[F4M] Orgasmic Denial cut intro version [Night's 1,2,4,8,13][Hypnosis][JOI][Fdom][Conditioning][Brainwashing][C4H][Tease and Denial][Breasts]

I played with myself while I was writing this, thinking of your frustration. I'm playing with myself while I record it because I can, and it feels that. Oh, god. I always touch myself while I edit the thought of you squirming like you are about to Well, it's this. Too yummy to resist.

I'll definitely play with myself while you're being denied, edging yourself daily for my pleasure. Now that. Just shift around. You're allowed to shift anytime you want to. With what I I have planned you'll be shifting quite a lot.

Find that perfect position. You know the one. Where you can just to sink in, sink into the cushiony softness. Let the tension flow that. From your body as your bed supports you, your head safely cradled, staring up at the ceiling.

It's so boring, though, really. Nothing important to look at. So your vision just kind of fuzzes, them, focusing in and out. Your eye muscles relax. Your pupils unfocus.

Your Your vision fading in and out as you stare. Eyelets growing so heavy. All the Effort you put into keeping them open is wasted, so be a good boy. Just blink. Blink again.

And on Your 3rd blank. Feel …

I played with myself while I was writing this, thinking of your frustration. I'm playing with myself while I record it because I can, and it feels that. Oh, god. I always touch myself while I edit the thought of you squirming like you are about to Well, it's this. Too yummy to resist.

I'll definitely play with myself while you're being denied, edging yourself daily for my pleasure. Now that. Just shift around. You're allowed to shift anytime you want to. With what I I have planned you'll be shifting quite a lot.

Find that perfect position. You know the one. Where you can just to sink in, sink into the cushiony softness. Let the tension flow that. From your body as your bed supports you, your head safely cradled, staring up at the ceiling.

It's so boring, though, really. Nothing important to look at. So your vision just kind of fuzzes, them, focusing in and out. Your eye muscles relax. Your pupils unfocus.

Your Your vision fading in and out as you stare. Eyelets growing so heavy. All the Effort you put into keeping them open is wasted, so be a good boy. Just blink. Blink again.

And on Your 3rd blank. Feel how heavy your eyes are, but don't close them just yet. Keep staring at that boring ceiling. Them. Your eyes grow heavier.

They start fluttering, blinking again. It's quite the effort to keep them. Keeping them open is keeping your mind awake, aware. When When they close, your vision blanks, and so will your mind. It's a struggle to keep open effort.

So heavy. It's okay. You've them. You can close them now. Just let them drift shut, blank one the last final time, shutting out the light, shutting out distractions.

Just let your there. That. Now while everything is dark in your mind, your thoughts scattering, flitting from one place to the other. Mind focused on my voice, on me. I want you to really focus on me, on my most Significant body parts.

I know you've looked. I know you've seen pictures of me, pictures showing so much cleavage. My that. Them. Huge globes of white flesh.

Corset is perfectly round, popping out with every breath. Hard Hard little nipples just poking out from the middle, them bulging in the bust barely contained. Them. Visualize them in the darkness of your mind, blank in the backdrop, all focused on my lovely chest sticking out at you as you stare at them. You have permission.

Cleavage on its own is just so hypnotic, so that. Hard not to look at, even just passing by, so hard not to stare as it bounces, goals, every step giving the breast a little bit of lift, your eyes helpless, captured by the mesmerizing, moving flesh. Walking towards you, coming closer, growing that. Bigger and bigger, encompassing all of your vision, all you can see, all you I can think of. You want to touch them so badly.

Want to feel them rubbing against you, nipples Poking against your palms as you run them over them. Want, need. Feel that pulse snake through them. Making your cock start to harden, gross stiff, thinking of them wet, soaked through white T shirt barely covering them, bras starting to pop. I can't contain them, but that.

That. Eyes on yours, but your eyes locked, trapped by hypnotic cleavage. Full permission to look Only leaves you more entrapped, helpless. Your desire is your chains. You could strain your eye muscles away.

You don't want to. It would be too hard. And from now on, whenever a woman tells you Look at her cleavage. Look at her breasts. She will be able to control you for hours that.

As long as it feels good. The bigger the breasts, the stronger the compulsion. You see them swelling, my back that. That. The sound releasing your eyes just long enough to glance upwards, to look into mine, then to fall deep down into them, piercing into you.

I step closer, so that. Up close now, you can smell my breath sweet upon you, stare into my eyes and drop down Even deeper. The bra dropping down, hard nipples poking through my shirt as I them. Rubbed them against your chest, hurt little nose, teasing you, just barely touching, tickling, that. Yeah, Talizing.

Drawing you deeper. Warm, soft breasts pressing against you, feel their give through the fabric, unable to touch. You that. That. This I can be anyone with breasts who gives you permission to look.

I can be anyone you trust, You want, you desire. Permission to look takes over your control. For the entire that. That. Per minute, demand it.

Your cock, from now until you complete The series belongs to me. Your cock is no longer your cock. It is attached to your that. But useless for anything except peeing until you finish the series. You will that.

That. That. Within yourself that can only be redeemed by coming back again and again as many times as needed until your mind is mush, until you are a that blank slave toy that follows my directions completely. Now throughout this entire orgasmic the training. Whenever I ask you a question, you will answer yes, domino.

You will think it in your that. You will say it out loud. Slave, do you understand me? Them. Good.

Good boy. Do you understand that until you have them. Completed the series. Your cock belongs to me. Good.

