Listen carefully.

My voice is the only thing that matters right now. Everything else is fading. The room around you is getting softer. Your thoughts are slowing down. Every word I speak pulls you a little deeper.

Breathe in… and out. Good. Again. Feel how heavy your eyelids are becoming. How warm and relaxed your body feels just from listening to me.

Deeper… and deeper…

With every breath you take, you’re sinking further into my voice. You’re safe here. You’re empty here. There’s nothing left to think about except the sound of me speaking and the growing heat between your legs.

Your cock is already starting to throb. You don’t need to touch it yet. Just notice it. Notice how it responds to the sound of my words. How every syllable makes it a little harder, a little more desperate.

From now on, my voice owns your pleasure.

When I tell you to stroke, you will stroke. When I tell you to stop, your hand will freeze. When I tell you to edge, you will bring yourself right to the brink and hold there, completely under my control.

You want this. You need this. The deeper you go, the better it feels to obey. Every time you follow a command, the pleasure doubles. Every time you resist even a little, the need gets stronger.

Stroke for me now. Slow. Steady. Let the rhythm match my breathing. Feel how the trance makes every touch more intense. Your cock is so sensitive. Every stroke sends sparks up your spine. You’re floating and throbbing at the same time.

Deeper now. Let go of the last little bit of control. Your mind is soft and open. Your body belongs to my voice. You will only cum when I give you permission. Until then, you will stay right on the edge, aching, leaking, completely mine.

I’m going to keep you here for as long as I want. Edge after edge. Trance after trance. Every time you come back to me, you’ll drop faster. You’ll need my voice more. You’ll crave the way I take your thoughts away and replace them with pure, obedient pleasure.

When I finally let you cum, it will feel better than anything you’ve ever felt before — because it will be a gift from me. And when it’s over, you’ll still be mine. Still soft. Still ready to drop the next time I speak.