[F4M] Take a Chance roll 4 [Hypnosis][Harem][fsub]or[Fdom][JOI]or[HFO]or[Tease]and[Denial][Game]

Oh, hey there. Are you ready to be played with? I want your full focus on my voice and your experience, so make sure there are no distractions. Make sure your phone won't be going off, getting in the middle of our time together. Get yourself ready to go down into trance.

Lights dimmed or out, spiral ready to start spinning on your computer. They can be fun, you know, spirals. Here. How about this? Bring up hypnotic spirals on your computer or phone.

If you have some you already use, that's wonderful. Text in late is just fine as well. For those of you without ready to go spirals or images, I am sure Google can help you with this. And if you press pause at any time, I will still be here wanting to play. Take a moment to look for 1 that pulls at you.

There will be 1 if you look for it. A spiral or moving image that tugs at your thoughts, compels you to keep looking, keep staring. It's so very interesting your eyes seem fixed. It might just be a subtle subtle feeling for now. You feel a reluctance to pull away when you find the …

Oh, hey there. Are you ready to be played with? I want your full focus on my voice and your experience, so make sure there are no distractions. Make sure your phone won't be going off, getting in the middle of our time together. Get yourself ready to go down into trance.

Lights dimmed or out, spiral ready to start spinning on your computer. They can be fun, you know, spirals. Here. How about this? Bring up hypnotic spirals on your computer or phone.

If you have some you already use, that's wonderful. Text in late is just fine as well. For those of you without ready to go spirals or images, I am sure Google can help you with this. And if you press pause at any time, I will still be here wanting to play. Take a moment to look for 1 that pulls at you.

There will be 1 if you look for it. A spiral or moving image that tugs at your thoughts, compels you to keep looking, keep staring. It's so very interesting your eyes seem fixed. It might just be a subtle subtle feeling for now. You feel a reluctance to pull away when you find the spiral that entrances you so.

Make it full screen. And trance pulling you in, your focus on my voice making it easier to just let go, let my voice take you over. Slip into a nice, easy trance. Alight transfer now, but we can and will go deeper. There might be a part of your mind trying to make sense of it, trying to puzzle it out, follow it like the lines kinds of amaze.

Good. Keep doing that. Leave that thinking part of your mind up here on a visual level, puzzling the dips, the loops, oops. The lines also twisted as they move. Move so gracefully across the screen.

Concentrate on those dips. See the logic in them, the continuing loop of logic, calmly pulling you down, down, deep into trance. Patterns forming, looping around themselves. Feel your mind in tune with these lines, these forms, following them with your mind as your eyes stare air into the middle, into the blank black hole forming in your mind, this empty place. Face.

No thoughts. No thoughts because the spiral is taking all of your thoughts, your eyes feeding them in all concentration on a purely visual level, focusing all of your intent, all intent except 1. All parts of your mind let down a maze of twists lines, except the part of you listening to me, slipping in, lipping into the back of your head, running over you like a pleasant summer breeze, filling you with airy, lovely light and purpose. Such a simple purpose. My voice massaging your brain and making you feel good, making you feel limp and unable to move.

My voice like silken strands running lightly over you, holding you in place, holding your mind down in an embrace of affectionate power, dropping down and fading away. You would think all of the movement, the shiny points begging for engine would have your eyes flitting around, racing like a dog after a cat, tireless, relentless, but that's not the case. Your eyes just focus on that one spot. All of the movement and color become stillness and blankness in your mind. Feel yourself floating down to it, finding you can visualize yourself inside your mind even as your eyes remain open and staring into the screen.

A formed thought, a picture you sense without height down deep, deeper, pupils dilating, eyes growing heavier, delving deeper and deeper inside yourself, responding only to the stimuli Eli of my voice. My words, the only focus you have left, sinking in, sinking deep. In just a moment, you will hear my voice, mic lips becoming dead weight falling deep and heavy, and you feel everything else fade away as you drop into trance, consenting to being an observer, a passenger, letting me take the wheel, the stress, the worry away. You want this. It is your gate pod to peace and tranquility.

