Controlled arousal and ritualized edging to begin the day.
It’s morning, and your body is still soft with sleep. In that suspended moment between dreaming and waking, you register soft footsteps. You catch a trace of my perfume, the brush of my silk robe. Only then do you feel my hand take hold of you.
“Stay still,” I whisper into your ear. “Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do. Not a movement. Not a sound.”
The ritual begins here, with me making my demands before the day does. You will feel no release this morning unless I decide to give it to you.
“Breathe in,” I say, as my hand begins to stroke softly. “Breathe out.”
This is the first instruction, a kinky morning breath meditation that brings your awareness into your body through my slow, deliberate stimulation. I sync my touch to your in-breath, to your out-breath, pausing the moment I feel you start to breathe more quickly.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
I make sure to stop while your body still wants more, especially then. I slow down the strokes to remind you who is in control. Your desire is held by me and I can stop at any time.
As my hand begins to move just a little more quickly, your body comes alive under my touch and your hips start to thrust despite yourself. With less and less effort, I draw more and more reactions from you.
“Open your eyes,” I tell you.
You see clearly in my smile, that I am enjoying this far more than you are, and that I have only just begun.
Edging in the morning sharpens your attention. Your desire is awake, contained, held exactly where I want it. Remaining in this state of hyperarousal during the day with the promise of relief later on might make you more productive. It might improve your performance at the gym. I don’t care. It’s just fun to push you right to the brink first thing in the morning.
My hand barely needs to move now. The slightest touch is enough to make you almost lose control, but not quite. I enjoy watching you writhe around. I love how a man can be reduced to trembling with the smallest flick of my wrist. I might make you beg today, simply for my amusement.
When I finally take my hand away, unfinished, you carry a low hum under the skin. Your body feels more alive, attentive to the smallest touch. Your mind is clearer, less scattered. Your lust becomes focus.
Now the day can begin.