Master’s pleasure

I just can’t get His Voice out of my head.

It echoes and murmurs, entices and cajoles. All through the day I am distracted - as little phrases and odd words drift up into my conscious mind - snag my mind and lead me off into day-dream - call me back to the file, to the pleasure of letting go - pull me back to Him...

And with the distraction - the mindless drifting - comes the arousal. I swear it’s worse than being a teenager again: I am horny all the time - pulse racing, sweaty palms, and twitching cock. Throughout the day I swear I am semi-hard - and the pre-cum just seems to dribble from me in a constant stream. I’ve had to take to wearing a jock-strap, just to try and keep it under some form of control...

But the worst thing? - no matter how hormy or how hard, I just can’t seem to cum - not unless I give in - not unless I surrender and listen again...

Maybe it was a mistake starting to listen... He said this could happen, but I admit I was intrigued by the idea of being addicted to a file - even turned on by the idea; but the reality is much more than the idea...



I try to resist - to ignore the remembered Voice and the need it stirs in me. I try to distract myself with work and TV and excersize. But the need always manages to catch me unawares - to sneak up on me in quiet moments - a relaxing wave of pleasure that gently rises and soaks my body and mind and pulls me down - down into sleep, into surrender – down to Him.

And then I find myself here again - moving like a sleep-walker: lost in the ritual as I prepare myself for Him...

Diming the lights, locking the door, turning down the phone - making sure that I will not be distracted or disturbed. Loosening my clothes, connecting up the headphones - bringing up the file on my desktop. I feel a moment of doubt - uncertainty - then another flood of relaxation and confirmation floods through me as His remembered Voice calls me and my cock twitches.

A deep breath, released as a sigh - and I click play...


Deep and quite, His voice comes: calm, strong, authoritative.

Relaxing back in the chair, listening to His voice, feeling it echo through me and worm down inside. Like warm honey seeping into my bones. Every word taking me deeper – my breathing deepening - limbs and muscles relaxing - feeling myself become lax, soft, and supple - body and mind sinking into pure bliss - surrender - oblivion...

His voice - deep and warm - friendly, calming - an edge of command, of control. A voice I know I can let go to - one I feel I can Trust. I want to let go to this Voice - I want to keep listening - to hear what He has to say. And with every word I feel myself drift deeper - into relaxtion, into sleep - into His voice...

The voice of authority, the voice of control – the voice of a Master. That Voice echoes through me – it floods me with a sense of warmth and security – and a deep need to relax, surrender, obey…

With His words, I feel obedient relaxation flood through me - – closing my eyes, His voice echoes in the headphones – close and quite, becoming the focus of my world.

Feeling my body slowly surrender - inch by inch. My legs and feet becoming soft and relaxed - open and powerless; His words and His control drifting up to my waist - then my chest and up over my shoulders - my hands unfurling in my lap as my muscles relax and my body surrenders. Feeling my body respond to His Voice: giving it over to Him - letting Him guide me, lead me, control me.

Realising I would not - could not - move without His command. My body so relaxed, my mind so entranced. Remembering to forget everything but here - but this feeling; letting all distractions go - deeper and deeper - down into the deepest of trances now - His voice guiding me down.

He speaks and I listen – listen and obey: He tells me to relax, and I feel my body respond. He tells me that I have always responded to strength, to control – and a shudder passes through me at the Truth of His words. He tells me that I have always wanted to please – and I know in my core that this is true. He tells me that all I must do to please Him now is to relax, to obey – to give myself over to Him and be happy…

It feels so good now - so good just to listen and obey. To feel Him take my body - to feel it drift away from me - to know He has it now. I feel each part as He counts me down - each limb numb into bliss and relaxation - feel Him taking them away: my feet and calves, my legs and waist, chest and arms and face. Feel Him as He takes away my whole body - it will not move now except for Him - deeply relaxed, totally entranced...

And now that He has my body, I feel His Voice turn to my mind - and feel a shudder of pleasure wash through me: This is what i want - this is what i need - to hear His voice and to know that He is taking me down. He has taken my body, and now He will take my mind. And i will let Him, because i want to listen - i want to listen and obey.