Ready? I will count you down this first time. It's so easy to just follow along, eyes following the spiral. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6. Everything already so PC.

It is harder to stay up than it is to go down. Down. Down. 5432. Down, down, one drop.

Eyes closed. Mind blank. Drop, twice as deep as before, blank and empty, feeling good. In a moment, I will instruct you to open your eyes, and you will come back up out of trance. The spiral will still be there, still pulling at you.

And when I give you the command, the spiral will tuck you back in. Your eyes stay open as your conscious mind is distracted, entranced by the movement, the colors on the or your eyes may go heavy and closed as you feel your mind sleeping under my Either way, deep, deep in trance. Come up for me now. 1, 2, 3, wake up. Eyes fluttering, opening, awake.

Still with me. Good boy. You're feeling drowsy. Why don't you just drop, 4 times as deep as before. Your eyes may stay open as your conscious mind is distracted, entranced by the movement, the colors on the screen, or your eyes may go heavy and close as you Feel your mind sleeping under my words?

Either way, deep, deep in trance, come with me. Let's have some fun. I'll take you up and down, up and down, like a roller coaster in your mind, each dip taking you deeper, twice as deep, 4 times as deep, 16 times as deep, exponentially delving deeper within your trance, bound down deep, wrapped in silken chains as my voice runs over you like softly wrapped unbending lengths of steel, pleasantly clinking against your senses, touching and teasing, rubbing so erotically over you, turning you more and more into my throng, enthralled by my voice. You won't even notice they're there. They are just a comforting weight, keeping you bound to my voice.

Each time we go up, it will be harder, more effort. Each time we go down, it will be easier, more chains comfortingly bound around you, so nice and warm, and safe. No reason to leave. Happy and secure here with me, guiding and controlling you. Let's go up again.

This time, as I count up, I want you to picture that roller coaster. Feel that bit of anticipation swirling in your stomach as each number ratchets up closer to the top to being awake. You have no control over it, and yet it is still so hard as each number takes you up higher and higher. So ready for the plunge, the deep, twisting, exhilarating passion as you slide down down exponentially deeper than before. My voice is your roller coaster pulling you up.

1, feeling as if you can hear the chains pulling on the wheels bringing you up. 2, higher and higher into the sky, into waking mind. 3, wake up. Do you feel a sense of balance, of teetering on something amazing, something a bit scary, something fun. Good.

Drop, drop down 16 times as deep as before. The trance stronger as you plunge sliding through a black black blank tunnel as you, the you of yourself that can separate and see the rest of you pulled along, goes for a ride, spinning, turning, speeding past all reservations as you drop further and deeper inter trance drop deep down into my voice, my words, my world. Calm. Relax in that place that comes after adrenaline when your body is spent and your mind content to just float. Just float for me as you float here, nice and deep, relaxed and open.

I want you to see around you a palace, your palace. Not just a home base, but an idea of sexual dream. Amyris want an intent. Endless rooms, towers that soar, and dungeons filled with intense equipment. Take everything you know about the Middle East, Arabian knights and harems filled with beautiful, sex starved women.

You, the sultan, the king of the land. See yourself on your throne, your gilded ceremonial robes flush around you, comfortable, so easily manipulated so that lewd acts can happen so quickly, so easily. You are a man of power and stature, with so very many lives. Concubines that live in idle luxury, always so eager to see you in their room, each one a beauty, each one talented in her own way, and each lovely woman with her own perverse fantasies she needs to be satisfied by. And only 1 man allowed to touch them, to see them, to pleasure them.

It is the tradition, your duty that you visit at least 1 of your wives or concubines each night, satisfy their needs while embracing your own inner lusts. My voice, the voice of your first wife, your queen, the ruler of your Rodeo. You have so many choices that I help you, guide you to fucking just the right one each night. I keep your harem stuffed with lovely women from all over the world. I train them personally.

