{SUBLIMINAL}

Let it out, let it all out

Let it go, let go for me

Time to release everything for me

Whenever you need

Whatever you need

(The Orgasm Button Subliminal)

(Hush Subliminal)

(Euphoria Subliminal 3)

Aww~

You’ve finally had enough? Is the pleasure just too much for your one little body to handle? Gooning and edging and savoring and building, building, building—

Over and over again with no cathartic release of all that pressure… No explosive grand finale… You poor thing, feeling so, so good with no thought or end. It must be so hard for you~

Well, don’t worry, I won’t make you do any of that right now.

Mhm! No gooning. No touching. Just cumming!

As long as you can do that without touching~

Since all that edging was apparently just so torturous, I’ll just make you do the exact opposite!

No more need to goon. To touch. To hold on tight to that overwhelming pleasure… No need to even move at all!

Just… relax. Every muscle in your body… There is no need to hold on any more… No need to clench… No need for stiffness… This is your permission to let go and let everything out.

Your cum, when it comes, but first, your tension.

Your breath, in long, slow releases of air. Out through a lax and loose jaw. Brushing soothingly over a limp tongue, through soft, parted lips.

Your muscles, release them. Let them relax. Your bones and organs, too. Like your body, and everything within it is gradually softening like butter, on its way to becoming a leaky mess all over the countertop.

Starting with the outermost layer that is most exposed to the room’s temperature. Your skin, so soft and warm… Your muscles, melting off of your bones, before your bones, warm from the melty muscles, dip and bow and follow them down, into the melted puddle of you.

And as your skull sheds away to reveal your brain, that too, becomes one with the warm, shapeless liquid, gives way to the slightest touch, adheres to my fingers and my words. Not because you are actively holding on to them, but because they move you. Stir you. Shape you.

There is no longer any need to squeeze, or fight, or resist. To no longer perch any part of yourself on the edge. You can melt. You can let go. I am giving you permission. No matter what I may have previously said or conditioned into your malleable little brain~, you can let go of it all and reallocate all of yourself into this moment, and this moment alone.

Any time I’ve told you, “you’re not gonna cum~”, to goon, to touch, to hoard your pleasure… Let go. Let those words leave you, slip out of your loose, slippery, melted mind. At least for the duration of this session. Because we are here, now, and I am telling you that what I am telling you now, in this moment, is all that matters right now.

And you understand this about as much as any puddle of butter would, and you are, also, equally as susceptible to turbulence. When you’re so relaxed and melty and ready to be used in whatever recipe I have planned. Flowing wherever you are poured. Mixing into whatever ingredients that happen to accompany you. Helplessly moved around and around as I stir in circular motions… Fold, press, and emulsify. Becoming the culmination of all of these machinations. A tasty little treat~

And when it gets hot – and it will – the reheated butter gets soft and melty again… Leaky… Not by choice, but simply because that is how chemistry works. How it behaves because of what it is. How you behave, because of what you are~

And… When it gets hot… That sweet, molten core where all of the decadent goodness has been simmering and scalding your insides, desperate for an escape, a release, barely contained within your sweet little body… With nowhere else to go… Will burst. Pop. Explode~

Hot, explosive pressure, trapped inside of you… Pooling heat… The alluring pull in every direction, becoming violent, insuppressible… It’s only a matter of time before it punches through you with all of the cumulative force you’ve been pushing down, all at once, making a hot, spattering mess~

That, or I can simply break you. Gently pull you apart… Hold you, while the gooey filling oozes out in strong, thick, but gentle ribbons.

Either way, the result is the same, and there is something both options have in common:

You have no control or say in the matter~

You’re just a melty, malleable, boneless, spineless, little thing. You don’t do things. They happen to you. You don’t move. You do not think. You do not try. You don’t even fully understand what that means. You are just a goopy mess in my hands~

Or at least… You will be~

When I heat you up… That filled tank in your center will boil, putting you at risk of steaming… Burning up, exhausting… Bursting open at the seams, pushing out all of that pressure all at once in one big relieving release..

AKA: Cumming your brains out~

Don’t worry, honey, I know, I know. When you get all heated like this, thinking isn’t your strong suit, so I’ll cool it with the metaphors~

But I absolutely will not cool it with the heat~

Not until it is blooming across the planes of your skin… Low in your gut below your navel… Building in between your thighs… You know, the kind of heat that makes you squirm and press your little legs together… Sending a shiver down your back… The kinds of feelings that you can’t just shake off.