He counts me down, and with each number I feel myself drift away further, deeper – further down into obedience, into service, into slavery – down from 10 to 1 – each step bigger, deeper, further; each command allowing me to give so much more of myself – knowing that at 1 I will be fully and totally His…

With each decreasing number I feel it approaching – feel myself leaning towards it, wanting it, craving it: oblivion. To have no choice, to listen and obey, obey and submit, submit and serve – without thought, without question – surrendered only to His Voice and all that it commands. Everything forgotten but this feeling, this need… If I try to reach and find what I was before this, there is only a blank space – filled with the pure pleasure of listening and obeying – and knowing that soon I will be fully His.

Just one more number – one more leap into submission and surrender…

His Voice makes that final command – and with total commitment I make the leap – into the dark, into His Voice, into complete and irreversible service.



For a timeless moment I float in silence - suspended in blissful blankness; relaxed, i still feel my mind reaching out, thoughtless yet yearning for what i know will come next…

Through the warmth and the relaxation i am slowly aware of a quietly building sound: a binaural throbbing almost at the edge of hearing that seems to ripple up and out of my very core to snare my mind and pull me slowly... DEEPER…

Drifting down now, deeper and deeper. The slow turning tones relax me deeply, slow and still my conscious mind, open up my subconscious - prepare me and make me ready for His Voice. And as i go deeper, i feel more and more wonderful:

Entranced, enrapt, enslaved...

And now another sound - quiet and low and endlessly repeating - a mantra that hovers at the edge of my mind - and awakens within me realisation and a deep pleasure:

“Master is pleasure
pleasure in obedience
Obedience to Master
Master is all

All is Master’s
i am Master’s
i want to please
i need to Obey
i live to serve...”

Round and round, over and over - the quiet words repeat - repeat and echo in my mind - until i know that it is my true self speaking, reciting the truth of what i am, what i need.

And then, like a velvet glove enfolding my mind - His Voice comes again. Telling me to listen to the voice, to my mantra – to listen to Him and to learn to please Him – to accept and embrace the truth: that I am a slave, that I am born to serve, that I need to obey, that I hunger to please.

Mindless, open, willing - giving over to His Voice – telling me how much I love listening, how much I need the power of His Command. How I have always loved to be controlled - to obey; so easy to obey - such a good boy...

My voice turns you on doesn’t it – it always has done – that’s why you listen to my files; that’s why you are always drawn back here – to my voice, to my control. You listen to my voice and find you can do nothing but obey – want nothing but to obey. You listen and obey – and it arouses you so much to know that your obedience and surrender pleases me.

Feel my pleasure now – feel it flowing through you: your Master’s pleasure becomes your pleasure. Feel it hot and warm and pumping inside of you. Master’s pleasure, Master’s control – hot and warm and pumping through your body. Feel your Master’s pleasure – pleasure like you have never known – pleasure like nothing else you can experience. The pleasure of your Master – pumping inside of you, overwhelming you – making you Mine…

Feel it – feel my pleasure - and feel your cock get hard - feel yourself grow hot and horny… Your body obeying me – serving me – aroused by my control…

Aroused and hard and humping. Feel me inside of you – around you – holding you, enfolding you in pleasure and desire. Feel you cock, hard and helpess in the fist of my control. Your hand obeying my command now – drawn by the heat and the need - drifting down – wrapping around yourself. Feel the pleasure my Will arouses in you.

Ah yes - so relaxed, so obedient - so hard. Every stroke is like my words throbbing within your subconscious mind.

Feel me reaching down inside you now - my Voice like a hand reaching into your head - into your skull. Feel the intense pleasure of My will reaching inside of you. Feel my Will reaching down into you mind – as though I where reaching my hand into your head – slipping my fingers into the warm wet substance of your core. Pulling you on – your mind like a glove. Your mind fitting me perfectly - adapting to suit me - feel yourself conforming to my will…

I flex my fingers and pleasure ripples through you - your mind like a glossy black rubber glove coating my hand - all given over to me - in oblivion...
I reach down inside of you, through you - feel the touch of that gloved hand upon your meat - the center of yourself: pleasure - deep pleasure like you’ve never known before. Every word like a touch - every touch like sparks of pleasure - teasing, controlling, taking…

Feel me now: reaching inside of you. I am taking you - sliding down inside of you - my Will your Will - your body is mine to control. Your cock is mine to control.

