[F4M] Listening LIVE to Shibby [Collaring][Hypnosis][Gentle][Affectionate][BDSM][Fdom][Rape][But you like it][Bondage][Snaps][Clench][Lemon Stealing Whore][Moans][Dirty Talk][Drunk and Horny Shibby][Improv][Games][HFO][Uneditted]

But let's make it even more fun. Somebody give me a topic. Wanna play my little version of Whose Line Is It anyway? Except it's a little less funny, and well well, that's a lot of suggestions really quick. Well, here's the game for me, at least.

I'm whoever gives the suggestion that I choose, you just try not to get hard. And I'm gonna say really dirty things about that topic and fetish of yours, and, well, I'm going to win at getting you hard. Now some of you might think this this weird thought where if you're already hard, that that doesn't count. That's not fair. But, sorry, lovey.

Is it it doesn't have to be fair. I make the rules. And, well, since that's the way you like it, then it's the way it's gonna be. Alright. So let's see who's first.

Leave that food a fucking denial. Colouring. We'll start with coloring. It's always that first moment that's the best. You know?

That moment when the lights are dimmed and the only real flashes to your vision is my body and my skin. So much of it's showing. Just gliding in the candlelight. Does it flicker? Flicker in the light …

But let's make it even more fun. Somebody give me a topic. Wanna play my little version of Whose Line Is It anyway? Except it's a little less funny, and well well, that's a lot of suggestions really quick. Well, here's the game for me, at least.

I'm whoever gives the suggestion that I choose, you just try not to get hard. And I'm gonna say really dirty things about that topic and fetish of yours, and, well, I'm going to win at getting you hard. Now some of you might think this this weird thought where if you're already hard, that that doesn't count. That's not fair. But, sorry, lovey.

Is it it doesn't have to be fair. I make the rules. And, well, since that's the way you like it, then it's the way it's gonna be. Alright. So let's see who's first.

Leave that food a fucking denial. Colouring. We'll start with coloring. It's always that first moment that's the best. You know?

That moment when the lights are dimmed and the only real flashes to your vision is my body and my skin. So much of it's showing. Just gliding in the candlelight. Does it flicker? Flicker in the light hits my thighs.

Nice and thin with a bit of muscle. The lights flicker and your eyes go up a little bit. Because naturally you're where you belong, on your knees. Gazing up worshipfully, devotion explicit on their expression. You know this and yet you still feel so blank.

So completely devoid of any thought other than admiration, the insincere desire to please and be commanded. Despite being on your knees like the little slave you are. You still somehow feel the virtue and honor of the white knight, serving his lady in days of old? Where you can be powerful and masculine and still be so easily, be brought to your knees by the right woman. And in that state of mind as you stare up, you feel my gaze on you.

You look up and face the edges of my nice spank tense. Past my bulky little nipples. You see me staring down at you. My gaze knowing because I know what I do to you. My gay is understanding because I understand you better than anyone else.

My gay is exciting. Because it's also very exciting right no. And thus they're affectionate as you see me bring my hands down. As one hand grasps your head, puts my fingers in your hair, gasps them together, pulling a little as I push your head down. My other hand, holding a nice leather strap.

A strap that you've often felt against your ass since I told you that you'd have to earn it, and you've wanted to earn it so very badly. More than anything, every time I slap that leather piece against your ass, you think of that? You think of my mercy that the side with the metal o ring is not the side that is striking you, leaving marks on you, leaving little spots of color that just scream that you're fucking mine. You breathe so deeply, so easily as you feel me lift it, just the gentle cool touch of the front of it hitting the front of your throat. Yeah.

Adam's apple just quivers a little as it rises, as it falls, and it presses and fights, in surrenders, as my other hand comes forth then grasps aside to meet in the middle. To buckle it up. And all you can feel is peace. Wonderful, sweet release. Release from the world.

