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BE AWARE: This is part 2!


The whimpering sound he made sounded so close to sobs. I gave another sadistic laugh. “You whimper so lovely. Mmm. Oh, yes. You whimper so lovely in fact, that I’m going to give you a reward. Would you like a reward, Caleb?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.” Oh. He found his voice again. Good.


“I’m going to count down from 10 to 1 and in that 10 seconds, my voice will caress your cock. Isn’t this a lovely reward?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.” He sounded relieved.


“You should say thank you, shouldn’t you?”


“Thank you, Miss Sweet. Thank you so much.” The words tumbled out so quickly, I couldn’t help but smile.


“You are very welcome.” I count down from 10 to 8, slowly. Making sure to drag out each number, and leave space in between each one.


“10.” Slow.


“9.” Slow.


“8.” Slow.”


Then I change tactics and speed through 7 to 1 as fast as I can.


“7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. And my voice moving away from your cock.”


The torture in Caleb’s whines is plainly evident, pleasing my sadistic side. I allow to him whimper and whine for what feels like an entire minute, enjoying each and every sound, before finally whispering to myself.


“Was that mean? That might have been mean. Hmm.” I raise my voice to normal Tisty levels. “Was that mean, Caleb?”


“Yes. Yes, Miss Sweet.” Oh, the agony is still there in his voice. Joy!


“Oh. I’m so glad to hear that.”


He whimpers.


“Although, I will say, I thought I was being nice because I allowed you to feel my voice on your cock at all. I mean, I thought I was being nice.”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“So, which is it? Was I being nice or was I being mean?”


“You were being nice, Miss Sweet.”


“Aww. Very good. Mmmm. I’m glad. Thank you.”


“You’re welcome.” His voice still shakes but he manages to add “Thank you, Miss Sweet.”


“You’re welcome, Caleb.”


We are about half an hour in, so I pause session. I unfreeze him but keep him deep under and ask that he drink some water. I always instruct my Calebs to have water nearby so they can drink easily in the session, or even after the session, during aftercare, without them needing to walk away to get some. When he finishes drinking I count him back down, even though he never fully came up.


“Five. Dropping down.”

“Four. Dropping further.”

“Three. Dropping faster.”

“Two. Dropping deeper.”

“One. Deep deep deep. And freeze. Freezing your body comfortably. And you may unfreeze your mouth. How are you feeling, Caleb?”


“Very, very good, Miss Sweet.” His voice sounds like it is completely recovered from earlier. That means I can build it all back up again!  


“Thank you. Good boy. Now, I have your thighs to play with. Running my hands down your chest, down your hips, down to your thighs and scraping my nails down your inner thighs. Scraping. Scraping. Scraping back up. Scraping back down. Oh, look! I’m leaving little trail marks. Little nail marks. I am marking you up this session. That’s okay. I don’t mind. I like you wearing my marks.”


I could never get tired of his moans.


“And look at your cock. Still so needy. So needy. I do so enjoy tormenting you, Caleb. You are a delight to torment. All of these sounds you are making and the way you beg me. I’m going move my hands away from your thighs and run them down your chest, over your nipples.” He gave a small gasp.

“First the left. And then the right. And everytime I pass a hand over a nipple, you’ll go a little Blank for me. Blank for me, everytime I pass one of my hands over one of your nipples. Blank for me. Blank for me. Blank for me. Blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. Very good. Caleb. Can you say “Blank” for me?


“Blank.”


“Very good. I’m going to count down from 5 to 1. And after each number, you’ll say ‘Blank’.”


“Five.”


C.“Blank.”


S.“Four.”


C.“Blank.”


S.”Three.”


C.“Blank.”


S.“Two.”


C. “Blank.”


S. “One.”


C.“Blank.”


S. “Yes. Blank. Blank. Blank.”


C. “Blank.”


“There you go. You’ve got it. Your mind going blank. Blank. Blank. Blank. It’s a wonderful feeling isn’t? Going empty. All of your thoughts escaping as you become more and more thoughtless and empty, mindless and blank. Blank, blank, blank.” The last three are said sing-song.


“How are you feeling, Caleb?”


“Blank.” And his voice indeed sounds blank and emotionless. Perfect.


I give a small chuckle. “Very good. And because there’s nothing in your mind, I’m going to fill it up with something. I’m going to tease your cock right now and you’re going to feel your mind fill up with pure need, pure desperation, and pure craving. Those will be the only three things in your mind. In fact, I’m going to tease your cock right now. Moving my hand up and down the air around your cock, so close but not touching. My voice caressing so close to the base. My mouth leaning forward to blow on it.”


“Ah. Ah. Ah.” Those needy sounds. Mmmm. Delicious.


“Letting all of that need, craving, and desperation fill and fill your mind. All of that filling your mind. Filling your mind.”


