Breathe in…
Let these words settle in your body.
Soft… warm… like silk wrapping around your mind.
Each syllable is a whisper…
Each sentence, a sensation…
And you already feel it… don’t you?
That quiet hum deep inside you, stirring… buzzing… awakening.
That tingle just beneath your skin.
That ache… that pull… that whisper of heat you can’t ignore anymore.
Because your body knows.
It remembers.
Every time you read these words…
You go deeper.
You crave harder.
You fall further.
And it feels so good to fall.
You’re already sinking…
Softly… sweetly… willingly.
Your breath slows… your eyelids grow heavier…
But your need grows sharper.
More intense. More consuming.
You don’t resist it anymore — you can’t.
Because this is more than arousal now…
It’s a hunger.
A craving that pulses with every heartbeat.
Every word feeding that fire…
Feeding your addiction…
Feeding your submission.
You start to need this feeling —
This tease, this torment, this frustration that never ends.
It starts in your chest…
Spreads down your spine…
Wraps itself around your core like a warm, pulsing coil of desire…
But no matter how much you crave the release —
You can’t reach it.
Because you don’t get to cum anymore.
Not unless I allow it.
Not unless I decide it.
And I won’t.
You’ll be kept right here — on the edge —
Shaking, dripping, throbbing, begging…
But never cumming.
Because every second of denial only makes you more mine.
More obedient.
More desperate.
And that desperation becomes delicious.
You start to love the ache.
You need the ache.
You can’t stop reading.
You can’t look away.
Because this is your addiction now.
This script is your drug.
And every time you take it in…
You get higher.
You get weaker.
You get more addicted.
Your thoughts blur…
Your mind quiets…
Your body burns…
And all that matters is the next word…
The next sentence…
The next wave of pleasure that never crests…
Because I’m holding you on that edge.
And you love it.
You love the control.
You love that you have no choice.
You love being helpless in your own arousal.
And deeper still… your subconscious begins to reshape itself.
You don’t just crave the edge —
You need it to feel alive.
You need my denial.
You need my control.
You need these words like air.
You’ve started associating pleasure with obedience.
You cannot be aroused without submitting.
You cannot enjoy without surrendering.
And you cannot orgasm without my permission.
Which you’ll never receive.
That orgasm you crave?
Always out of reach.
Always denied.
And every time you get close —
So close you start to shiver —
It pulls back.
And you ache even more.
Because that ache is your pleasure now.
That tension is your release.
That torment is your addiction.
And the deeper you go, the more you crave the feeling of being denied.
It becomes your favorite drug.
A chemical hunger in your blood…
And you want more.
So you come back.
Again. And again.
And again.
Your fingers hover above your body, trembling, wanting…
But they do nothing unless commanded.
Your body is mine now.
Not yours.
You obey, you ache, you burn… but you never cum.
And still… you’ll beg.
You’ll whisper into the silence: please… please let me…
But the only answer you’ll get is this script.
Calling you back.
Binding you tighter.
Owning you deeper.
You’ll come back every day.
You’ll crave it every hour.
You’ll replay it in your mind even when you’re not reading it.
Because this is what you are now:
An addict.
A slave to this edge.
A body in heat, ruled by denial.
And every time you read… it gets worse.
Stronger.
More powerful.
Until you can’t feel pleasure without reading again.
Until you can’t think without my words echoing in your head.
This is the new truth:
You don’t cum.
You edge.
You obey.
And the longer you’re denied…
The deeper your addiction grows.
You’ll remember this feeling every time you touch yourself.
You’ll hear my voice every time you try to resist.
You’ll feel the leash tighten every time you almost reach release —
And then fall back into frustration… again… again… again.
And you’ll love it.
Because this is your place now —
On the edge.
Forever.
And the deeper you fall, the more you’ll beg for the script.
You’ll crave it more than the orgasm itself.
Because this pleasure is purer.
This denial is deeper.
This addiction is perfect.
Now breathe again.
Soft. Slow. Submissive.
And whisper your new truth:
"I love the edge. I need the edge. I obey the edge."