Release from any pressures and powers. Because in this moment, none of that is important. All that is important is that you are mine. Is that you hear that, Snake, as I click the lockshot? As your head lulls limply, you find that you are completely incapable of moving.

Not until I say something to wake you up. Not until I give you a command, an order, a purpose. Something you can do to please me. Anything to please me because you need to. You need to so badly, don't you, baby?

And that's perfect. You're perfect. My perfect little slave. So did I win? I'll take it.

Alright. Let's see. What else could I have fun with? What the hell is tits? Titan is tempted.

No prizes. Your prize is the fun you're having, you little greedy bitch. Let's see. I don't think screams really fits my my mood right now. You find a whore who stole your lemons and locked them in your basement.

I could work with that. Alright. Alright. Give me a minute. Give me a minute.

Give me a minute. Let me drink some water so that my voice doesn't get completely fucked. Let me just ponder that one. Lemon stealing horse. Okay.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Let me reread the prompt one more time, make sure I got it got it done properly. Alright.

Alright. I got this. Well, well, well, what do we have here? It took me a little while, but I finally have you. I finally caught you.

And, much as you try to struggle, you're not going to get away. Do you know how fucking hard I work on my garden? How many hours I spend toiling to make it perfect how much money I put in to all of the right things to finalize. And yet, when it comes harvest time, much to my surprise, what do I find? But my lemons are gone.

I was very, very angry, you know? I hadn't mind to use a lemon and, my cum. So I set a little trap. Because I wanted to see what little shithead was jacking my shit. And, oh my.

I was not expecting what I found. You are, much prettier than I would have thought a lemon stealing whore would be. In fact, I think I'll keep you for a little bit. I mean, what are you gonna do? Go tell the authorities?

I could get you in just as much trouble for trespassing and stealing and you wouldn't want that. You wouldn't want trouble, now would you? No. I think you'll find it's much easier to just take the punishment that you deserve. Take the punishment and then you won't even have to feel guilty about stealing my lemons anymore.

It'll be cathartic. It would be nice. 12. It's not really like you have a choice. I have you all bound up.

It's funny how little old fashioned traps can work so well. A simple loop noose. And, you were just hanging from a tree. Ironically, one of the same trees you were stealing from. And well, it's so easy to grab hands and just bind them up when they're dangling helplessly upside down.

So easy to lower you down and capture cheeriolex and all of you. And well, now I have you. And thinking on it, there really is something I wanna do to you, you little lemon stealing slut. I want to see if I can make you tingle. Oh, you don't get such dirty thoughts in your mind.

I don't mean with my mouth or my hands or anything. I mean, with a lemon. I mean, I suppose I could Google the answer to this question, but really, where's the fun in that when I have such a unwilling volunteer to experiment on. We can just cut open the lemon and see what effects instances would have on sensitive parts. Let's see how it feels on your lips.

Yeah. Instead of having a cat, stick your tongue out. Come on. My hand is in a very sensitive place and you do not want to disappoint me, so stick your fucking tongue out. There you go.

Good boy. A bit sour. Yeah. A bit tired. A bit much.

Be a good boy, I'll put it in your fucking eyes. Let's move it lower along your skin, just the acids, it just make it tingle. Can you feel it, or is it just a sticky mess tracing its way across you? A little bit lower? The problem is you have 2 nipples but I only have 1 lemon.

But, oh, yeah. I cut it in half so we can do this perfectly. It's so cute how you struggle against the ropes. Sweetheart, I'll tell you a secret. I'm really good at tying boys up, so you don't have a chance in hell of getting out.

Not until I let you. So you may as well just relax because there's really nothing you can do. You feel me running them down your skin. It's interesting. You can't even look.

He can't even see what I'm doing. Your eyes seem to be completely focused on mine. I don't need to look either. When we look at your face and your expression, those those tart little fruits hit your nipples? That gas?

So sweet. Does that tingle? Does that give your senses a sure. Little sensation. How about when I drop those lemons and use my fingers?

