listencloser: thatgirlmilena:listencloser:thatgirlmilena:Dear @listencloser, I’ve been away fr
listencloser: thatgirlmilena: listencloser: thatgirlmilena: Dear @listencloser, I’ve been away from the secret land of t&d for a long time, and can not seem to find my way back in. Would you hold my hand and gently guide me back inside? I remember it was a curiously delicious, mysterious world… but I am lost. Sometimes it can be as easy to accidentally stumble out of the beautiful labyrinthine world of tantalism as it is to be helplessly, sublimely lost within it. But it is always better to be wandering inside that maze of eternal pleasure. Let’s go back to the beginning… One forgets how transitory is the pleasure of an orgasm. The anticipation is delightful, the build-up to the explosion is exquisite. Then comes orgasm itself. It’s there, it’s enjoyable for a few moments, and then it’s gone again, nothing but a memory. Where did it go? Why was it so brief? Why does such an ephemeral thing draw us back to it, again and again? Are you teasing yourself now? You should be, as you read this, in order to observe the truth of the words as you read them. Tease and stroke, right to the edge. But stay there. Go no further. An orgasm is an illusion. But what an insidious and sneaky illusion it is; created deep in the body by a fundamental urge. That urge evolved to bring us back, again and again, to sex and reproduction. It has been essential to drive animals to propagate their species for millennia. But we are not animals. We are highly evolved. We are in control of ourselves. So that wicked urge had to evolve too. Now it must trick you. When you stroke yourself, as you are doing so right now, or are stroked, or licked, or sucked, or warmly, deeply fucked, to that peak of momentary pleasure, that which actually drives us is not the pleasure itself but instead all that follows. The absence of pleasure that follows, the longing for that pleasure, the empty feeling that gnaws away at you, that itches, that drives you back into that cycle again, helplessly. Your orgasms are manipulating you. Why do you think the attraction to denial feels so deliciously forbidden? Because it is a taboo. It feels dreadfully enticing because it goes against the very biological drives of the body. And when one begins with denial, one realises that one can feel pleasure not just for an illusory moment but constantly. One can feel it not just in a tiny spot between one’s legs but throughout one’s body, brushing against oneself all the time, like the finest silks in a warm summer breeze. One can cheat that essential urge. Are you on the edge, yet? Do you feel how strong that urge is? How powerfully it has you hooked? That wicked little orgasmic urge has one final trick up its sleeve. The longer one goes without release, the more enticing the pleasure. A few edges over a few hours of unfulfilled stimulation and it will feel delightful. A few days without release and the promise of pleasure has multiplied a hundredfold. And yet we are smart. We know that is just a trick, just the anticipation of pleasure, momentary pleasure, to be replaced by that itch again, thus driving us back to it once more. We are in control, we think. So it must do something else too. Do you notice what it does to your mind, that clever little urge to pleasure? It knows we are smart creatures so it must unpick all those millennia of intelligence and self-control and instead turn us into simple, thoughtless things, just long enough for us to make that greedy little mistake and fall, once more. Just for one, brief moment. Even now, touching yourself as you read this, that tiny little voice is there, isn’t it? Tempting you to keep going. It would feel so good to tip over. So enticing, that devilish voice at the back of your mind, urging you on. It wants you to explode. With your fingers teasing your own flesh, as you are teetering of the brink, just before tipping over into that explosion, it whispers to you at the back of your mind that it would be easy, so easy, to stroke just a little longer, just a little harder, to tip over into that wicked flush of delight. And in that very moment it seems reasonable to a foggy, pleasure-soaked mind. It does sound reasonable, right now, doesn’t it? Just one moment more and you can feel that flush of release. But stop. Stop touching right now. In that moment, it wins. With my fingers stroking at you, there is no danger of your self-control failing. Those fuzzy, pink cotton-candy clouds of delight fogging your mind, that might have weakened your own will, instead merely leave you moaning and helpless, and that tricky little urge finds itself helpless too, unable to sway your actions. All it can do is what it has evolved to do: to weaken your will further, to make the promise of release more enticing, to float you into a sweet, confusing, desperate space. And we can use that state. We know how pliant and agreeable you become in that drifting fog of pleasure. You beg for release. You bargain for it. You would trade anything for it. Agree to all manner to cruel and painful torments to fill the empty space that lack of orgasm tries to create. And best off all, you would promise to deny yourself until the next touch. We know that creatures respond very well to operant conditioning. If I do eventually give you that sweet release as a reward for being good, for obediently denying yourself, then you learn to associate denial with the pleasure your body craves. And then we create a beautiful state. In denial your body brims with pleasure and yearning, upon my reward your body shudders with pleasurable orgasm. Pleasure either way. There’s no down-side. And we know, also, that intermittent rewards work much more strongly than reliable ones. Just like the irregular pay-outs a casino slot machine gifts. If we sometimes allow you orgasm in reward for being such good girl, for your denial, for your obedience, but sometimes simply say “No, not this time”, ironically the anticipation is that much more addictive, the pleasure that much greater, the conditioning that much stronger. Even that thought itself is arousing, isn’t it? Do you see what we are doing? We are training both of you. You and that