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.

Allow me…

Greetings,

I’ve had a wonderful response to my file “Bound in Circe’s ropes,” and in reply, yes, I will do more files on the bondage theme.  Right now I am working on a new file which has to do with enduring difficult training.  Ah, yes…another of my favorite themes.

Bondage has long been a fetish of mine.  In fact, I’ve met many people over the years who say their introduction to more exotic adventures was that first time being tied up.  Oh, you know…that evening when she removes the bathrobe sash, or he re-purposes his neck tie. Perhaps there’s some fear at first, until that stone cold rush is transformed into exhilaration, the excitement of surrendering to the person who wants to control you. And there is something so deeply, sensually satisfying about not having a choice.  About letting go.  Because in truth, this is what you want, don’t you? –the freedom to set aside the veneer.  Well, I am happy to assist.  Follow me, and listen to me.  Allow yourself to sink gently, deeply into my control.

Invisible, Sexual, Rope

Hello, trance lovers,

Thank you for your enthusiastic emails of encouragement.  I’m so glad you are enjoying my new website.  And therefore…I am happy to reward my listeners with a new free file, “Bound in Circe’s Ropes.”  Come and enjoy a long, slow, relaxing induction.  And when you are deeply in trance,  I will invite you to experience the pleasures of sensual bondage as I tie you in my virtual ropes and coax you into an even deeper state of erotic hypnosis, and obedience.

What is it that makes bondage so hot?  For me, it’s the transition between being in control and accepting, with each new rope added or knot tied, the progressive state of yielding.  First you have full determination of your wrists and ankles, your arms.  You can move your fingers or legs as you wish…yet little by little you must give up the notion that you get to decide how you’ll turn your hand, or place your foot, and when.  Perhaps the deliciously sexual thrill is knowing that the person tying you in bondage is doing so in order to take charge.  Of you.  And once you are restricted, who knows what manner of salacious deeds might take place?  Why don’t you download the file and check it out?

~Circe                                                                                                                                                                     k6501871

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.

Surrender

We spend so much time fighting to stay on top.  Worth and value are so often measured by how much control we have over a situation.  If it’s time we’re fighting, did we ‘beat the clock,’ meet our ‘dead’line, adhere to the strict parameters of a due date?  If the matter is a product or assignment, a goal or challenge to be met…do we measure ourselves by how well we mastered or bested each thing?  Of course we do. And it can be so exhausting, that struggle to be on top all the time.  Even if we are naturally very good at it. We seem so very good at control.

I’d like to suggest, though, that we’re good at control because underneath the appearance of being on top, there is a person—perhaps you—who must struggle hard to keep that foothold, and it’s exhausting. You can be so harshly self-critical. You’re so hard on yourself. After all, if you eased up, chances are you might not meet the deadline or make it to the top tier.  And then what?  Your advantage might start to slip away. You might find yourself vulnerable to the control of another.

It goes like this:  little spaces open up.  Maybe it’s fatigue or having too much on your mind, but you neglect something (as you are bound to do), an important meeting you forgot to jot down; not correcting an error you noticed early on; letting your frustration show by accident.  And that something, that flaw has a consequence—maybe large, maybe small.  It is an open space that lets the air in. You are no longer the exemplar of Take Charge.  You are not super-human, and really you have no choice but to accept this fact.

If you’re fortunate, chances are someone like me will be there, reaching for those open spaces where the air and the light come in.  Wanting to stretch you open, and to deepen that space until you are filled, surrounded by me.  You are enclosed within the tight unambiguous walls of my control. You can fight, but it’s so good to feel the tightness of the ropes, or the bonds or the walls.  It’s a relief to be told what to do for a change.  To let me make decisions. It’s heavenly to yield that power to me.  For the rewards of surrender are feeling so intensely controlled, so free to relax in obedience.  The rewards of surrender and obedience will give you intense pleasure.

~Circe