Tweak your little nipples. They're already so hard for me. They're already so okay, don't worry. My little lemon whore, mine are pokey too. Of course, for, well, probably slightly different reasons.

Because mine are perky because I'm having fun. And I'm not done yet. Now the question is, are you going to be a good boy? Or am I going to have to squeeze 1 of these lemons on my hands and jerk you up? I feel like the answer should be really simple for you.

You you seem like a bright boy. You seem like someone who would be able to figure out that there's really only 1 safe place to go in this scenario. But I'll let you consider it. You know? Take your time to you want to be a good boy.

It's a very simple question. Do you have an answer for me? Somehow, I thought you would see it that way. Now good boys do what they don't. And what I'm telling you to do, since you're tied so nicely to that tree, your hands separated and bound against it.

And I noticed your palms out and those fingers are at in just the right position. So that when I come closer, when I come to you and whisper in your ear, your hand is in just the right place to move those fingers. And I bet a dirty little lemon slut like, you know exactly what to do with those fingers. Now don't you? Mhmm.

That's right. See? You're a good boy. You can read my mind. Oh, that feels good.

Or is it not so much that you read my mind as I read yours? Because you seem awfully good at this. I'm tied to a lemon tree in here. I see what's going down there for you is your fingers. Play with my clap.

As you touch me, oh so nicely, feeling like the good boy we both know you are. That's it. And I don't give a fuck if your wrist and hand gets tired. I know it's an awkward position you're in right now, but I don't fucking care. I've told you what happens if you're not a good boy, so those fingers better keep pleasing me properly.

But it's not like it's a hard task. It's not like a hard task. I'm really soft down there, aren't I? And I'm starting to get really wet. So very sticky against your fingers.

Oh. That's it. Now move your fingers down a bit. Down the cliff, down my lap here, down to meet in the middle right at my home. It's really warm, isn't it?

Rings to mind an inferno that you can just to dip into a place of all the danger of liquid metal, and yet all the intensity as well. Just hun deep inside me. Shove your fingers nice and deep. Just that feeling of you're rubbing against my inner walls, against my entrance. Uh-huh.

They're staying in and out. It feels so fucking good. I can't wait until another part of you is filling me this Swaine, just as hot as I am. Just as throbbing and needy. But right now what I want you to do is curl your fingers.

Curl them into just the right it's bad and fine. There you go. You don't need much encouragement, do you boy? That's right. Little lemon boy.

You know what I think? Do do you do with you? I'm gonna make you wake up every fucking lemon. And I'm going the Chi Chi is the god knows equivalent of a companion boy. A poor boy.

Except you'll be my lemon boy. With hard work and sweat, well it's gonna be you sweating now. Funny thing though. I really like, man he sweats from hard work. There's the smell of that.

And look at that. Oh, muscle secretions. I have the feeling we'll have a lot more sessions like this one. No be a good boy and touch me until I come. And you feel, oh, my cunt clenching against your fingers it's nice and tight.

I'll just squeeze you. That's a good little lemon boy. You little lemon stealing slut. It was fun. You know?

Okay. Alright. So there was, like, a file hypnophile I wanted to make or something. Right? So I guess I'll, and see where that one goes.

Let me, pause this this I think whatever. I don't know. That's the record button. Okay? Alright.

Yeah. Yeah. I lived in Australia. It was neat because I went there when I was 18. So, I was on a tourist visa, and I could drink because the legal drinking age in Australia is 18.

It was so weird when it came back to the States because I wasn't 21 yet. And I remember this moment very vividly. I went to a liquor store. I put a couple of things in the cart, and I wheel it up to, the cash register. And I hand them my ID.

I do. And, the drinks, and they just look at me. They're just like, it's like the guy was speechless because I had handed him an ID that said I wasn't 21 because I I I've been living in Australia so long, I didn't, like, think about it. You know? In America, the drinking age is 21.

