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I love summer.  It’s such a wonderful long season of relaxation.  The heat of the long slow days causes you to move at a lazy pace.  Nothing rushes.  Nothing moves in a hurry.  You might as well pour yourself a tall glass of something cold and sweet; put a few ice cubes in it. Sit back and set your mind to the most sexy, hot, wild fantasies you can.  Close your eyes. Hold that sweaty glass up against your forehead and let the cool drips slide down.

My goal for this summer is to produce one new Circle file each month, and to begin the second set of files in my Devotional Training Series.  I love writing and recording erotic hypnosis files.  And I so enjoy writing other erotic tales as well.  In fact, I invite you to follow this link to a long romp of a story which I co-authored with a dear friend.  In this story, I am “Princess Eva,” and used this pen name for the story.

Drop me a line and let me know what you think:  A Host’s Ordeal

 

The Pleasures of Tease and Denial

To be perfectly frank, I have never met a man who did not enjoy teasing.  Oh, some have more tolerance for it than others; some crave it; some loathe it but can’t resist it, just as a ruined orgasm is either hated or loved.  I am tease and denial’s #1 fan.  It’s a powerful way to enforce submission.  You are in such control of that cock when the release is one slick stroke away.  Bringing it closer and closer to the edge of orgasm…and then letting go.  Doing this over again, and over, and over again until the mind seems to swirl with dark and light, you are one pure, vibrating stream of desire, and you feel absolutely helpless.  You are completely focused- every inch of your being- on me.  You are focused on my hand, my expression.  Teasing builds endurance and submission.  It cultivates devotion.  And I recommend a healthy diet of it.  This is why I’ve decided to create an erotic hypnosis tease and denial endurance file.  Lick your lips and wait for it.

Tied Up

hands chained

Chief among my many fetishes is bondage.  I love rope.  I love rope.  I also love leather, straps, jackets, hoods, chains, and…mmm…latex. I look wonderful in latex, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, I take advantage of opportunities to wear it.

You can switch out the rope for straps or buckles; put on a collar and leash, a ball gag, pump gag.  But the key element to any scene is mental bondage.  Mind control. You know what I mean,  the inexpressible joy of being tied to someone, bound to her, controlled. Told what you will do, and what you won’t.  Your hands tied at the wrists, or better yet, behind your back as you lie flat on  your stomach; legs roped and cinched at the ankles, calves, above the knees.  Maybe you’re gagged, maybe hooded.  More rope now around your waist. She pulls the lead rope from your ankles up, high up, tightly, to the loop at the back of your hood.  Suddenly, you find you are hog tied. And you don’t know how long you’ll be left there, made to endure.   You are totally at her mercy, her pleasure. You are her possession.  You are her toy.  And this is what you want, I know.  There is nobility in such endurance in yielding to the bonds, relaxing into the fact that you cannot escape.

What if you haven’t an opportunity to play with rope, be tied by a mistress or a master?  What if you crave the feeling of being held tight, or tethered to someone, or simply told not to move–for a while.  Well, there are virtual ropes.  Invisible ropes, tied in tight elegant knots within your own mind. Your mind as it is controlled in erotic hypnotism.  Stay tuned.  I have a lot more to say about that.