Under Instruction Sensual Audio Story | Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Under Instruction” Dear Sir, You didn’t come here for a bedtime story,. You came here because you wanted to be ruined by a woman who already knows exactly how weak you are.

I’m the voice you pretend you don’t save in your phone under a fake name. The one you turn up when the lights are off and your hand is already betraying every promise you made to behave.

The one that makes you hard in places you can’t hide, on trains, in meetings, in the middle of saying grace at your mother’s table.

I don’t ask permission.

I don’t whisper sweet nothings.

I give orders wrapped in silk and dipped in sin, and you obey before your brain even catches up.

Tonight I’m wearing nothing but the sound of my own amusement and the knowledge that, right now, you’re already breathing harder than you were ten seconds ago.

So close your eyes.

Drop the pretense.

And let the dangerous woman you’ve been craving crawl inside your head and take the wheel.

You’re not in control anymore.

You never really were.

Now…

Get on your knees.

I want to seduce you baby… let’s begin

Close the door. Lock it.

Put your phone on the floor, face-down, so the only light in the room is the glow from whatever filthy thoughts I’m about to plant in your head.

Now strip. Everything off. I want you completely naked and on your knees before the next word leaves my mouth.

Good.

Look at the panties I left on the bed for you (black lace, still warm from my body, still carrying the scent of how wet you make me). Pick them up. Press them to your face. Inhale like your life depends on it. That’s the only air you’re allowed until I say otherwise.

Now wrap them around your cock. My cock., yes, baby. The perfect Cock that I own. Because tonight it belongs to me. Every inch, every throb, every desperate drop of pre-cum is mine to play with.

Start stroking. Slow. Agonizingly slow. Base to tip, long, lazy drags like you have all the time in the world. You don’t. I’m already soaked just listening to that first shaky breath you let out.

Slower.

I said slower, pet. Make it torture. I want to hear the frustration in your voice when you answer me.

Tell me out loud who this cock belongs to.

That’s right. Say my name again. Louder. Like a prayer you’ll never be forgiven for.

Speed up, just a little. Tease the head with my panties, rub that wet spot right over your slit until you’re leaking into the lace like a broken faucet. I want them ruined. I want the evidence of how pathetic you are for me soaked through.

Reach into the nightstand. You know what’s waiting.

Put the first clamp on your left nipple. No hesitation. I want to hear the gasp, the little involuntary whimper when the teeth bite down. Good boy.

Now the right. Match it. Make them scream in stereo.

Stroke again, gentle, feather-light. The clamps tug every time your arm moves. Feel that? That delicious sting is me. Every breath, every heartbeat, every pump of your fist is controlled by me.

I’m touching myself now, two fingers sliding through how dripping I am just from your obedience. I bring them to the mic so you can hear exactly what you do to me. Listen to that sound. That’s you. That’s what your submission tastes like.

Faster, but not too fast. Edge. Hover right there on the brink like the desperate slut you are. I want your thighs shaking. I want your voice cracking when you beg.

Please, what? Use your words.

You want to come?

Cute.

Take the clamps off. Slowly. One at a time. Let the blood rush back in. Let the pain bloom fresh and bright. I want to hear you sob my name when the second one comes free.

Stroke through it. Hard. Fast. No mercy.

I’m so close, baby. I’m right there, thighs clenched around my hand, riding my own fingers while I listen to you fall apart.

Come for me, no, wait.

Stop.

Hands off. Right now.

You do not get to come tonight.

You’re going to stay on your knees, aching, dripping, ruined lace in your fist, and you’re going to thank me for using you.

Say it.

Louder.

Again.

Perfect.

Now stay there until I tell you to move.

I’m not done with you yet.