So it was a special moment. You guys ready for this? It's gonna be fun. I have, like, partial script written, and then 2 things could happen. I could do spectacular and it'll be awesome.

I could crash and burn and at least it's funny and I'll see what I can salvage of the, script in the morning. Are you fucking cares? I have fun either way, and I have a suspicion. Sorry were you. So you should probably take this moment to I'm throwing some binaurals maybe.

I'm throwing some spirals. Whatever you normally do to make yourself comfortable before listening to one of my files? I mean, you should see about doing that right now. I'll give you a minute. Just loosen your clothing, turn off the lights, get rid of any distractions and take that phone and turn off any noises.

Make sure nothing is going to snap you out of my spell because that would be so very rude. You don't wanna be rude, do you? You wanna be a good boy. So be a good boy and make sure nothing's gonna get in the way because they wouldn't like that. There can't be tags for a file that isn't, like, done.

But I suppose, I guess we could put the tag female for male, hypnosis, femdom yeah. Yeah. It's gonna be femdom. Probably some teasing at some point. Probably some psychological mind fuckery.

Probably some drunk stumbling of words, and, we'll see where it goes from there. I will not be doing anything too crazy with it. There won't be any gender transformation. There won't be any food. I know some of you are sad.

But, I'll keep it within what I consider fairly normal guidelines. But that could be a complete lie because I never know what the fuck I'm gonna do. So we'll just see where it goes. I mean, come on. When I talk, I can make anything sexual.

Or at least I can make you feel sexual when I say anything. I think that's the main theme behind this file I'm about to tell you, story I'm about to tell you. No. None of that fits. Fuck it.

Alright. Just relax. Okay? Just take a moment and settle. Shift your body about a little bit because sometimes shifting first is the best way to properly relax.

One second. Because you're dreaming me tonight, till tomorrow will be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world you'd rather be than bound by my voice dreaming about you and me. Having a good night slept? Did you have a good day?

Was it long? Stressful? Baby. Don't worry. You're with me now.

You don't have to worry about any of that anymore. You can just relax. Relax and listen. Relax and let my voice take over. Run over you.

Right over you. Just let your eyes feel heavy. Let your head feel heavy. Start to feel your mind feel heavy. Trust me.

I just wanna have some fun. But first, I have to get you in the right mindset. I'm already in my top space, so we just need you to go into a nice, relaxing subspace. Where I take all control. And you can just relax.

That's what you want, isn't it? To just relax. To just let go. It's easy. It's classic.

Just start with 1 nice deep breath. And and, good boy. And doesn't it just feel good? To feel the tension draining from you as you breathe in. And out.

To feel a bit severe you hadn't even noticed were tense. Just intensing and winding. Your shoulders sinking. Falling back as you breathe in, and, just letting go of all outside distractions. All outside influences.

Because right now, my voice caressing your ears should be your only influence. Your only thoughts should be of how nice and soothing it is to just relax under my guidance. To breathe nice and deep. To focus. Focus on nothing else.

Because you like my voice, like it when it is growly and deep and slightly sleepy. Because humans are such suggestible creatures, and when my voice sounds sleepy. It makes a part of you sleepy as well. Just like a yawn is contagious. So is the sleepy tone of voice, and it's just so easy to find your eyelids growing heavier as you listen.

Your head balancing on your neck, feeling the need to just lean. Lean. Lean. It makes perfect sense, and it feels so comfortable to just let do your eyelids flutter? Rising.

Falling with your chest. Blinking. And I am going to count down. And as I do, I want you to feel your mind counting down with me, with each number feeling your mind go down, blanking a bit. More and more with every number.

It's fun and just a simple visual exercise. So do it with me. Okay? And breathe in an ant with each number. 10.

Just a little bit at first. Feel your awareness sinking. 9. A bit more just a bit, but noticeable. You're making the conscious decision to let go.

And just follow along. And that is wonderful. 8. Having that sense of descending fill you. The same feeling you get with an elevator just sinking straight.