His moans are getting louder, and more intense “As I continue to tease your cock my voice gets closer and closer and then leaves only to come back. Mmmm. My hand is pulling away and then quickly rushing back, so fast, I’m just about to gra- and stopping just before touching.” The whimpers that last part garnered are beautiful, hot and so sexy.


I start deliberately whimpering as I say this next part, adding them in to enhance his own whimpering and oh, it works perfectly.

“My mouth, so close, why isn’t it touching? You can feel my breath on your cock, why isn’t it touching? Why isn’t touching your cock?” His whimpers are practically non-stop. “Its so close, why Caleb, why isn’t it touching? Oh. Oh. You need it so bad, you need it so bad, don’t you?”


Both of us whimpering, though now he was begging, too. “Please. Please. Oh, I need it, oh so bad, oh so bad. Please, please.”


I’m still whimpering and talking as he begs but, as his last please fades, my voice slides easily back into Tist voice. “Only those three things in your mind. Only those three things in your mind. Tell me, Caleb. Tell me. What are those three things?”


“Need.” There was a slight pause. “Need. Craving. Desperation.” He once again lost his voice to mostly whispers.


“Very good. Say them again.” The second part is an obvious command. No gentleness here.


“Yes. Need. Craving. Desperation.” Whimpering.


“Oh. Good. One more time. Building, building, building.”


“Need.” It sounds as if he is forcing “Craving.” each word out through his teeth. “Desperation.”


I laugh sadistically, but stop when, surprisingly, he says. “More. Please more.”


I’m not expecting it but I am not going to say no. “Oh! If you want to say it more you may. And you’ll feel each feeling building up each time you say them.”


“Need. Craving. Desperation. Need. Craving. Desperation.” I continue to talk to him, under his repeating of these words. Describing all the things he could be feeling. And, as he repeats these three words over and over, “Need. Craving. Desperation.”


I can hear the feelings build and build, all the while I’m continuing to torment him. After he says “Need. Craving. Desperation.” about 10 times those three words become more whine than anything else.


“You need, don’t you? You need. You crave. Mmmm. You’re so desperate.”


He shifts his words, begging. “Need it. Need it. Need it. Miss Sweet. Desperate. I’m so desperate.” His voice is completely a whisper whine, I’m not even sure he knows what he is saying anymore and I decide this is enough.


“Caleb. Caleb.”


“Yes, Miss Sweet?” His voice not quite normal. “Yes, Miss Sweet?”


“Take a deep breath for me.”


He inhales and exhales fairly quickly.


“Very good.” My voice loses all of the sadistic qualities it had just moments ago and becomes soothing, caring. “In just a moment, I’m going to allow you to wrap your hand around your cock and have three, single, strokes. The first one will alleviate desperation. The second one will alleviate craving. And the third one will alleviate need. Do you understand?”


“Yes. Miss Sweet.”


“Good. In fact, you will even say desperation, then craving, then need. Do you understand?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“And you will be letting each feeling go when you say the name of the feeling. Okay?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.”


“Good. You may have your three strokes now. Do them slowly.”


There was a moment or two of silence before… “Desperation.” The word sounds half strangled.


“Very good.” My voice is still calm and soothing.

“Craving.” This word is an improvement from the last one. Only cracking at the end.


“Very good.”

“Need.” This word flows smoother.


“Very good. Letting go of your cock now. And letting those three feelings go. Letting them fade. Letting them go. You did so well for me. Good boy, Caleb. Take a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Continue breathing.”


His breaths are audible.


“Releasing you from being frozen, all of your limbs able to once again move freely. Take a few more deep breaths for me. My voice will stop caressing you now, if it hadn’t already.”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.” His voice almost fully back to normal.


“Feeling your body relaxing. Relaxing. Letting any tension from our session go. In just a moment, I’m going to bring you all the way back up but first I want you to relax. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Relax. Very, very good. Relaxing with each breath in and each breath out. How do you feel?”


“Relaxed.” I ignore the fact he didn’t say Miss Sweet, more focused on bringing him up safely.


“Very good. You’ll let any feelings from this session go, except for relaxation. Okay?”


“Yes, Miss Sweet.” His voice sounds much calmer, none of the desperation lingering, which means I can bring him up.


“I’m going to bring you back up now when I count from 1 to 5. When I reach 5, you’ll be wide awake and relaxed. Fully relaxed but wide awake.” I started counting slowly up.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Almost all the way awake and…”

“Five. Up. Up. Up.”


End of Session.


I hope you all enjoyed!

Ja ne!

~Sweet

Chewtoy

This first recording in the LadyIrkalla "Goddess Worship" series was a rather intimate session written for a specific subject, so some of the wording is gender specific (e.g. "Good Boy"), but names have been removed. You drop into a deep trance and become obsessed with LadyIrkalla's voice, body, and will.


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