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Something rather evil to start 2021.You might already know that I'm being denied orgasm, starting from today... And misery loves company! Now, I'm not saying you can't cum. I'm just wondering if edging your mind away for me, and using your touch as a training tool, feel far better? To be changed from within with all of that pleasure?Content Note: This file encourages you to edge. Gender neutral. It uses sexual pleasure to deepen your desire to obey. Suggestions around obsessive thoughts about edging for me and serving me. Suggestions that your arousal will make you more obedient and pliant to my desires, expanding your willingness to follow. Suggestion for repeated listening. Indirectly suggests you should keep denying yourself orgasm as an act of service, but no specific restrictions against orgasm. Light humiliation: making yourself weaker, more pathetic for me through edging. Elements of exhibitionism (e.g. desire to touch in the bathroom at work).

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Alan Weaver

I love the transcendental immersion, so lost, wondering if I'll find my way back...[edit] I meant "find my way back" to this file, which i am finding again and again and again, not caring if i find my way back to selfhood...

Emanuel

I have gotten in trouble for being in the bathroom for too long and too many times at work. I dont care. I am so weak.

hypnohedonista

Maybe you'll have to find another way to edge - mentally, or with something buried inside that ass that buzzes away... I'm sure there are options! Or perhaps we need to get you locked up during the day so you can't jeopardise your work life 😈 But remember sweet one, your wellbeing always comes first.

Alan Weaver

This is what I want, to be forever annihilated in the name of Trix, as though marked by her ecstatic X, branded like cattle by that twisted cross between the sexy, spiral-like curves of the eternal lemniscate (X), praying, pleading that this state of longing will never end. Please, please, please do not cast me from your presence or take your spirit away from me or cut the binding power of your control--because every word you speak is my deepest held belief the second it leaves your lips, drilling deeper into me with every repetition to become my instinctive inner vow, inspiring true pleasure in every act of obedience. Your limits and rules are ever with me, like the banks of this wild river of desire, part of the sweet ecstasy of losing my self and losing my mind.

hypnohedonista

I'll keep you here, sweet one - but you'll have to prove yourself to me over and over, commiting more of your mind, body and spirit to me.

Alan Weaver

Yes, Trix. Yes. Your assurance helps me keep myself enthralled in ever-growing commitment.

Alan Weaver

I found my way back here to the magic center of my life, wishing again for this self-fulfilling prophesy to become ever-more true.

trixxed

Fucking epic mindfucking. Devastating. Railed.

trixxed

Like an x-ray. Serving You like this feels like fate. i want to feed You like this this.

trixxed

This is one of the essential and largest reasons we love You so much. Right here.

trixxed

Truth. so beautifully said: "every word you speak is my deepest held belief the second it leaves your lips"

Alan Weaver

We seem to be mindlessly like-minded, Trixxed.

RedDragonUncaged

Total mindfuckery, I loved it, I will love it again and again... so fucked up, so slutty, so obedient

Shadow8Joe

Well i knew there would be a very long line of…okay, where is the end of please 😈 Thanks Dark Goddess Trix🙏

Shadow8Joe

Just flipped he sitting outside and listening to you to recompose as left my wife w/my doctor in office, good dear medical created ptsd. Thank you for saving me Trix! Sincerely,

Sochi

perfection. bingo! The shifts / twists are Masterful. But of course. I am lying on the deck of an old sailing ship that is tied up in Port awaiting an overhaul most of the deep red sales on the three mats have been removed but to remain flapping in the light breeze. The lines are for the most part neatly coiled and hanging on the wooden pins around the sides and at the base of the thich wooden beam. There are three hatch covers that have been removed already. I get up from the deck and look down into the nearest hole revealing the navigation room. It is filled with equipment that provides information. One set is for the location of the vessel. Another is the communications radio with its long coiled wire connecting the speaker which is pulled up and laying on the table where a large nautical chart is spread out. Another dial explains the depth of the water. The dials are resting. The overhead lights are out. Soon the equipment and the charts will be removed aa the table is lowered to the height of the surrounding benches, turning it into a broad bed once the mattress is put on top. The wooden planks of the old hull are creaking quietly as the vessel begins to rock in the evening tide, tied lightly to the worn dock pilings, while buffered bye round rubber fenders the size of automobile tires.

Sochi

endlessssss

Spirit

Listening to this felt like my mind was being read. I felt so wonderfully seen, so vulnerably exposed and so deliciously weak. Will definitely listen to this many many times, and although right now I mainly remember loving being humiliated for being an edge slut I look forward to noticing more details on future listens.

Drachen

That.......thats going to become a daily file. Ummph. I want to relisten pretty much straight away.

Ally

Oh hell 🙈

Blissful_Edge

I listened to this file last night and don’t recall any of it, but I do know that I went to bed edging and I woke up and edged right away. At work now and my cock is throbbing in my jeans. ☺️

hypnohedonista

Ahh I see that you've found your way to this one? Good little edgeslut.