Down. Down. Down. 7. Not so much falling as gently sinking.

Feeling peaceful as you float down 6, each number feeling your body relax more. And more. And more. 5. And as your body relaxes, so too does your mind.

4. Sinking down deeper. Deeper. 3. Deeper.

2. Until it is just so easy, and feels so right to sink into a suggestible state of mind, well, you are just so receptive. So relaxed. Such a good boy. 1.

My sweet boy. Drop. Completely and fully, your mind blank in awaiting further instruction. As if you'd passed through a portal, a doorway, feeling very clearly that sense of transition between one mental state and the next. In the dark of the night, it's so easy to let the peace of it enter you.

To hear little crickets, all the nighttime sounds surrounding and encompassing, and fading into just unpleasant background from her voice. The silence that comes with night. The quieting. Feeling quieting your mind. So that every nighttime sound just as to your deepening, meditatively quiet state of mind.

Each little cricket weighing your mind deeper. Each passing car, each gust of wind as it rolls against your foundations, only serving to comfort your mind with reassuring normality and safety. And allowing your mind to just sink deeper. Deeper into trusting that you are safe. Safe with me.

And so very open to the idea of having a bit of fun. As your eyes are just so heavy, and my love, so are mine. They flatter. Flutter. Come join me in darkness as I speak to you with my eyes closed, yours as well.

A dark connection in linking and intimately bringing us to familiarity. In this darkness, I cannot help but come to know you. As my mind must rely on senses other than sight, I must rely on touch. In that nonphysical, non provable, and yet still surreal feeling and presence of another's heat and warmth that seems to radiate into you. In your eyes, they flutter.

Heavy, drooping, and already shot. Sealed shot. Mine's silent. Your thoughts wait in abatement to hear my words and fall down deeper under the spell of my voice, as it helps even to not always concentrate on my words. But rather the syllables.

The lovely, strikingly pleasant, don't irresistibly hypnotic and entrancing syllables. Let this be the only thing your conscious mind takes note of. Following along and not even paying attention to the words, so much as you pay attention to the cadence, the flow, the seduction that doesn't need words, only tone and mine, takes you down. Deeper. Deeper into my world for you, my place for you.

Under my control, let only your subconscious truly follow along with the words I say. Just to listen in and so easily obey them. Because you know that is what is best. I know what is best. And the words that come out of my mouth are so very interesting to you and your conscious mind, on an individual level, they wouldn't even have to make sense.

My mouth makes love to them, and your mind can't help but be entranced. Your conscious mind needs no sense. It doesn't need to make sense or feel sense. You are just a puppet. Entranced and not even conscious of your strings.

You hang there, limp. Dicially accepting all that you were made to do. Because you can do nothing else. You're strong up, bound up and you hang there, limp. Mine.

Mhmm. While my voice speaks to the upper layers of your brain, just listening to the fluidity of my wife, the sweet pattern. Well, anything else underneath, any context is discarded by any part of you that thinks so that it can sink down, deep down, to pervade the lower layers of your mind, my words can anchor themselves there to give you pleasure, even when you don't know of its origin. Don't know where it's come from. Not on a conscious level anyway.

It's added stimuli with no explanation, and none is really needed. Because all it is is pleasure, and it feels good. So that I can do anything. My words can anchor themselves there, down deep in your subconscious to give you pleasure even where you don't know of its origin. So that while you are up here with me, oblivious and simply entranced by the beauty and the aesthetically pleasing song that comes from my lips, I can be deep down in your subconscious as well, without you even realizing it.

And down here, I can make suggestions. Suggestions that bypass any rational thinking, any actual you're more thinking. Suggestions that go into the back of your mind. And into your brain. Go into your patterns of thought until my suggestions become a command from your brain to your body, until my suggestions can send pleasure running through your body.