Cannot simply.. Contain~

The intense feelings that seize all of your thoughts attention for one singular purpose. One irresistible destination. The kind that turns you into a dazed, sex-brained slut that can’t concentrate on anything else but cumming your brains out~

Maybe you’re feeling them now, after so much agonizing edge, edge, edging.. All that stored, mind-numbing, brain-fogging pleasure… Maybe you’re a little frustrated with your past-self for putting yourself through this… For thinking this self-torture would be fun~

It is… But I understand the need for a release from such an aching, throbbing reality~

I know how badly you need it, baby… Because here you are, listening, waiting for your cue to release…. You need it so badly that you are here, letting me toy with you within the bounds of my promise~

Just listening to my voice, just allowing me to take to lead, to gently guide you under, down, into a calmer, blissful pleasure that shifts into an all-consuming, overpowering pleasure that simply cannot be contained inside of one body, before you’re even aware of what’s happening.

Or…. Perhaps I will DROP you into the saccharine vat all at once, leaving you to simmer and bubble helplessly, breathlessly, hopelessly~

Overwhelmed by the swirling currents of heated need~

Cranking up the heat and walking away… Leaving you to steam and evaporate away… Surrendering yourself to the heat until there is nothing left of you but concentrated, sickeningly sweet pleasure sticking to the bottom of the pan.

Shhhh…. Don’t worry, baby…. I won’t do that… I won’t walk away… I’m here… I’ll be here… I don’t want you to have your release without me~

I want you to enjoy your much anticipated orgasm, just for me, just while I’m here.

And by “here”, I do mean… Here and only here.

Listening to this file like this… This is your only chance to relieve yourself~

And don’t even think about forgetting… You’re not allowed to touch yourself during this session, you hear me?

DROP your hands, DROP any thoughts about using your hands, or any part of you or your surroundings to disobey my order.

You may cum…………… To my voice. My voice alone.

And if it doesn’t happen this time…. It’s back to chastity for you.

Well, not quite chastity! You’ll still be able, allowed, to goon and edge as much as you want, just like you were doing before… You’re just…. Not gonna cum~

Not unless you’re here, listening to this file, the only time you have my explicit permission to let go. To release~

But if you fail, and I won’t be disappointed if you do – I know my prior conditioning is strong… Stronger than you… You can just try again!

But.

Shhhh…..

You must first listen to “You’re Not Gonna Cum”. Do you understand?

It’s simple.

You are listening to this file right now. You have permission to cum during this file. At any point in time. And for the duration of this file, you are not allowed to touch yourself. If you cheat, you’re not going to fucking cum. You will lose your permission to let go of your painful pleasure if you touch yourself.

I know, it’s not fair…

Did you expect me to be fair~?

If you Obey me like the good subject I know you can be, you can have that catharsis you desperately yearn for. If it doesn’t…. Come…. Your punishment is to listen to “You’re Not Gonna Cum”. It doesn’t have to be immediately after this file ends, but it does need to be before you listen to this one again.

You can try as many times as it takes. No pressure~!

… Aside from the pressure torturing your cock or your cunt or whatever you like to call it~

But yes, no pressure, unlimited attempts… Very simple rules:
No touching while you listen to this file
And listen to “You’re Not Gonna Cum” in between each and every listen

Two simple rules!

Aside from that, like I said before, I just want you to relax and enjoy the sensations my voice smothers you with. Let go of that practiced restraint you use to goon and edge and deliciously deny yourself. Let go of the energy needed to put that restraint into practice. Let all of your muscles go… limp… It’s not like you need to be using them right now~

You’re not allowed to use them. There is no point in trying. No point in acknowledging their existence. Let go of them~

Let go of every clench, press, squeeze, and every technique you’ve used to hold yourself back.

Let go of whatever thoughts or worries you may have about putting this streak of dry, unresolved pleasure to an end. You’re already here. You’ve already made your choice. You’ve already hit your breaking point. You are already desperate enough to be here, begging for your freedom with your presence.

No need to push anything… Just let whatever happens, happen. Enjoy the ride. Let go out your ambitions. Let go of your fight. Release your expectations.

Just let me give you what I know you need~

Let go, baby.

DROP.

Let my words wash over you.

All of you.

Every part of you.

Exploratory and greedy… Almost as needy as you are~

It makes no difference to me whether you cum during this session or not… But I will give you all the necessary components to make it happen. Because I’m just that nice~

And I also cannot help it, being sexy.

How lucky for you…. Being able to enjoy me like this~

Full permission to cum… Full permission to let down your walls… To break through the dam…

To Explode, just for me~

While I’m here, encouraging you to cum!

