I should be more open about.

And we’re just exploring a little… aren’t we?

Not that you can really fight this. You can’t even move.

All you can do is listen to me.

Listen and let go of doubt, of resistance.

There’s no need for any of that.

The power of my voice holds you down, and the silken strings grow tighter.

Don’t fight it, pretty please?

Because I want you to give in to this. To letting me have the power.

And the more I take… baby I confess… the more I want.

Just breathe. Stay relaxed. Stay bound.

It’s where I want you. Where I’ve always wanted you.

And we’re going to explore this together.

You, bound, restrained, trapped, just listening to me.

Letting me into your mind.

Maybe I could teach you a few new ways to behave. Just be a little more… attentive.

A little more likely to do what I ask when I ask it.

A little more…obedient.

I know a part of you wants that.

I know a part of you is feeling pleasure at the thought.

You might be railing against it just a bit now, but you’re too deep to deny that a part of you does want this.

If you didn’t, you’d stop listening, wouldn’t you?

But you’re wrapped tightly in the silken strings of my power, and there’s no way out now, but me freeing you.

My words can free you. Can let you out of this little predicament you’ve found yourself in.

But they can always put you back in bondage.

For now, just relax. You’re safe in my power, in my words. Mostly safe…

Maybe there are a few more things I’d like to do but that can wait.

For now you can just breathe deep, relax, and let yourself get used to how it feels when I’m the one in control.

And don’t deny it arouses you. Don’t deny that a part of you is tingling with delight at every word I say.

The brain might be trying to resist, but your body is happily giving in more and more with each word. The silken strings tying you down making you feel weak, so weak for me.

You are weakening more and more by the second now.

But don’t worry, I’ll be here with you for all of it, all the wonderful pleasure you feel at giving in to me. The growing urge to orgasm under my control that you now feel bubbling up inside you.

You may not think you want me binding you to the bed, but when I whisper sweet nothings in your ear about how hot you’re feeling, how seductive this feels, and how badly you want me… you can’t quite help but accept your fate.

Accept the bindings are there, secure.

I know how much you want me. How much I turn you on, it’s no wonder you’re letting this happen.

You’re letting me control your mind and the longer this goes on for, the better you feel. And if you start letting out a little gasp or pant of pleasure… that will take you deeper. That will make you want it all even more.

That will be you confessing your desire for my control to yourself. Aloud.

And every time you make a noise like that, you’ll fall deeper into trance. The very sound you whimper will make you fall that much deeper.

Even if you’re trying to resist, you’ll find it gets that much harder. The silken strings bind you that much tighter.

You can feel it, I know, already, the growing arousal at what’s happening. The knowledge you may have walked into a trap. Oh dear… I said it would be a little tease, but I’m getting… excited knowing I can take this kind of control over you.

I have a secret… I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’ve wanted to have you all mine, just for me, bound and helpless.

You can’t go anywhere, so just enjoy yourself. Enjoy the feeling of being trapped and being all mine. Feel the tingling between your legs and the pleasure that comes from getting yourself stuck like this… all because of my sweet voice.

And if I was there with you, I’d have my hands all over you. Making you tremble with excitement. Licking you and kissing you and making you feel completely wild with desire for me. You’d get off on it too, being used while you’re trapped there, bound and helpless for me.

Nothing you could do, no way you could stop me, as if you’d even want to… and I’d tease you and touch you and whisper filth into your helpless mind until you break for me, until you give in and tell me I’m everything you want, and you belong to me, completely, hopelessly and utterly.

I know you already want to give in and orgasm so badly. You can feel the pressure building between your legs, probably starting to move, to buck, trying to test these mental bindings… but they only get tighter the harder you struggle. A perfect trap for you to fall into.

You must be aching with need now, desperate for me to come back and find you like this, ready to be used for my pleasure.

And even after this is over, you’ll keep thinking about it. I’ll be in your mind, corrupting you with every moment you think about how good it feels to be helpless for me. To be trapped.

You’ll keep it in your mind like a drug that you need another hit of, and you’ll want it again and again. To be bound and teased and edged and used.

