Slip into a mesmerizing audio experience set in a sultry jazz bar, where hypnosis, suggestion, and slow-building seduction draw you into a game of irresistible surrender. A sensory story of power, desire, and playful control.
Our scene opens in a quiet jazz bar, You’re sitting at a stool, grooving to the relaxing music, when I arrive
You didn’t expect to stay long.
Just a quiet drink, alone with your thoughts.
But then I sat down beside you. Not too close—just close enough.
And I asked a question you weren’t quite ready to answer.
“Are you good at surrendering?” I asked.
You laughed. Avoided eye contact. But your pulse gave you away.
Do you remember what you said?
Right. You said, “That depends on the game.”
So let’s play something simple.
It’s called “Say Yes Without Saying Yes.”
You don’t have to answer verbally, I can tell by your body language and the way your pupils dilate.
If you’re still here when I finish explaining, then you give yourself up to me.
Ah, That’s one yes. I can see that form of consent intrigues you.
Remember, You could leave at any time.
You could finish your drink, say something clever, and walk away.
Or… you could stay. Just a little longer.
Either way, your body is already choosing for you.
Because now… you’re noticing things, aren’t you?
Maybe it’s the way my voice makes your spine lightly tingle..
It could be in the way your chest rises… just a little slower… That’s right.
Or maybe it’s the way your thighs have shifted beneath that tight, lovely skirt of yours.
You’re aware of it now, aren’t you?
That second yes… it’s in your breath.
Speaking of your skirt I admire your legs, I can see the muscles in your thighs twitch ever so slightly as you wonder what I’m thinking, and whether my mind is following slowly up your thighs to a spot that thrills you, blushing in an anticipation of what may be to come. But realizing there’s nothing she needs to do but relax.
You may notice your breathing becoming heavier now.
Or perhaps… it’s your awareness narrowing.
The room fading…
The edges softening…
And my voice becoming the center of everything.
You know that everything is okay.
You don’t have to try to relax.
You don’t have to make anything happen.
Because the third yes… is already there.
Right between your thighs.
That ache you’re pretending not to feel.
That’s the truth leaking out between your lips.
Just let it happen.
That’s right. You’ve given your third yes, and you can forget the other two now.
You give yourself whole to me, knowing I will keep you safe, and warm and protected, while at the same time allowing you permission to engage in your naughtiest of fantasies, bringing out your uniquely creative and taboo scenarios that reside safely in your mind.
No one needs to know, how horny and sexual you are. Unless you want them to. No one can judge you for the images, feelings and thoughts in your brain, because no one can know. No one, except me, and I’m a part of you.
I’m now inside your wet and naughty mind. While you could stop listening to me whenever you wish, you won’t. Now that I have your consent there will be no resistance.
If I say
Don’t imagine what it would feel like…
To kneel in front of me, right here in this bar.
You immediately picture it.
If I say
Don’t feel how your knees would burn against the floor,
or how your breath would catch when I say your name.
Then you realize how complete my power is.
Because the longer you listen…
the deeper you sink.
And the deeper you sink…
the more you want to give.
It’s already happening, isn’t it?
That sweet melting sensation.
Like silk unraveling under heat…
Like your body remembering what it’s like…
to belong to someone else’s voice.
Your voice.
Right now, it’s mine.
And maybe soon… your body will be too.
Touch yourself. Feel how swollen you are.
How soaked.
How needy.
Let it build.
You don’t need to come yet.
You can… but only if I tell you.
That’s the rule, gorgeous.
I speak…
You obey.
You almost forget we’re in a bar, in a beautiful brick basement, surrounded by wine barrels, candles and soft jazz. The sound of people is a blur, with no distinct words being heard, Their clothes are smart but casual, but their faces are also a blur. The only thing distinct is my voice.
As I stand in front of my bar stool I want you on your knees in front of me. Right now. That’s right. And I want you to notice that no one pays attention. Nothing has changed for them. You’re in the privacy of your mind. Look up now into my eyes and see my fire. How intensely I meet your gaze, almost looking through you.
And I am, because I know your mind.
“I know what you want,” I say. And if you look between my legs you’ll see what I want as I unbuckle my belt and reveal my manhood to you.
Yes, it’s just like you imagined and more. Such a smooth and lickable head. Isn’t. Yes and I want you to lick it. Now. slowly. Taste my precum and revel in my desire for you.
Mmm and as you do so I want you to think about the scene. You’re in a bar full of people on your knees licking a handsome stranger’s cock. Mmmmm. How often have you thought about that? Deep in the back of your mind. And now it’s happening. Oh look up at me my good girl. Now I want you to take me deep as I grab your hair lightly and slide right into your throat. Mmm you’re taking me easily. That’s because you are SO relaxed. Mmm feel my manhood harden beneath your tongue. Taste my precum. Yes, I want you to know me through my taste. Know me as few do. Intimately.
Oh yes, you know how to give pleasure. You feel my hand grip your hair and take you possessively as I stroke back and forth. I want you. You are MINE. You are making me feel soo good.
You catch a glimpse of us in the mirror across from the bar. It’s striking, obscene and wonderful, watching yourself as I take your mouth. Seeing the dribble of saliva appear at the edges of your mouth and slowly slide down to your chin as you feel me rocking back and forth and the growling sounds emanating from my throat. Together we’re a circuit of total and complete sexual energy. My voice is the trigger, the focus, and the act we are in is the amplifier.
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You’re incredibly wet, and now is the time for me to take your pussy.
I bend you over the bar stool, and deftly pull back your skirt to reveal your lovely ass.
You’re such a good girl for me aren’t you. Obliging and confident in the safety of your own mind. The sexually submissive woman you know and LOVE to be. You feel my hands slide across your cheeks and legs as I explore, wanting to get the most out of every part of you. Now my hands grip just under your top and one slides up to your breast. You were very smart and very daring when you went out without panties or bra.
Now you can feel my hands caress then grip you, my fingers pinching your nipples in the most arousing way.
You look around. You’re still surrounded by people. Many of them now look towards you, and it arouses you greatly, knowing your safe within your own mind. Men and women you’ve known from the past, they’re all there. The women jealous of your brazen sexuality, and the men wishing they hadn’t taken you for granted. Now realizing that you’re the most sexy, desirable and talented woman they’ve met in their lives.
I’m going to speed up now Gorgeous. I’m going to fuck you hard with arousal and purpose. As I grab your wrists now with you still bend forward on the chair, you realize you have no choice but to take me. No effort, no concern. Just let the orgasm you know is coming happen as you feel me and listen to me.
SEXY SOUNDS AS WE BOTH CUM
Good girl.
You did so beautifully.
Still here. Still breathing.
Still mine.
And you can drift for a little longer if you need to.
You’ve earned that.
Or you can open your eyes.
Smile.
Finish your drink.
And know something no one else in this bar will ever know.What it feels like…
To surrender without ever being touched.
And to love every second of it.