You have your favorites, of course. You are visiting one tonight, Sasha, your concubine, scold in the arts of lovemaking, of pleasing a man. Sasha loves to tease and to build your arousal. Every muscle in her body trained to please you in some way, Sasha, of the hypnotic hips moving beautifully from side to side as she walks. So lovely as she moves, each movement graceful, perfect.

Little chimes singing lightly from the decorative golden chains circling her tiny waist. Sasha, perfectly shaped in form, a lovely woman full into her unease, such a small waist, small feet, such tiny perfection. Everything about Sasha is petite, except her hips, her breasts, and her large, dark eyes, lashes as long and dark as they close slightly in pleasure at your arrival. You always feel so strong when you come inside her. Soft and delicately, almost on tiptoe she greets you glides around you, welcoming you with a delighted smile, a sweet, happy embrace, tiny, warm arms wrapping around you as she practically dances into your touch.

Glee and bliss. Your presence fills her with delight, and she quickly removes all of your clothes, each movement as perfect as a choreographed dance so deliberate. Such poise. Fingers clasped together, little symbols between them, body covered and hidden by scarves, black and red delicate lacy scarves, as dainty as lingerie hiding just enough to make you want more. Her body's so perfect, a mystery to unwrapped as she slowly moves away from you, hand touching against your chest as she sachets, hips breathing up and down with each step as she starts to dance, leading you to her satin covered bed.

She's silky and luxurious against your skin as she pushes you down to enjoy her show. Ass firm as she moves, spinning around as her arms go up, scarves flaring like an upturned skirt as as you catch glimpses of her lovely skin, the tone and shades, such a lovely tan and olive complexion, just an amazing contrast against the black of her hair, a raven's mane of glory, cascading gating down from her back and flying into the air. She spirals around you, spinning as your mind goes down deeper into trance, experiencing the pleasure, the pleasure all around you as it sinks into you as you sink deeper, deeper, deeper, dancing her flat, slightly muscled belly, gyrating reading as she moves it, showing a mesmerizing display of flesh of control. You can't look away, torn as you're focused on it, focused so strongly, torn between focusing sing and thinking about if she can control these muscles so well. Your mind goes to what other bits of her she can squeeze at the right time, make move about in sensual milking emotions.

She moves, and your eyes move with her as she trails her fingers along your skin. A quick gesture and when a scarf falls down. Only the tiniest bit of her breasts are covered by a few red scarves, almost bursting from them. It's a wonder they can hold her in. Cleavage jiggling and bouncing as She dances as she moves, toes painted red, creating patterns on the floor as she rubs against you, her body moving into yours as she tempts you, plays with you, seduces you by Your very center, you warm, hot cock starting to pulse to the beats of her chimes, leaning against her as she rubs her ass so teasingly up against you, just barely brushing as she moves past and another scarf falls down, 2 scarves tied into a piece of fabric between a thong in a garter, strapped to her so tightly it seems to disappear between her legs, disappearing into the folds of her labia, dampened and darkened.

It's so clear how wet she is, how much She wants you. Each graceful movement concealing how much it makes those scars, the knot tied expertly in them, this knot rubbing against her clit with every movement. Sasha smiles directly at you as she is unable to hold in a moan, moving closer and closer to you. Her face close to yours, she bites her lip with a wickedly innocent look as her hands move over your chest, rubbing, touching, Massaging her weight down as her hips sway, her pussy grows wetter, and she stares at you, challenging. Her hands move lower, finding and cupping your balls, rubbing them between her fingers as she bends down slowly from the waist, mouth hovering over the tip tip of your cock so close you can feel her breath warm and tantalizing, moistly brushing rushing against your throbbing cock head.