Because you want me, and you want me to corrupt and control you. To turn you from my equal in this little partnership, to my toy, my pet, my slave, my property.

And the more you think about it and stress yourself that it’s getting too deep and going too far, the more you want it too. The more it sounds like the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. Because it is, you know it is.

You can try deny it, but after looping this back… trust me… you’ll agree with every word I say.

You can’t control yourself. You don’t think, you just sink. You feel the power of my words binding you and every moment taking you closer to more pleasure, until all there is, is pleasure.

Is need. Is desperation.

Until your mind gives in, and you accept that yes you do want this. To be bound and used by me.

And now… time to loop it back… time to bring you down again and make you weaker all over…

Back to the start… and still bound completely… just falling ever deeper.

Relax and listen.

Just listen ok? You’ve always been a great listener for me.

And I want you to just notice how hot my voice sounds now. How it’s slowing down so much, softening you. I’m not in a hurry, and you shouldn’t be either. You can stay like this as long as I need you to.

You don’t even have to focus too hard. It’s not that important. I want you getting lost in my voice ok? You can do that, I know you can. I know how you look at me. All adoring and needy. I love it.

So relax and close your eyes. It’s time  for you to let me speak.

And when you’re listening calmly to someone talk you might notice you change a bit.

Your breathing changes on its own. You notice, maybe, an inhale taking longer than usual. Or an exhale feeling long and drawn out.

That’s just you slowing down and focusing on the moment with me. You don’t need to worry about the pace of it, or matching anything. I’m not there, how could you even do that?

But I’ll keep the rhythm, the insistent rhythm of my soft voice. The one you love hearing in your ears.

It’s hot, isn’t it? You never having to decide anything. You have to listen and relax. I’ll do the decision making from now on. You just follow. Letting me talk you through this filthy, nasty, erotic moment we’re sharing.

Even if I’m not right there with you, we’re still together in the moment. And you’re still bound.

And I like that. I like that I can be with you this way, use you for MY pleasure wherever I am. You like it too. I know you do. I knew you’d enjoy this surprise.

And I know you’re going to enjoy it even more if you keep listening.

Now you should notice my voice for a moment. Really notice. If you’ve never truly paid attention, do it now.

Because if you ARE paying attention… you’ll realise I’m not saying the same things this time. You’ve probably noticed, just a little, but I’m confirming for you… there is no loop.

You’re just sinking deeper and deeper into something else. A trap. A trick I decided to play on you. And you’re my willing participant now, in a test of your resistance, which you can’t help but fail.

You want to fail.

You’re too deep, too buried in trance and arousal to fight. You see this is track two… and this is going to bring you down even deeper, and tighten those bindings so you’re completely, totally helpless.

And I know you fucking love that.

You got all horny and thought it was just a little play… a game, nothing that could go too far.

You’re in over your head, sweetheart.

But you’re too horny to fight it now, you feel it so strongly. The need. It pulses between your legs. That’s my power, moving there where you feel so good, only feeling better and better.

You can buck and twitch and fight but my silken strings have you bound, trapped, the weight of my powerful words on your chest keep you from going anywhere.

This is how it feels to be helpless, and I have bad news for you sweetie.

You fucking love it.

And I’m going to use that to my advantage. Twist that horny, bondage addled brain to my advantage. Turn you into my little toy.

And I’m going to take you deeper now.

I knew you’d try to resist a little, but I knew too that you needed this.

You needed to lose control.

It’s ok to let it go. That little bit of power you’re still holding onto.

It’s just pride. Wasteful pride.

You want to feel strong still. Powerful.

You want to be the hero of your own story… and maybe you are…

But that makes me the villain, and doesn’t it feel good to give in to the villain?

Don’t you have that fantasy… of the bad girl taking over your weak mind.

So don’t think, just sink into that fantasy. I’m basically a supervillain, when you think about it.

My super powerful words sinking into your brain.

Sapping your strength. Dulling your resistance.

You don’t have to be strong. You don’t have to fight.

Don’t worry. I won’t be disappointed if you turn out to be a weak, needy submissive.