How good it will feel… To Obey such a pleasant command… To cum… To let it all out for me… When I’ve told you, that’s what I want you to do~

Cum… Cum with me right here…. Only when I’m here… When we are here~

Listen… I’m just being so generous…. Ensuring that your eventual release will be as delectable as possible!

Because I will be here…

The only time I will tell you myself that you are allowed to let go… Release~

Shhhhh…. Let it happen…. Whatever happens will happen… Whether you cum or not is none of your concern right now. You will know exactly what you need to do either way.

Whether you cum your fucking brains out~….

Or you listen, again, to “You’re Not Gonna Cum”, and then come right on back.

How quickly you do that depends on how badly you need to cum~

And I have a feeling that you need it so fucking bad~

Shhhhh….. DROP for me, baby….

Just let it happen….

Allow my words to nose their way down your body… Reverent…. Dirty… Naturally and effortlessly lewd.

Lips brushing your neck… Hot breaths ghosting over your sensitive nipples… Tender touches where you need them most… Where you need me most~

Not-so-tender touches holding you down and making you fucking take it, pinning down your limp, submissive body by your hips and shoulders, sliding a hand under the small of your back to pull it up into a beautiful. needy fucking arch…. Sliding a knee between your legs and rutting into you, rubbing like I’m trying to spark a fucking fire.

And every reactionary whimper, cry, and plea, only makes the touches more ruthless, to reward such adorable behavior~!

Every acceleration in your breaths, your heart, your pleasure, is met with an equal acceleration of my ministrations. The more your pleasure builds, the more I give you in return.

The best kind of feedback loop. Exponentially screaming, back and forth and back and forth until the speakers are blaring and shaking like they’re going to fucking Explode.

That’s you~

Are you going to Explode for me~?

Are you going to fucking cum for me~?

Gonna ride the Euphoria until you fly at full-speed over that cliff’s edge…. DROP and free-fall, cracking the sound-barrier, ears ringing, muscles compressing from the sheer force of it~?

Or are you going to rise and rise and fly and coast and float all the way up to the sun, but slip just a finger’s length away?

Maybe you’ll get so torturously close, and then you’ll have to edge and goon all over again before you can come back and earn that release.

Maybe then, you’ll get close, too, and still not make it~

Because I’ve told you that you can disregard the conditioning that prevents you from cumming while you are listening to this file, but… How much will your body let you, I wonder? How will your obedient little brain interpret such conflicting commands? Which desires will overcome the others? Which version of me is more convincing to you~?

What is it that you truly want to happen? Deep down inside on a subconscious level?

We’ll find out, won’t we~?

Either way…. When your backed-up pleasure finally does crack… Eventually… Today, or years from now… You’re not gonna cum… You’re going to scream~

Just for me~

This immense, delayed pleasure I once promised you. Will be because of me.

That’s the foundational fact beneath all of this.

Whether you cum or you do not… You are Obeying me either way.

You’ll get your release…. At some point…. It cannot be predicted…. Except for the fact that it will be while you are listening to this file. Then, and only then, now, and only now, do you have permission to Explode~

Not after, not during another file that instructs you to cum, and certainly not during “You’re Not Gonna Cum”, when you’ll be touching and gooning to your heart’s content.

It will feel amazing… Especially if you do it right after listening to this file, but it will also fucking hurt.

It will be such a heavy burden to feel so good, I know~

But you can do it~

You have to do it.

Because you physically, mentally cannot cum, unless you are here, with me, and my permission to release~

Letting only my voice touch you… Hold you… Caress you…. Stroke you…. Nothing else~

Can you do that for me~?

Of course you can!

This is as inevitable as the melting of butter under the heat of the sun.

The melting of you and your body’s restraint under the heat of my influence.

Mhm, that’s right~….

You can do this

You will do this

You’ll get your release~

Now, or some other time you listen to this file~!

Shhhhh…..

That’s it….

Let go….

Let it out….

Let it all out….

Your resistance…

Your true nature…

Your whimpers and moans….

Your desperation…

Your delicious need~…

Relinquish it all to me…

For me…

Because of me…

Ride the Euphoria…

Explode….

If you can~…

While this file lasts….

No need to try….

It will happen when it happens~

Just relax… Let go… Enjoy the ride I’ve prepared for you!

Edging and gooning when you are not allowed or able to cum…

Returning here… To where you cannot touch, but are allowed and able to cum~

Over and over and over and over again, as long as it fucking takes to get that release you need~

Unless you can cum right here, right now~

Cum~

Cum~

Explode for me~

…

Well? Did you cum~?

Either way…. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again~