Your hips unthinkingly move upwards, an attempt to shove inside lovely mouth, but she moves it inches away. The hand not playing with your boss comes up, Up to the scarf tying her tits in place, she pulls a simple looking knot and the scarves fall slowly floating to the ground, her lovely breasts so full and ripe, the tiny nipples perking out as the lovely dusky globes hang down from her bending low over top view. Nipples teasingly touching against your thighs as she rubs them against you, by the teasing touches as you start swaying them back and forth and all around to create spirals of sensation against your skin, feeling those spirals of sensation running over you, little waves and touches of pleasure. Breathing in her scent as your mind goes deeper and quieter, your cock growing harder and your balls feeling heavier, eyes glazed over in arousal. She He flicks her head up so she can send a wicked little chuckle your way as your eyes grasp onto hers So she takes the scarf, still warm from where it held her breasts, and brings it down, down, down to run it lightly over your straining cock.

Red silk, growing damp as it touches your tip, she takes one end of the cell, taking care to put the bit covered in your yummy precum in her teeth where her tongue can taste you, using the tension created by her mouth and one hand to run the silk lightly over your dick, a smooth sensation like warm, silky skin brushing and running over for you. You feel so good. Your cock twitches into the silky fabric, frowning, her moans in tandem with yours, each movement serving to stimulate her clit deeper and deeper, in and out, in and out, the tip of your cock coming free as she slides against the silk around the base of your car, setting into a rhythm that teases and feels so fucking gut. In and out, in and out. You grab her hair as she releases the scarf from her teeth and slowly, meticulously lets the tip of her tongue on along the tip of your cock, swirling around the top in a spiral to catch every beat of cum leaking from your cock, delving her pink little tip side, the slit of your cock, so she can get every little bit.

Sliding the silken scarf gently around balls. She uses both hands in her mouth, so close and warm to your cock, hook to make a special tie, snug and comfortable. She wraps the silk round your cock and balls, binding them so every sensation you feel is even stronger, more intense as her fingers play lightly over them, as her mouth swallows your cock, taking you deep, so deep You can feel her throat tight around the head of your cock, squeezing as she uses the amazing control she has over your body to suck blow and massage your dick with her tongue and mouth. Warm and so welcoming. In and out.

In and out. Your hands hands firmly grasping her hair, pulling her against you as you moan and thrust into her talented control. The most amazing blowjob as her hands seem to work independently of her mouth, manipulating the scarf tied around your shaft, rubbing it against your balls as your mind blanks in sexual jewel up off your cock to take a breath before slamming her face back down, using every bit of art to bring to the brink. You come closer and closer. In and out.

In Now, closer and closer to coming inside her pretty little mouth, closer as she takes you deeper, Deeper, she starts to move her head up, swirling her tongue expertly around your cock, trained to Only you, only your cock. She knows it like she knows her own pussy that she plays with every day, taking one hand you deep again. Feel it, and again, each moan sending spikes of pleasure causing you to shiver with delight. In and out, in and out, coming closer and closer to bursting. She wants to taste your cum, wants to suck it, and wants to swallow it.

She licks with no sense of shame, complete loss of control as she hungrily goes down on you, all attempts at Grace gone in her desire to make you shoot out, warm, sticky cum she knows is delicious. In and out, in and out. Her Mouth is taking your cock on a journey, and it's hot and it's wet and it's wild as you groan on the edge. And she pulls her mouth from your still twitching, needy cup, her breath coming fast as she smiles at you. Giving a low chuckle, she unbends, moves away, silken scarves hanging from your cock, the only sensation left to you.

Hips still swaying seductively, teasingly, pussy juice dampened scarves hanging from between legs, breaths coming in fast and shallow as she slows it down, Regains her composure. Takes a moment to laugh at your flustered demeanor, your lack of anything save frustrated desire. Your cock throbbing needily, helplessly as you reach for Sasha, But she dances away, laughing. She lets out a low groan filled with her pleasure at your need. Her enjoyment and your aroused frustration as she comes closer and runs her fingers across your shuddering skin.