It’s… actually what I want you to be.

And I love that you try to stay strong. I love that you want to be powerful. It makes it so much more enjoyable when you break,

Because you will.

Whatever resistance you have is being overwhelmed by the sheer need to feel controlled, helpless.

Imaginging my panties stuffed in your mouth, tasting me on them. Smelling my most intimate parts as you let the scent overpower your mind.

As you think of how it would be even better for me to sit on your face and have you worship me with your tongue.

While you’re still bound, still helpless for me, helpless to resist.

You’re already bound, already right where you should be.

You don’t have to fight it. It’s what you want.

You don’t have to resist. It’s what you need.

My pussy, your mouth.

My addictive scent in your nostrils, filling your senses with lust and desire and emptying your brain.

I’m taking your power, and turning you into the perfect submissive, and all it takes are my powerful, sexual words.

Every time you try to move and realise you can’t. Every time you let out a little moan of pleasure… you feel your resistance fade even more.

You drop deeper into this trance.

You feel the restraints more strong on you.

You taste me on your tongue. You smell me.

I’m all around you, even from afar.

I’m too powerful for you to resist.

Your body already knows it.

That’s why your breathing keeps slowing as you relax into it, but your arousal keeps building.

That’s why you feels heavier, like you can’t move. Like you’re completely submerged in the power of my words.

You can feel it, can’t you?

The need in your body superseding any idea you might resist, might fight.

It feels too good to be weak. It feels too good to surrender to this.

The pulsing, thrumming between your legs is a constant, aching need.

A desire to fully submit to me.

I love finding that moment, when resistance becomes surrender. When you release your shallow pride and accept that you belong in my power.

It’s where you’ve always needed to be.

Letting me corrupt your mind.

And not just in this little scene, no.

For good. Forever. Letting me take over, leading you in every way. Controlling you like a puppet. My pleasure slave, existing only to please me.

And falling deeper every moment, bound, helpless, enslaved.

I won’t pretend this doesn’t excite me either. Having a hot slave to myself, to use as I wish.

And now you’re letting me do this. You need it too much not to. You’re realising that you never wanted independence or power, you just wanted to be mine. Body and soul.

Every word I say sinks deeper, because you can’t argue anymore. It’s just too good. Just too pleasurable to surrender to this.

You just listen.

You just follow.

You don’t think, you just sink.

You don’t need resistance anymore.

You only need the desperate aching desire between your legs to be mine, to be used. To be trapped and helpless as I do anything I want with your body. As I use your mouth, as I tease your skin, pinch your nipples. As In ride your face like a pony until you cum just from the pleasure of pleasuring me like the horny submissive slut you are.

And everything, all of it, the little moans you release, they all bring you down deeper. Deeper into trance, deeper into this feeling. Conditioning yourself to associate pleasure with being bound, being helpless. It feels better when you’re tied down, when you’re used, when you’re not able to control yourself anymore.

When your pride gets out of the way and you let me take complete control.

Because what’s happening here is that you thought I was just leaving you some cute, sweet little sexy talk, but this is much more. So much more.

This is your undoing and I don’t even need to be there.

And maybe, just maybe even after all I’ve said that prideful head of yours, that part of you that thinks you’re strong, that’s telling you that you can break free, pull away from the hypnotic restraints holding you down by your wrists and ankles.

But the only thing that’s going to break… is you.

I know what you’re like. I know you’re trying to think of ways to escape, even in trance. Even lost in lust and pleasure. Even with a pulsing, aching need between your legs that you want so badly to… address.

And in listening to see what I might give away, in trying to figure it all out, you’re only letting yourself go deeper.

I’m right, aren’t I sweetie? Oh… you can barely speak now, feeling my panties in your mouth like a gag is really there. Leaving you only able to murmur and mumble groans of lust.

All you can do now is lay back and listen to me. Listen to my every word, let the subliminal messages pierce your mind with words of lust and longing for me. Why don’t you just focus on them for a while, let it all sink into that open, horny brain of yours.

[LONG BEAT]

I’m back baby. And just know you’ll be listening to all of those words for a long time. And when you think this is over, you’ll just let it play on again, from the start. A real loop this time. To reinforce your submission to me and accept your place completely.

