When you hear the word “seduction”, what comes to mind? I’m willing to bet it’s sex. Am I right? I find it interesting that so many people associate seduction with sex. In my opinion, true seduction is the opposite of sex.
With sex, desire is met. Seduction is not about the culmination or gratification of desire; it is in fact, about the thrill of the desire itself. It is the game that is played as the desire intensifies and comes closer, and closer, and closer and being able to maintain that tension of wanting for a long, long time.
It’s when you can cut the sexual chemistry with a knife, feeling it surge through you with every breath you take. It’s the anticipation of what’s to come and remembering how fucking good I made you feel the last time we were intimate (if you’ve never been under my spell, you don’t know what you’re missing).
In essence my brand of seduction is about making you want me so badly that your cock throbs, your balls ache, and you can no longer think straight. I possess the ability to seduce a man I’ve never kissed, and I can seduce a man I’ve known for years just as easily. My powers of seduction are not relegated to a hot body, a certain look or even my voice (as extradentary as it is). Seduction is an inherent attribute that I was born with. Seduction is not sex. It is the prelude to foreplay.
I’ve always said that seduction is not about coercing you into doing something you don’t want to do. It’s about enabling you to do everything you’ve always dreamed of doing, and being the one woman you desperately long to do it with!
What is my brand of seduction doing to your cock right now?
Listen to your cock, babe. It’s time to call.
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I am writing today with your addiction in mind. I know we like to use that word, partially because it sounds good, and especially because it feels true. “Addiction” is a powerful word. It means that you are dependent on something and must have your fix.
I know that you’re addicted, and I know that we’ve toyed with this concept, but I don’t think you quite realize how strong my hold over you really is. I don’t think of myself as a craving like nicotine or a fatal narcotic like opioids.
I’m more like food to an obese person. You can stop smoking cigarettes if you really want to. But you cannot stop eating food. You need to have it or your stomach violently protests.
You try to cut back on calling me (Pfft). But try as you may, all the other substitutions do not satiate your hunger. Only I can do that! You cannot stop calling me. It’s simply not an option. Why would you want to? I’ve got what you need.
I surmise that you just want to have more control over your feelings for me. You can pursue this all you want. However, I suggest you save yourself the agony and stop trying to kid yourself.
I set the terms for your lust fulfillment. You cannot quit me and attempting to do so will only bring about disappointment and misery.
End the charade – I promise it will feel good.
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You don’t need to classify yourself as “subordinate” to me. In fact, you do not even have to submit yourself to me (but you’ll definitely want to). I do not require you to serve me like some a sex-slave. I’ve never taken much stock in titles and I do not feel the need to reiterate the status of our relationship by throwing out phrases such as sissy-boy or bitch. You mustn’t lick my five-inch heels, or feel the business end of my belt on your raw flesh. I don’t insist that you beg and plead for a whiff of my perfect pussy. I don’t need you in panties, on your knees, painting my toenails while I describe my latest cock conquest.
I never scold you for not calling me “Mistress.” To you, I’m so much more than that.
All I want from you is one simple thing. Just admit that you need me. Without me, your cock doesn’t get nearly as stiff. Your balls don’t hang quite as low. Your orgasms aren’t as intense. Your imagination is slightly barren, missing that magical puzzle piece that allows everything else to fall into place. Without me, you’re something less.
The first time we ever talked my voice gave your low-hanging testicles a strong tug that pulled right at your brainstem. I know how to both fill and empty your balls better than any other woman on the planet. After having found me, your cock grew (quite literally) a steadfast need for me.
It’s as simple as that. Forget the labels – “domination,” “submission,” “cock control.” I don’t need to trick or bait you into getting what I want, because I already have it; your desire, your devotion, and your friendship.
You are not a slave, and yet you are indeed mine. You’re no sissy, and yet I can talk you into anything. You’re no one’s bitch – and yet, with one idle thought of yours truly, you’re in heat.
Our relationship is simple: You need me and that fully endears you to me.
I love us, babe.
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