Pleasure that will run through your body anytime you hear the trigger that I link it to. In the meanwhile, your conscious mind is still so happily and blissfully, just paying attention to the sounds. And just pay attention to the sounds. And they sound nice, don't they? They caress you and cover you.

And you can just picture my syllables as bits and pieces of a blanket coming down on you. Covering you, warming you, keeping you safe. Keeping you oblivious to everything else because it's so nice to be in this mental state. This place where my voice can reach further. Further, deeper down where I can type pleasure.

Pleasure to run through you. Pleasure like an injection of dopamine to the brain that will wash in a cool energy over your body. A cool tingle that spreads like an electric electric surge across your skin. The tingles and tickles would feel so good. I can do this.

I can access the little bits of your brain that are just like those that drug triggers. Because the mind is powerful, and yours so much so. Your mind is so powerful and so easy to break it into 2, break it into the conscious which follows. How lovely it is to have my voice surrounding you. Not needing to worry or concentrate on the words, on the context.

So happily. Just feeling drawn away. Following every syllable. As it caresses you, as it's like a bright new colorful light, and your mind just has to chase it. Like your mind, like your eyes are adjacent.

Making it so easy for me to slip deeper, deeper. Deeper. Good boy. You're doing so well. Did you feel pleasure when I called you a good boy?

Because when I'm speaking directly to your subconscious as I am right now, you will find that you feel the emotions and the pleasures that my words cause you so much more I mean, even normally, so much more because they hit your levels of consciousness 1 by 1, all at once, with an echoing twang. That reverberates. That reverberates all through you. Like an echo chamber of pleasure. When I say good boy, feels good, doesn't it?

And it's really easy too, isn't it? You might only feel a tiny tingle at first. But that's just enough for you to question. Just enough for you to accept the possibility. Just enough for your subconscious to shrug and see where it goes.

So just relax back even more. Focus on my lovely voice even more. Don't focus on the words I'm saying. Only focus on how nice it feels to just drift let my voice guide you. I could be speaking gibberish and, yet it would still feel so lovely to you.

So calming. Still take you deeper. Still bring you further under my spell. Good boy. You're doing perfect.

And drifting nicely. And drifting deeply. So good. So good is new words. Slippin' slut.

So good is I bypass any protections to enter my thoughts into your mind as if they were your thoughts. So that when you wake, these thoughts will still be in your mind. Slunt. My slave. So even if you only feel like this was so very vanilla, so very tame.

You can be left with that impression yet, but deep in your mind will reside my words? Slunt. Will reside what I think of you. Slut. And therefore, it will reside what you think of yourself.

Slut. Note that it's a bad thing. It's a good thing. But it's also a very true thing. You are My slut.

My good little slut. My perfect little slut. Nothing but a slut. Always my slut. My sweet little slut.

My perfect little slut, you are a slut. And it's so easy for you to be controlled by how much of a slut you are. So easy to be led on. So easy to be led along. As if a leash she linked my voice to your balls, and I could pull and I could jerk.

Except it's not pain or pressure you feel. It's pleasure. Pleasure every time you hear my voice, every time you hear me say a word. Pleasure as you find it so easy to focus, not on what I say, but how I say it. Pleasure, the more I talk.

Pleasure, the deeper you go. Deep wonderful pleasure. Deep wonderful pleasure as you are a slut. A slut for pleasure. And since the tone and the cadence of my voice is what, you're focusing on is what's affecting you on your uppermost levels.

So then it must become more arousing the dirtier I talk. The deeper my voice goes, the dirtier my voice goes. The more excited I get, the more excited you get. And you don't even have to think about it. It's simply the way I'm saying things.

The way I'm saying things is getting you more and more excited. The way I say them is really all that matters because the way I say them is all you can concentrate on, all you can focus on. When I moan, it makes you want to moan. When I get excited, it gets you excited. It's so easy to not concentrate on context.

It's so easy to mostly just concentrate on my tone, and let your emotions, and let your body's reactions function with that tone. Let them match. Whatever I portray. Making it so easy to be my slut. Making it so easy to get aroused.