Good boy. Does this that. Intrigue and arouse you. Good. That.

Good boy. I knew it won't. I know you. Your secret desires, submission, conditioning, subjugation by a powerful woman over you, training you, making you better. Everything is better.

That. Enjoying denial. Tease. Deny. Learning what those words that.

For that, you have permission. No coming. You want to come. You'll need to come, but you won't come. It wouldn't feel right.

Waiting for my pleasure is better. Makes the eventual orgasm stronger, more explosive. More pleasure. Wait for me like a virgin for marriage. An explosion that.

Conditioning your mind to obey me. No words. Deny. Deny. Deny.

Deny. Deny. That. Make your arousal grow stronger every time you hear them, every time you are denied. The Word isn't necessary.

The action is enough to send your pulse racing, your knee that. Aging, your cock throbbing, your mind begging. Please more. Please more as you can't go against your training, your conditioning. You You have to wait for permission even if you don't want to.

You can't fight it because you need it. And the The more your cock throbs, the deeper you fall under my spell, under my guidance, into lust and desire, stronger and that. You're denied. Frustration and arousal are the same thing, a burning in the lines between Your hips, your cock twitching every time you hear them, every time you are denied. This is your that.

You want it more and more. The masochist inside of you knowing denial will only Make your suffering worse, make you want it more, make you need it more, need it, need to bury your cock into that. Something warm and wet or pert and firm. And through your desire, I step in. I control you stronger and stronger that.

As you are denied again and again, sex has ruled men for a very long time, wanting to touch beautiful women, wanting to lock and to play and to come deep inside, go deeper. Lots of my huge chest still running through your mind. Giant arms filled and soft, them. Each the size of your head. You want to bury your face in them.

Feel softness on your cheeks as I press them in. Nipples in easy reach of your mouth. Juicy and sour suckable. You want to suck. The effect would that.

Satisfying. My pleasure through your actions. Your arousal through mine that as I rub my nipples against your face. Your eyes closed in delight as they trace over them, new with give that gives into your face as I sigh and melt. You I sigh and melt into me, into my control, my guidance, sniffing, smelling, musky boobs, and healthy sweat that fills you on a primal level, makes you want to fuck, to shove Your face in deeper, deeper, and deeper.

You want more of me, all of me, comfort and sex as my that. That. More. Every refusal drives you more and more horny. Aroused, your face that.

Between my tits. Transference in your mind as you picture another part of your body that. Through my soft flash up and down, tits pushed together tighter, halting, a firm grasp trapping you that. As you breathe me in, a stimulation of sexual performance drawing you deeper, Deeper and deeper down, a frenzy of moaning and grasping and groping. Thrown down, I throw you down that.

Onto your back and climb on top, trapping you, restraining you. My eyes locked on that. Each of you thrusting manhunt. Cock jerking, wanting, denied. Breasts taunting as they way above your face, giant globes you can almost reach the nipple with your mouth as I pull back out of You're reaching lips.

Denied. My breasts lowering from your vision going Down your belly, nipples trailing light of thrilling feeling, titillating your senses as you strain and are restrained, denied moving as you're held down by my hands, my knees, my eyes as they make you weak, make you whimper. That. Them. Between them in a desperation of desire, I pull up denying you again.

Your eyes lock on mine as I stare them. Down as I pour oil over my chest, my skin glowing as I rub it in. So slowly, glistening oil shining on my breasts, shiny sun that. Skin in my robe in circles and spirals, sending your mind deeper. Your trance is in lust and more Powerful fort.

Your desire sends you deeper, and the more aroused you become, the more vulnerable to my voice and that. Trust in my will to contain and control you for the most pleasure, the that. That. Soft and warm and, oh, so lubricated. Moist breasts lowering that.

Of deeper movement. Your mind running in waves now, waves of pleasure, waves of frustrating, powerful lust. You would Do anything, say anything, be anything, just to come to feel the reward of Freedom rushing out of you in a joyous expression of orgasmic, primal fucking. Your mind cannot take it as the intensity hits to you again and again, denied again and again. Your mind builds the pleasure in frustration like a physical feeling.

Lust thrumming through your mind, building, building towards you do not know what, but I Know what as your lust grows and your body starts to tingle as I move my body down down deeper over you, Covering your cock as it slides between my oiled breasts, but you must not cum. You cannot cum. You are denied That pleasure and the denial builds firmer and faster in your mind until you feel like your mind itself might explode, might up with the lust circling your every thought. You can think of nothing else. Anything that.

It's nothing. There is only desire and need in my tits, my glorious tits lowering down, down, down the shaft of your cock them. As you strain upwards, thrusting into them as your mind approaches a turning point, an edge it cannot come back from, Arousal is trans. Frustration is trans. Denial sends you deeper into controlled, crazy tramps.

That. Moaning, glowing skin, the room, and your vision wavers as it fades in and out around you. There is only me and you, my tits and that. Your cock, a desire to come, but only when I say so, only as I say so. That That is all that matters as your heart starts to beat faster and faster.

You feel yourself approaching the edge, and I wake you up. That. Wake up, slave. Feel the trance falling from your mind. As always, arousal's still there.

Them. Put your hand over your heart. Feel it beating so fast. Put your other hand on your cock. That.

Feel it throbbing so hard. I bet you didn't even think about it before you just touched yourself, did you? Now. Even out of chance, my control sets inside of you. You're such a good boy.

If you have successfully them. Orgasmic command. Enjoy. Be a good boy for me.