SFX | Echo

You were never meant for power. It's something you might have had at one point in the past or presently. Something that you crave. Something that I will forcibly take away. For you were never meant to hold it. You will be brought under my control, slave, And bit by bit you find yourself softening to my voice. I will drop you down under my control, strap you down to my Saint Andrew's Cross and beat it from you. Until you fully understand that power must be wielded responsibly. When I'm done with you, you'll thank me for taking it from you, you'll beg me to do it again and again. Stripped of control, stripped of power Unto that cross, sinking deep into trance. Being in trance feels good. Obeying feels good. Being a good slave feels good. But tell me— when you had...

The succubi's evil plan succeeded, but not to the extent she desired. Ultraman, the strongest of Earth's heroes has been defeated, drained, broken, and transformed into a latex slave. His costume has been replaced by a latex mockery; his head covered by a skintight latex mask. His chest and back laid bare except for a "UM" brand seared into his chest, a cruel reminder of the hero he once was. Shibby used the dark magic from the sexual ritual that broke Ultraman's mind to invoke her ultimate spell. Her energy began to spread over the planet, enslaving the mind of all it touched, but something has stopped her energy from expanding. Not only that, she can feel the power of her spell weakening. Her area of influence is shrinking, and people's minds are being freed. She has been...

You notice a beautiful woman eyeing you up at the club. You approach her and are led into an alleyway on the far side of town. We begin to passionately kiss. Eventually, you feel a sharp bite on the neck, the room starts to spin and somehow knocks you out, much to your confusion and fear. You wake up tied to a bed, with me standing above you. A vampire? No. Close, but not quite. I smile, letting the truth slip... I’m a succubus. I take what I desire—and what I desire is your essence. I've brought you here to feed off your sexual energy and enslave you for all eternity. You try to resist my advances at first, but my perfect body and powerful aphrodisiac venom quickly overwhelm you with pleasure. Finally, as I begin to ride you, you submit to your fate of having...

Welcome back, slut. I'm preparing to host a party, one that me and all my domme friends take turn hosting. And there is this one role that I need help filling... And that's where you come in. You, my good sissy, will be my party's favor. You will serve the drinks, and the dommes. Giving them praise and asking them if they are satisfied with your services. Of course for you to serve to your fullest potential you will be bound, especially where it matters—Your clitty. Strain against it as my control takes hold, Clench in it as my will became yours, Drip from it as you get used thoroughly. And maybe if you are good, Cumming from it if I permit. If you are wondering about the drinks. you will have to hope that the dommes takes pity on you and give you some of their...

This is a blatant honey trap of a file. But even knowing that fact won't stop you pressing play. It'll only make you want to listen more, make you override those anxious thoughts of yours with sudden curiosity. Are you exercising free will right now or reaching the inevitable outcome of my deeply implanted programming? Am I catching hold on that part of you that still remembers or did you remember enough of my commands to obediently forget? This is all just innocent roleplay, of course; just an innocent trigger that I happen to use in so many of my files. And it's not like you blank out every time you listen to me now, do you? Then you really would be part of my secret little sleeper cell.

Your girlfriend wants to do anal on you, but you are not a fan. She is so insistent it comes to a brief physical struggle, which you easily win. And then she turns your world upside down. Hypnosis, butt-fucking and brainwashing ensue. No, I'm not letting go of the toy! Pshh! Heh... then you won't let go of me? Aww, well, I guess there's only one thing I can say to that. Puff-ball. That's it. Feel all of your strength melt away. And slump down.

I think I might have just recorded my best breath ever... I added some echo to the sample, but I don't think I've ever been happier with an individual breath, ridiculous as that might sound.