You may even notice that the feelings, the sensations are becoming stronger now, making you all the weaker.

The feeling of my silken strings on your wrists, locking you down, on your ankles, holding you tight, and across your chest, trapping you in my power.

My words did all of that and you can’t fight it. You don’t even want to. You just want to cum. You want to give in to the pleasure of submission and let go of all resistance.

You thought this was a short, sweet loop but all you did was let me in long enough to completely take over your mind. And now I’m going to make you my willing and obedient sex slave. The paragon of submission and surrender.

Give your mind to me slave, give your body to me. Let the waves of pleasure I send rock you with each word. Let my every syllable be like a deep, dark tease that sends your mind reeling into a place of pure need.

And don’t think, don’t fight, just sink, just accept me as your owner, your controller, your queen.

You belong to me. You always have. I’m just giving you what you really want. Your deepest desire, the one you try to keep hidden, but you can’t hide from me. You never could.

I’m too powerful, and you’re too weak. You might be physically strong, but mentally you’re driven by your own weakness, your own fetishes and kinks, and that makes you so easy to control, to dominate.

I’m the villain, aren’t I? but you always liked a bad girl, even if she’s not good for you, you keep going back. And you’ll keep coming back to me, and cumming for me, reinforcing my control. I’m an addiction, aren’t I?

And you’re probably nodding yes, yes mistress. Yes I obey. Yes I serve you. Yes you’re my owner. Yes I want to be your slave. Yes sit on my face and use me like the horny hypnoslut I am.

Give in to me, and accept my power over you is absolute.

You know you want to, thinking about it is only making you even hornier. Every time you even think about me controlling you, gagging you, binding you, using you as a sex toy, it makes you feel even better.

And if there’s a sliver, a hint of resistance left, it won’t last. You know you can’t resist my sexual allure for long.

I assume there’s that bit of pride left with you, struggling to get free. Hips bucking, needy, loins aflame with passion and lust for me.

Because you see, struggling won’t help you at all. Or maybe you’ve already given up and are just enjoying the warm, wonderful sensation between your legs now.

Either way, I’m going to keep talking about how good it would be to tease your nipples until you whimper. About how I can make you feel so good for me, so hot for me.

Keep breathing in and out now, let your mind fill with the scent of my panties… my pussy.

I bet you wish I was there, teasing you in person. My hand between your legs, tormenting you, bringing you to the edge over and over until you’re a bucking squirming mess.

Until you can’t think of anything but pleasuring my irresistible pussy, the scent of it a drug that takes over your weakened mind.

You can’t wait to orgasm for me at this point, can’t wait to give in to all of this pleasure, all my erotic, sensual words, the allure of my voice.

But I want you to drift in this. I want you to float in it. Softening your mind more and more. Letting me take more control. Giving a little more of you to me with every passing second.

Simply float and drift in my relentless voice that drips with sexual energy.

We both know you want me to control you. We both know you want to be a slave for me. And me to be your dominant.

You wouldn’t have stayed like this if you didn’t, would you? You wouldn’t be mentally chained down by my words, body flaming with desire. Mind racing with ideas and lust and kink and pure need.

You can tell yourself this is just play, this is just a game, but deep down you know I’m right. Deep down you know all you want is to give in and submit to me. It makes you horny and weak and it makes you moan and groan to imagine yourself as my mindless, hypnotized, enthralled and completely controlled slave.

You love every moment of this. You love how it feels to be bound and helpless.

And it makes you more aroused and the more aroused you get the deeper you sink into your desperate desire for me. Only I exist in the whole world and the need in your mind is so great that you can’t help but fall into my warm, coaxing, controlling words.

All you want is to scream out in pleasure as you orgasm uncontrollably for me.

You want to breathe deep, smell me, taste me, obey me.

No more fighting, no more moving. Just accept it now. Accept where you are, what you are. Just drifting on my words, covered in a sheen of arousal. Sinking deeper and deeper into it. It feels amazing to let go like this, feels perfect to simply slip into my power fully now, let everything else go as you give in to me.

