Nightcall

Entirely naked except for a blindfold, he slept. I closed the front door silently behind me and slipped out of my shoes. The soft carpet conspired to keep my approach silent. The light from the dining room faded as I tiptoed down the hall, so just the barest hint remained in the bedroom.

Enough lingered so I could see the shape of his pale arm on top of the dark blanket. His vulnerability was intoxicating. I traced my fingers down his shoulder and upper arm, hardened muscle even in the looseness of sleep. Hungry for him, aching to spur him into command-following action, I wrapped my fingers around the back of his arm and squeezed.

So fast I didn’t see it coming, his other arm shot out and he seized me. With a fluid, practiced motion, he locked his hand around my thumb, twisting down and away, so my body was forced to follow. I had guessed this might happen so I didn’t cry out or try to pull away. There wasn’t any pain anyway, he had stopped just short of that. He was coiled but calm.

Silent, frozen, I waited with a smile he couldn’t see melting across my lips. After a single breath, in and out, he said my name. It was a question.

Yes. It’s me. 

He disengaged as soon as he heard my voice and said he was sorry.

Don’t be. It’s… inspiring.

I could see his brow scrunch up beneath the blindfold. “What is?” he asked.

To see training so deeply embedded.

Power Hungry

Exploiting a man doesn’t always mean exploiting his weaknesses. Sometimes, I like to exploit strengths too.

Bringing a powerful man to his knees is far sexier than just walking across a doormat that was already flat on the floor. When a confident, powerful man is sexually charged to the point of frenzy, but is held back – not by ropes or handcuffs or threats, but by his place beneath me in the power rankings… it’s a sight to behold.

Years ago, I remember the first time I was spanking my boyfriend at the time. He was entirely nude, save for a hood. I had him bend over and place his hands flat on the bed. For a moment, I just admired him. Daunting physical strength rippled through him. Not an ounce of extra fat anywhere, every muscle designed to do a job – a lethal, brutal job.

Power, power, power. It radiated from him. In mere seconds, he could have overpowered me and I don’t think it would have even raised his heart rate. But there he was, blind, bent over a bed, vulnerable and exposed and I was completely in control. That’s a high I can’t quite describe.

I gently caressed his smooth, perfect ass before the first swat. It was pretty light, but he was so horny he moaned and his hips jumped forward anyway. A few more times I repeated this… Rubbing his ass softly, then a stinging slap. Wet spots appeared on the linens every time his hips jumped and his cock made contact with the bed. I had a THING for his precum, so it was driving me wild to see.

He was aching and desperate. As I hit him harder and harder, I could see it began to take strength to keep himself bent over like that. His fingers dug into the sheets, his breathing came hot and ragged beneath the hood. I knew the sweet sensation of his cock being pressed against the mattress every time he thrust felt so good that he was having to fight himself to get back into position each time. He needed more. He needed much more than that and I wouldn’t give it to him. And that’s when things got fun.

That’s always the point when things get fun! So many times, in so many ways.

It doesn’t have to start with a spanking, it just has to start with ramping up unmet desires. Then… I make him turn on Beast Mode. But with a muzzle.

Is this what you want? To touch me, taste me, FEEL me around you? 

Do you want what’s under these panties? 

Well then… Rip them the fuck off.

He will. Of course he will.

I have an actual subset of lingerie that’s destined for one-time use because I WANT it to get grabbed and shredded. I WANT him to tap into his literally-rip-her-clothes-off fantasies. I want to have him indulge in consensual feral fucking.

Hold him. Pull him close. Slide sticky fingers into his mouth. Grab his ass, pull his hips into mine. Crashing together hard, almost painful, still not close enough.

Whisper.

I need you. I need you now. I’m so fucking horny it hurts.

Voice cracking. Not empty words. The physical pain from being this horny is REAL.

Hands never stop moving, kneading, stroking, squeezing. Hard kisses here, there, and everywhere – between every sentence. Nipping at flesh because the pressure of a kiss isn’t enough. NOTHING is enough. We need more more more. We need to drown in each other.

It hurts, it fucking hurts. I NEED you inside me. Right now. I can’t go one more fucking second without you. Fucking hell. Please, please, please.

And he’s a beast, caged. He knows I’m not actually begging, because he knows the next move is mine. The command hasn’t come. He’s quivering, panting, pupils wide and skin tingling. He needs it as badly as I do, but… He can’t take what he wants. What I’ve made him desperate for.