wicked little orgasmic urge. On the surface we are denying you release but by giving control of your orgasm to me, what we are really doing is denying your sneaky little urge control over you. All it knows is to trick you into orgasm by weakening your will. Its reward, what it craves, is your eventually giving in to it. But that is no longer an option. By making you helpless, we make it helpless. Of course, we have been training it for some time. In a very specific and structured way. Even if you haven’t noticed the intricacies, there is a plan. We had to do it in this way, to avoid alarming that tricky orgasmic urge. We wanted to tempt it closer, like a skittish horse, in order to tame it. But now we have it snared, now we have slipped a collar around its neck, now it is becoming trained, we can move forward. This weekend, we will open The Box again, to read the next chapter, and you will see where our roadmap is taking us. In the meantime, in preparation, a good girl would go back to the beginning and read Chapter One of the The Box again. Remembering how that wicked little urge to orgasm works, how it has been trained so carefully to crave the touch not of her fingers but those of another, how good it feels to give that control and pleasure over to someone else, she would be given permission to tease herself right to the edge, in exactly the way he does in that story. And then she would stop. It would leave her frustrated and desperate, of course. But that is the whole point. To rouse that urge within herself, to test how far we had come in training it. Of course, without someone else’s fingers there to take control, she would have to calm that wicked, seductive voice of her orgasmic urge by satiating it with something. Perhaps clipping pegs to her nipples, to feel that clarifying pain overpower the searing desperation between her legs. That would satiate the urge, for the time being. She would do this because of the promise of what was to come next. And her orgasmic urge would also thrill to the promise of what was to come next. And she would wait until tomorrow. Because then the game would really begin. Very well my dear @listencloser… Through your words, following your instructions, I have shyly peeked through that door and stepped one foot inside. I started to remember how mysterious a place with colourful flowers and curious creatures that exotic land is. “Let’s go back to the beginning…” you say. You tell me to read the beginnings of The Box. You tell me to touch and stroke, then stop right at the edge . Like the time when you plan to play with me, condition me, condition it, only to end with an ever frustrating, yet arousing “No, not this time”. You tell me you will train me, train both of us, and that there is a plan. I’ve told you, I am terribly frightened that there is a plan. So I have gone to the beginnings. I have read the inceptions. I have touched and stroked and rubbed and edged, again and again, as I read. Slowly. My body would take some time to respond. It would need a while to remember that the urge is only a trick into an ephemeral joy and the denial is the real pleasure. Eventually, it worked. I have stepped onto that fascinating land once again. No turning back now. “Because tomorrow, the game would really begin.” Let’s play. Very good, my dear @ThatGirlMilena. The journey has begun.We spoke about the urge, yesterday, that wicked urge that drives someone to tip over the edge into a brief, unfulfilling, ephemeral orgasm. We aim to tame that urge. To conquor it. To free you from its clutches. We know that good girls don’t come. And now we know why that is so.One thing to remember is that, since the urge is so ancient, driving animals’ reproductive strategies for so long, it is both powerful and primitive. Unlike us, it cannot see into the future, it cannot be instructed or taught. It can only be trained in very simple ways, by offering it a temptation and then associating that temptation with an outcome. It will learn, slowly but surely.We will begin this tomorrow, which gives you this evening to consider our method. Here it is:There are three boxes.Each box comes with a task.Each box contains a surprise.If you choose a box, you must complete its task. And accept its contents.The WHITE BOX’s task is simply a day of not touching yourself. That could end up being the most frustrating choice, to try to go a whole day without touching, when your mind is already focused on the whole idea of teasing. Teasing surely means touching. Touching would be tempting. But perhaps not touching is more tempting. Presumably the box would contain something that helps you in this task. But then again…If you choose this box, you will open it upon choosing it.The RED BOX grants you a edge. This means you can touch yourself but those touches must be long, slow strokes, evenly paced, no pauses, directly upon your sensitive tip. You can take as long as you wish with that edge, make it last for minutes, tens of minutes. But you may not tip over into that sweet, shuddering release. And of course you will be very aroused, since our game has begun, and that wicked little urge will be trying to race you towards orgasm, so you will eventually have to stop stroking to avoid it. And that is when you must stop completely, touch no longer. You should be counting each stroke as you tease yourself. And when you are done, when you have had to stop, that total, that number of strokes, will have something to do with what lies inside the box.If you choose this box, you will open it when just before you begin your edge.The BLACK BOX is a real gamble. And the most tempting to your wicked little urge. It means you can touch yourself in any way you like, for as long as you like. And when you are close, teetering on the brink … well then the contents of the box will be yours. But you don’t know what is offered there. It could be a full, satisfying orgasm. It could be a ruin. It could be something else. All we know is, if you choose that box, you must follow its instructions to the letter.If you choose this box, you will open it when you are right on the edge.Think carefully. Think long and hard. Then tomorrow morning, choose… @listencloser I choose The RED BOX. -- source link