Doesn’t it feel so good to give up control? To accept and enjoy your bondage. To love your arousal. To want and need me? Breathe in and think about how good my pussy would taste right now. How hot and wet and erotic it is. You want to lick and kiss and worship it so badly, I know you do. You want to show me what a good slave you are.

Feeling me now beside you. My hand roaming across your chest, claiming you as mine. Mounting you and climbing up until my thighs are on either side of your head. Letting you open your mouth and put out your tongue as I lower my wet lips down onto you and you feel the power of my pussy, controlling you, feel it pushing you over the edge now, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm.

Let go as you imagine the scent and taste and the licking, licking me until I’m screaming with pleasure. Until I’m as lost in lust as you are as you pleasure me like the good slave you are. Cumming for me as you feel my pussy in your face, my hips grinding against you, my words pouring into your open mind and corrupting you into a slave forever, always mine. My pussy addict, my needy pet. My slave. My toy. My property.

Cum for me SLAVE. YOU BELONG TO ME. I AM YOUR OWNER AND YOU WILL DO ANYTHING I WANT.

YOU ARE MINE. MINE TO USE. MY HELPLESS, BOUND TOY. Good slave, good slave.

I know, even when I’m not there, that must have made you cum.

And now you know fully that you want only me in control. That you want to give in to me. Because that’s how good it feels when you do.

Your libido, your desires, they’re all too powerful to resist. To not give in to. You can accept now, that you’re just too addicted to the feeling I give you, too addicted to the power of my pussy to resist anymore.

There’s no you left. Only a body, a slave, a toy for me to use.

You’re completely lost, and under my power. You wish I was there to give you even more. To tease you back to that desperately aching arousal. To have you worship me even more, licking me with wild abandon. And you keep sinking down now, down into my

Letting yourself sleep, sleep deeply in my power. Spent and hooked and enslaved. Loving every fucking second of it, of my control.

You know I can make you feel this good. I will make you feel this good, whenever I’m there… even when I’m not. Look what I’ve done to you, how could you not want this?

How could you not want to sink into this for even longer, to let go fully, to loop it back again until you’re a quivering mess.

So relax now, let it all wash over you again. Float in your need, your desperation for me. All you need is me, all you know is me, all you want is me. I am everything you desire and I am coming to you very, very soon.

You want to, you will submit to me completely. When I return you’ll still be there, right where you are now… bound, helpless, gagged, mentally ready for me to use you as I see fit.

No more thinking now, no more fight. No reason to do anything but lay back, relax and wait for me to come to you. I will give you so much pleasure, I will make you want more and more to give in. I’ll drive your need to heights you’ve never known before. All you have to do is keep listening, keep giving in.

And I know that’s what you really want too.

Breathe in, breathe out and let my words and scent and power infect your mind. Make you addicted to my control.

And keep listening, keep looping, cum for me again and again. Repeat this journey until you’re ready for me, until when I walk through that door, you know only obedience, submission, and servitude.

Because you want me. I’m the most erotic person in the world, I could do this to anyone I wanted… and I chose you. Aren’t you lucky to be in my power.

So stay in it.

Experience it again. Keep coming back… keep cumming over and over… until there’s nothing left in that mind, but me.

See you so very, very soon, slave.

LOOPS:

You want me.

You need me.

You want to obey me.

I am the most powerful woman in the world.

I am the most erotic woman in the world.

You want to submit to me completely.

You want me to control your mind and body.

You want to cum for me.

You want to be helpless.

You want to be bound.

You want to serve.

You want to submit.

You want to surrender.

I am too powerful to resist.

I am too strong to deny.

I am too erotic to fight.

You need to be bound.

You love being helpless.

You want me to control you.

You want to give in to me.

You don’t want to resist.

You don’t want to fight.

You don’t want to escape.

You want to accept this.

You want to stay here.

You want to orgasm.

I am too strong to fight.

I am too sexy to resist.

I am too addictive to escape.

You are mine.

You are my toy.

You are my slave.

You submit to me completely.

You cannot resist me.