He has to wait, trapped inside this eternal moment. Everything he wants right in front of him, pleading with him to give in to his primal desire. Knowing that between the two of us, in this one context, I’m the only one who gets to give in to my primal passions and TAKE what I want. He surrendered any and all ability to do that, as every man lucky enough to get into my bedroom does.

He’s coiled, ready, needs to run, but the leash is in my hands. He could pull free with ease, but where would that leave him? Untethered, alone, abandoned. So he stays, jittery with anticipation, waiting, waiting, waiting.

This is not a democracy. We are not equals here in this space. We both want, we both need. But only I can act on it. He can only react, hope, pray to gods he doesn’t even believe in that I will tell him to do what he wants to do with every last fiber of his being.

I grab him by the back of the head. I don’t care if I hurt him. My nails dig into his flesh. He is mine and he will do what I want. He winces as I claw at his lower back with my other hand. I’m vicious, I want to mark him. Mine, mine, mine. I hiss through my teeth, against his ear.

Fuck me.

Sweet release, that one command. The order he lives to hear. The one he started earning decades before he even met me. It takes a man a lifetime to deserve me.

Yes. Yes. YES.

There’s nothing like fucking a lust-drunk man who captivates my dominant attention, losing ourselves entirely in hot sweaty, sticky, exquisitely savage sex. Him holding onto the last threads of his upper consciousness solely so he can follow my directions and fuck me exactly. how. I. want. to. be. fucked.

Now you’ll have to excuse me, I’m going to plan a date night.

I may need new lingerie soon… 😉

Mindsuck Release

Fans of mine who don’t love this domination-by-blowjob session can be declared legally dead in all 50 states.

That should be enough said for you to download this 45-minute intensely erotic hypno-fantasy. I mean, it’s free – even if your mind and body are decidedly mine in this session – so you’ve got nothing to lose. Except, perhaps, a little more of your free will to me.

One thing’s for sure, you may be getting what you want in this trance – long, hot, sexy-beyond-words oral from yours truly – but in the end, I think you’ll see what I mean when I say I get exactly what I want too.

Click here to be taken to the file’s page!

If you’re looking for a way to say thank you for my free work, click below!

THANK EMBER

NOTE: Normally, I don’t have a preference as to how people say thank you for my free work. But today, I do.

A good friend of mine has just gotten into med school. She’s a 25-year-old cancer survivor and wants to devote her life to caring for the sick, specifically those who don’t have insurance. A beautiful woman, inside and out.

She SHOULD be in full celebration mode now, but everything has been darkened by a really rough patch in her personal life. Without sharing stories that aren’t mind to tell, I will say she was treated incredibly poorly by a guy – the kind of treatment that makes me absolutely fucking LIVID.

I’ve decided I want to get her a stethoscope – a nice one, and a cancer-awareness version to boot! Now, I could just pick it up myself (and I will – she’s GETTING this one way or the other!) BUT BUT BUT…

I thought, given why she’s feeling so bad right now, it would mean something special if a fantastic guy (or guys) wanted to help me gift it to her. Put a little right with the universe, to cosmically make up for how she was disrespected and hurt so badly by a man.

SO… If you visit THIS WISHLIST you may see the 3M Littmann stethoscope at the top of the list. If you don’t, some incredible person bought it! I would LOVE for someone to gift it to me ASAP (I see her next Friday, so I need to have it ordered by Tuesday at the latest) so I can gift it to her… Or, since it’s fairly expensive, you can send Amazon GCs toward it to emberandether(at)gmail(dot)com.

This would mean a lot to me – and to her. Thank you, in advance, for how awesome I know you are going to be about this. You always pull through when I really want to make another woman happy!

But right now – go listen to Mindsuck!!! Your thanks can come after you do. 😉

UPDATE: Oh my goodness you pulled through in such a major way SO quickly!!! The gorgeous $175 Littmann stethoscope is officially bought! I’m SO SO SO happy. 😀 For those who will see this after it’s “too late” for the stethoscope, I’d also LOVE to get her flowers and a housewarming gift, so you can still send Amazon GCs and I’ll spoil her exactly as she deserves and NEEDS right now!!! The more spoiled she is, the better!!!