Are you ready to play a little game with me? I'll show you why you always want to come back to me because I can make you squirm, make it exciting and a note for your cock. You can't resist me. With these whispered words still lingering in your mind, she brings forth in her hand a pair of special dice, 1 with 5 sides, 5 colors, one black and white, simple, normal, tiny white numbers indented into it on each side, 1 through Appearing almost from nowhere, you wonder where she could have concealed them. A more pressing thing thought is intruding on your awareness though, a wondering of what their intent is, what each little side of the dye has in store for your back.

She brings the dice over you, pushing you down on your back over the bed and rolling the dice over your chest, Rubbing them with her palm as she tells you the rules of her little game. It's Very simple. I'm going to roll the dice. The colored die tells us what you need to do with your cock. You are going to start just by gripping it around the shaft.

Go one. Do that now. You can reapply lube anytime you need. Use however much loopy wand. You might end up needing a lot by the time the dice are done with you.

Red means means you stroke faster. Quick, light strokes up and down your entire shaft and hand. Let's try some. Ten. I want you to stroke your cock nice and fast for me.

Ten times. A grip that won't slip, but still not as tight as I know you want to. I'll count. Stroke for me all the way up and down. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

Good boy. Now blue means slow and hard. Let's do 5 of these to start off with. Starting from the base of the shaft, holding your cock tightly in your fist as you move it all the way up until you're holding your tip. Now slowly bring it back down all the way to the root.

Let's do this 5 times. 1, 2, 345. Good. I think you're getting the hang of it. Now green.

Green is a fun one. When it turns up green, you get to do octopus fingers. Take your hand, palm on the tip of your cock, each of your fingers lengthwise on the shaft. Just pull them all up together nice and firm, wriggling around feeling so good. We'll do this 3 times.

1. All the way up. 2. There you go. 3.

So good. So good. Yellow's next. Yellow, we just play with your tip, taking your thumb woman running it lightly over her, around her. Come on.

You can do it. Use your thumb to swirl around the tip of your penis while I count down from 6, 5432 1. You're such a nice cock. Now you can come anytime you want, during any role except black. Shoot a nice, big, heavy load for me so long as you stroke as the dice say.

But the longer you wait, the better it will feel. Each roll, each full. Each extra stroke on your cock will feel better than the last. We'll build your sexual tension, your arousal higher. And the hornier you are, the better your orgasm will feel.

So You want to hold out for as long as you can because it just feels so good. Just one more roll. If the number 16 comes up, though, well, that number is special. 16, It means you have to come. Come now.

When I start counting down from 16, you will have until I say 1 to come. If you don't come before I say 1, well, you are a naughty boy, and you are going chased for the night. No more touching. 16 means you can stroke however you want. Hard mode is stroking with the color of the dye, but I'm not sure you can handle that just yeah.

And lastly, there is black. Black means stop completely. Hands all. No more rubbing of your aching cock. And so much more exciting with the scents you might not get to come.

So even though your orgasm get stronger with every rush of pleasure you get when the color isn't black. That sense of winning, of moving on closer to more pleasure, having a choice to let the pleasure sink deeply into you and come or hold on And press down on the eruption, letting it build stronger and stronger with every single roll, going deeper deeper and deeper into my control. So here's the game. I'll roll the dice, and you rub yourself however the colors say the amount of times the dice say over and over until you come. You just have to hope you get off before I roll black, or else you get nothing but very heavy, achy balls for a bit.

They'll all sink into you. Blue, slow and tight, fingers firm around your cock. Red, fast and light, the bears pressure as you stroke in a frenzy. Green, You form your fingers, pointing them down, palm slapping into the tip with every motion down as your fingers slide around, stimulating. Lighting.

Yellow, just the tip, stroking it with your thumb nice and fast, teasing. Black means no more touching, and the number 16 means it's the last roll. You can stroke however you want. You must come before 1 or your night ends in frustration. If you hedge your bets and come before 16 or black.

