"Obey the sound" part 1 of 4

January 11

Mmm…
I know what you came here for.
Not my hands.
Not my mouth.
Just my voice.
That dark little addiction of yours.
You need it.
You crave it.
You’ve trained yourself to melt at the sound of me—
and tonight…
I’m going to break you
with nothing
but words.
So listen—
closely.
Let every syllable sink into your skin
like claws beneath velvet.
Let it sting.
Let it burn.
Because this isn’t comfort.
This is control.
I don’t want you moaning yet.
I want you writhing in stillness,
biting your tongue
because I haven’t given you permission
to make a single fucking sound.
You want release?
Earn it.
Earn it with obedience.
Earn it by trembling every time I lower my voice like this…
and command you to breathe.
That's it.
Breathe slow.
Deep.
Don’t you dare touch yourself.
Not yet.
You think this is for you?
No.
You're mine.
My toy.
My supplicant.
My *** little sinner who gets drunk on dominance
and whimpers when I pause—
like you’re begging me to speak again
just so you don’t fall apart in the silence.
You love that, don’t you?
The power I have over your body
with nothing but tone.
I own your focus.
Your pulse.
That delicious tension you feel curling low,
tight, unbearable.
And I’m going to leave you like this—
straining.
Begging.
Starving for a command
that may never come.
Because you don’t get to come apart
until I say so.
And right now?
I like you ruined.
I like you wrecked.
Still.
Silent.
Listening…
Good.