My hand cups your balls, strokes and then squeezes - milking the cum inside them. My voice is the greatest pleasure you have ever felt. My voice owns and controls your very sex. Stirring, stroking...

You are so hard now - hard as a rock - balls tight and full; ah but you want to cum - how long has it been now? so desperate – you’re probably on your knees by now, aren’t you boy?

I can see you there now, boy - on your knees, eye’s squeezed shut, face so blank and open to me - cock hard and dripping with balls filled with submissive cum. Wordless moans and whimpers from that slave-boy mouth. boy wants me to let him cum, doesn’t he - wants me to make him cum...

Ah but boy – you can’t cum without my control, can you – and you can’t cum without your programming. You want your programming, don’t you boy? you need to be a good boy – you hunger to learn and please me. You do, don’t you boy - your hard cock tells me so.

Because you *are* a good boy: there on your knees for me - cock in hand - open to me, surrendered to me. Yes boy - you are a good boy.

Good boys listen, good boys obey, good boys know their Master - and obey Him without question. Good boys give themselves to their Master. And I am your Master, aren’t I boy

Good boys only cum when they’re told to - good boys train and programme themselves for their Master’s pleasure. Good boys know their slave-mantra...

You are a good boy, aren’t you boy? you know your mantra. Come on then boy - repeat your mantra - repeat your programming. Tell me what you are - who you are...


“Master is pleasure
pleasure in obedience
Obedience to Master
Master is all

All is Master’s
i am Master’s
i want to please
i need to Obey
i live to serve
my hard willing cock is His to command.

He is my Master
i am His slave:
i will do anything to please Him
i will learn anything to please Him,
i will do everything to become the slave that he wants of me

Master is pleasure...”


Slowly I am aware that the voice that I hear is my own – that His Voice has gone silent. Yet here I am, still – just as He said: kneeling, collared, hard and helpless…

The headphones are silent, yet His words still echo through my mind – and ripple through my body. Though I am now aware of my body, my mind still floats in the blissful blank of entrancement as I find myself helplessly, hopelessly repeating my Mantra - repeating and confirming and deepening their control - and my submission...

“Master is pleasure
pleasure in obedience
Obedience to Master
Master is all

All is Master’s
i am Master’s
i want to please
i need to Obey
i live to serve
my hard willing cock is His to command...”

Here on my knees - collared, owned, mindless - programmed and controlled and deepening my own addiction...

“Master is pleasure
pleasure in obedience
Obedience to Master
Master is all”


With each word my hand strokes my hard and painful cock - squeezes an emphasis on each sentence that sends a ripple of aching pleasure and need sparking through me. The dog tag on my collar rings quietly - and that soft sound seeps into my mind and simply deepens the knowledge that i *am* collared - i *am* owned and controlled - by the words, by the need to obey - and through them to the Man who has enthralled and enslaved me...

“He is my Master
i am His slave:
i will do anything to please Him
i will learn anything to please Him,
i will do everything to become the slave that he wants of me...”


Each word, each stroke – only deepens the truth, confirms the reality of what I know I am – what I need to be. This is why I am drawn back to the file – this is what entraps and enslaves me: the knowledge that only He can make me feel the truth of who and what I am – only serving Him and giving myself to Him in this way can I find this true pleasure – the bliss of surrender, the pleasure of obedience.

Everything else is meaningless – all else is forgotten – only He matters, only His voice, His control can grant me this pleasure.

“Master is pleasure
pleasure in obedience
Obedience to Master
Master is all”


Helpless, mindless, addicted, enslaved – for hours I kneel here: building my submissive need, I stroke and ache and plead and recite – surrendering all to Him with every word, every moment…

Unknowing, I wait only for the words that will release me…




And then, through the once silent headphones:

“GOOD BOY! – now: cum!”