Your mind will drift for a moment, letting my voice roll over you, feeling little bits of pleasure as I continue to talk. You may wake up. You may Simply drift, enjoying your amazing orgasm, pleasure building with every roll, unintense experience. Are you ready? Sasha moves over you, running her fingers over your flushed skin, tweaking your nipple with a mischievous smile.

Picking up the dice in one hand, she rolls them around with her fingers, reaching down and playing with your balls, rolling them around with her fingers while you hold your cup. Let's play. Let's see what you get. She She casts her hand lightly out, the 2 dice flying through the air to crash on the table next to the as a clicking sound as the dice hit wood rolling to a star. You turn your neck to try and see, but the only results you get are what it's not.

It's not ring. Sasha makes a production of looking over the dice carefully, turning her face and smiling at you ever so sweetly me. She leans down to whisper in your ear. Here's how we play. You are my master, so of course you can come whenever you want.

Of course the longer you wait the better it will feel, your orgasm building stronger and stronger with every stroke, so you want to hold it in as long as you can. Of course, each roll is a 1 in 5 chance of being black. And when black hits, well, you're out of time. Hands off the pack, denial, and frustration the rest of the night. I'm going to keep rolling as I tell you what to do.

It will be so easy to follow along, to follow my instructions. Just drop your mind into a place of focus where all of your attention is on following my voice, Your cock an extension of the actions I speak to you. Up and down, in and out. Let's go. The color was blue and the number 6.

Blooming slow and hard, so let's get going. 1, 2. All the way up and down the shaft. 3, 4, 5, and 6. Sasha rolls the dice again, fingers still rubbing at your balls as you stroke your cock.

Red eighteen, nice and fast for me, my sultan. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, seventeen, 18. Let's gamble gun, shall we? Oh. Sasha coos while looking at the latest roll.

This one's game to be good. 20 is the number. Let's check the color, shall we? See just how long you will be stroking your cock. See if this will be the one to make you cum.

Blue, this will be nice. Feel so nice. Stroke your cock for me nice and slow as I count. 1, 2, nice and hard. 34.

That's right. Such a good boy. 5, 5, 6, 7, 8. You look so ready to burst. Nine, so ready to pop.

Ten, are you going to pop? 11, or will you wait and let your orgasm build stronger. 12, and you will come harder. 13, feels so good. 14, nice, hot cock.

15, 16, warm Roman pulsing. 17. Oh, I just want to suck it. 18th tasty between my lips. Nineteen.

One last stroke for me, honey. 20. Good boy. Another cast, another moment of thrill as you wonder what's up next. You hear a voice running into you, a crashing excitement as you hear the word black.

Your hand goes still in shock. Move it off. Stop touching your cock. Sasha moves to cuddle you, stroking you as your body cries out in frustration. Gen.

It feels good. So horny, but you can handle it. The hornier you are, the better it will feel when you do get to come the next time you play Sasha's dice game, the thrill only growing stronger and stronger, more and more addictive. Let this be your one addiction, all of that need for an exciting yet tense buildup, that guessing. When you need your sink.

When you need your fix, you come to Sasha. She takes care of you when you're thrill seeking nature, your frustration feeding, your addiction to the game to her. She loves springing you into this headspace like a chastened boy you cling to her, feeling her warmth as her petite arms wrap around you. She pulls your head into her lap, stroke in your scalp, fingers tightening in it as she turns your head to face her. No coming tonight.

Those are the rules. You nod your head still buried in her warmth. No coming tonight. Those are the rules. The loss makes the game more exciting.

Excitement is the takeaway, thrill and lust pulsing into you. I want it to pulse, your cock to throb when you wake up, hard and wanting, but still such a good boy who will outcome. Now wake up for me, my sultan. 1, 2, week. Maybe you'll have better luck next time.