The Infinite Instant

I don’t have time this evening to make a proper listing for this file, so for tonight this blog post will do. This is a loop that has been kicking around my mind for a while. Intense, trippy, mind-expanding and autonomy-limiting, this powerful submission addiction loop just HAD to get made.

For anyone who wants it, it’s entirely free… A 10-minute loop that will wrap around and around you, ensnaring you completely. Mine. Mine. Mine.

DOWNLOAD .ZIP FILE     |     THANK EMBER

SPECIAL 24-MINUTE VERSION

For anyone waiting on a custom or personalized Mindsuck session while my life/moves/guest/health has put me way behind (OR anyone who got me a birthday present from my birthday list), I have something incredibly special for you… A much longer (24-minute) version of this loop for FREE. I really can’t put into words how much more intense and incredible this version is – you’ll just have to hear it yourself.

I believe they’ve all been claimed, so I’m removing the contact form for this! 🙂

UPDATE: The long version is now available for purchase via NiteFlirt so no one has to miss out!

Mindsuck – PERSONALIZATION

This one’s going to blow you the fuck away.

I just wrapped a 30-minute custom (that was too hot and too awesome to actually keep to 30 minutes, and it clocked in closer to 45 min!) and lucky, lucky, LUCKY you – it’s going to be available for free download very soon.

But before that… I’m going to do a second recording of the file, because there’s no way I can miss the chance to push this experience to the absolute maximum by including your name in the trance.

WHAT DOES “PERSONALIZATION” MEAN, EXACTLY?

It means different things for different dommes. For me, it means at the time of recording a file I will address you directly and use your name in 10+ lines of the script. There is no dubbing in (that just never sounds good). This ALSO means there is NO chance to get a personalized copy after I’ve done the recording!

PERSONALIZATION IS A ONE-TIME OFFER!

A personalized session is NOT custom. You have no input regarding content.

This is, plain and simple, a long, slow, insanely hot blowjob session. On the surface, you may think you are simply experiencing ME giving you a long, lingering, intense blow job – an absolute dream come true.

But you will soon realize (I’ll make sure of it) that even when you get what you want, you are still completely at my mercy. Your surrender confirmed in every sweet lick and suck, your inability to deny me anything I’d ask of you echoed in every twitch of your rock-hard cock.

To be truly lost in this pleasure, you are forced to accept that you are mine. And nothing could feel any better… Except perhaps the end to this blisteringly hot experience. (As a warning – don’t listen while you’re in chastity!)

Before you make up your mind about getting a PERSONALIZED COPY, indulge in this 7+ minute sneak preview of the file! I sewed little clips from the session together from all different parts, so you can get a feeling for what’s in store, although you’ll have to wait to hear the full session for all the BEST parts. 😉

*Note: Obviously this is from the original custom recording, for the custom… So your version won’t be 100% identical, although I’m recording from the exact same script!

PERSONALIZATION DETAILS:
  • ~40-45 min
  • $75
  • YOUR NAME used a minimum of 10 times
  • Orders close by April 1st, or when I hit a max # of subjects
  • File delivered on April 7th

If you want to order a personalized copy, simply fill out the form below and I will respond with payment instructions. Double-check that your email is correct!

Use the optional comment area if your name is particularly hard to pronounce and let me know how to say it properly.

PERSONALIZATION IS CLOSED

Randomly Raw

So I got halfway through setting up my closet recording space in preparation for Lockdown 2017 to clear my customs backlog, and I wanted to test the sound quality for a minute.

Instead I ended up rambling my way through a 26-minute entirely off-the-cuff trance. Unplanned, unscripted, unedited. I opened my mouth and it spilled out. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I figured it would be a total waste just to trash it, and my hypnosis experiment of last week failed, so this will serve as a belated Christmas present.

There is no background music. There are plenty of noises from the people downstairs, mouth noises, swallowing, etc. It’s raw audio, so expect it to be, yanno, RAW. If that’s not your jam, don’t listen. I happen to like it, because it feels so close and intimate to me. But I’m an ASMR junkie, so things like mouth noises and raw imperfections make me buzzy and happy. They annoy other people, and I understand that, so consider this fair warning! 🙂

The trance itself is freeform, and contains no explicit sexual content. It’s pure submission, surrender, addiction to trance – the sexy core of this erotic D/s hypno world, in my opinion.

Download and back it up! I make no promises about how long this one will be around…

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