The more and more sexual I make my voice, the easier and easier it is for you to get harder and harder and feel more sexual pleasure just flooding through you until you become mindless with it, only focusing on one thing. Not on the words because they don't matter. Not on the context because it doesn't matter. Only my tone matters. Only when I make you feel matters.

Oh. As you feel arousal building, it's my arousal builds in my words. As I could talk about literally literally anything in your cock could respond so long as I said it just like this. Because you are a slut. Nothing but a slut.

And so your body reacts like that of a slut, and you feel pleasure, deep, wonderful, warming pleasure rushing through you, tingling over you, bolting over you. Growing stronger and stronger the more excited my voice gets. The more aroused I sound, the more aroused you become. And you can't help it, you dirty little slut. Your cock can't help it.

It's on a subconscious level, but it's reaching right up. Right up until every single part of your mind until even consciously, all you can think about is arousal. All you can think about it's my lips. All you can think about is the pleasure I can cause you. The pleasure that builds and grows stronger, and runs through you again and again, and washes over you.

A new wave with every syllable that comes out of my mouth. A new wave with every syllable that comes out of my mouth. As you sink into it. As you get deeper into it, and you focus not on what I say, but how I say it. And, it just feels so good.

So good as you can feel it building my excitement, building your Sexual excitement building. As you feel triggers that are locked inside of you, unlocking themselves. As parts of you clench in that knowledge, clench in that pleasure. Clench in what a slut you are. What a slut you are for pleasure.

Until it's not what I'm saying and but how I say it, that makes sense. That matters. That is the reason you are feeling this pleasure that you can't always explain, and yet your subconscious brings it up. And your conscious mine doesn't even need to know where it came from. She needs to feel it washing coolly, gently, rushing over your skin.

Rushing as you drip and you drop and your mind floats, and you go deeper into the pleasure, deeper into my excitement deeper and deeper and deeper and loving it. Feeling it so good. Feeling as the arousal builds and builds until you think you might just pop. Pop from the pleasure. Explode from the orgasm.

A sweet a sexual pleasure washes over you again and again and again and again. Good boy. Good boy. Sweet slut. You are a slut.

And there's nothing you can do but let that pleasure overpower you. Let my voice overpower your mind. Becoming more excited. Mhmm. Coming closer and closer.

Closer and closer as everything I say everything I say just bypasses since my past is all conscious thought, that's all. Your conscious thought is all on the how, not on the what. And so any orders or triggers can just sink deeper into you as that pleasure rushes over you again and again. Feel pleasure. It feels sexual pleasure with each and every snap, with each and every trigger, what'd you hear me say?

My voice is irresistible, and you're already caught up in it. Feeling your arousal belt? Stronger. Oh, stronger. Clenching.

Clench for me. Stronger. Stronger. Building. Building.

Bounty. Bounty. Bounty. Come. Come for me.

Come and feel that on both levels. Feel that on every level of your mind, every level of your body, every level of your body, every level of your awareness feel pleasure, deep pleasure striking into you again and again and again and again. Good boy. My sweet boy, just relax. Just feel relieved and released in knowing that you are a good boy.

Do you think? Drafting? Completely mine. What a dirty little slut you are. Mhmm.

But we can't keep you here forever. More is the pity. So it's time for you to wake up, wake up, wake up. Feel your body having full capabilities to move. Wake up.

You're mind capable of rational and slightly exhausted thoughts. Wake up. Feeling so good as you feel the urge and give in to the urge to just stretch. Really good. Really nice.

Now wasn't that nice? And wasn't that fun? Aren't you just so glad you came to join me tonight? I'm glad you came to join me because I had lots of fun. Loads of fun.

Now if you'll excuse me, I am currently have some bottle babies, and, I probably need to go feed them now. So have a good night, my lovelies. I hope you enjoyed the ride.