Welcome, Sweetea. To fully experience this session, you should be wearing a pair of headphones and have complete and total privacy. In this file, we’ll explore both the darkest and the sexiest corners of the vampiric world and all that it entails. It’ll be visceral, passionate, and merciless. You’ll find yourself surrendering completely and unwillingly to a powerful, undead Mistress as she drains you of your blood and your free will. But for now… I need you to make yourself comfortable, settle in, and relax. Just listen to the sound of my voice, close your eyes, and follow me into a world of thrill, adventure, and brain-curling horror. -- The sky is dark, but not yet pitch black. You can see the road and the trees that line it still. But even as you walk, the sun is setting, the world becoming darker with each minute. Each step. Here, in this moment, you thrive. Every night now, for months, you had traveled along this very road on your long walks. At first, it had been a bit scary coming back home after sunset. But with time…it’s become a comfort unlike any other. Just the darkening woods, a lonely road, and you. It couldn’t possibly be anymore perfect. Except for the existence of that strange feeling nagging at the back of your conscious thoughts. It needles your mind, calling out for you, distracting you from your walk. You’ve not choice but to stop and take a look around. Just trees. Just trees moving with the wind. Nothing you haven’t seen countless of times before. And yet…something in the depths of those woods beckons to you. The curiosity grows by the second. The need to see. The need to know. It’s safe, of course. What’s the worst that could happen. You’re familiar with these woods. There is little that could surprise you. Little that could scare you. So without much hesitation, you stride into the dark woods, digging your flashlight out of your pocket. The woods are darker than the road and without light, you’d be lost within a minute. You click it on… …and the forest lights up, clearing everything up. You can’t see anything but for trees. Nothing but the woods. Nothing strange or weird. Everything seems just fine. Safe. Comfortable. But there is something there….something deeper in the woods. You really do want to know more about it. It’s interesting…whatever it is. What is it again? Well, it’s interesting nonetheless. So you move onwards, deeper into the woods, flashlight lighting the way ahead. Something moves in the depths of the trees. Something pale. Quick, smooth, and silent. For a second, panic wells up within you….[pause]…but it’s fine. Everything is alright. You know it’s safe. Breathing slowly and deeply, you center yourself, feeling better. Feeling a bit more relaxed, just as you always do when you breathe deeply. When you breathe slowly. And you catch sight of that pale glint once more. Without hesitation this time, you step forward and follow it slowly. When you get closer, you can see that it’s in a shape of a person, leaning against a tree. You aim your flashlight somewhere near the figure, but not directly on it. Their figure is slim, but curvy. Skin so pale that it seems to almost shine as it reflects the light of the moon. Their face is hooded, hidden in shadows. She--because you know it’s a woman, somehow--turns around and saunters deeper into the forest. You follow, eyes glued to her back. To her hair, which you can now see. Long and black and silk-like. Beautiful. So perfect that you’d say it were synthetic on any other day. You follow. Because it’s safe. Because you’re curious. You can do nothing but follow as your legs take a life on their own. As your breathing slows and deepens further. As your eyes begin to droop and your mind begins to fog over. It’s almost as if your body wants to follow all on its own. Almost as if it has a mind of its own. That’s strange, surely? That doesn’t happen everyday…[pause]….but it’s fine. Everything is fine. You’re safe. So you follow the figure without doubt. Without hesitation. Even thought something in the back of your head seems to be screaming. Some tiny little fragment of consciousness begs for you to stop, turn around, and run for your life. It’s that primal part of your brain. That part responsible for your survival instincts. It’s….[pause]…not all that important, really. It must be your imagination. Some leftover irrational childproof fear of the dark. Of the unknown. But there is nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to fear. So you follow, drawing closer as the slim figure slows down. You’re close enough to see her face when she turns her head and smiles at you. A smile which makes you woozy. A smile so inviting, you forget everything that doesn’t matter. Only she matters. All you can do is stare at that smile. At those eyes. [pause] Those eyes which glow a bright crimson in the night. You can only stand there and stare as she crosses the distance between you in a blink of the eye. She holds her hand out to you and you notice her perfect black nails as you take hold of it, dropping the flashlight. You don’t need it anymore. She reaches out and takes your other hand in hers as you stare into her hypnotic eyes, a big, droopy smile on your face. Your mind fuzzy, your thoughts centered around her beauty. Her perfection. She takes your breath away and makes you want to drop to your knees in worship. In adulation. One of her hands moves up your arm and over your face, settling on your cheek. It’s soft, but cold. You lean into it, wanting to be closer. And she leans into you, her body pressing against yours. All you see are her crimson eyes. And then…your vision fades and you lose awareness. There is only darkness. Just an endless dark void of nothingness. You remember that you should have a body, but…[pause] it doesn’t matter. Not really. You’re kind of sleepy, anyway. You just want to rest. You just want to give in. You’re tired of thinking. You’re tiring of making decisions. You’re tired of the world. You just want to be taken care of. You want to….drop. You want to sleep. You want to drift down, down, down. Spiraling down, down, down. All tension in your body…[pause]…relaxing. Embrace sweet, velvety oblivion as you drift downward. Hazy and droopy and dizzy. Letting go. Letting me in. Your mind fragmenting. Your defenses easing away as you slide ever so much deeper. Sleep [snap]. Drift deeper down. Sleep [snap] and drop all the way down. Sleep [snap]. Letting go. So relaxed…[pause]…so weak…[pause]…blank and empty…[pause]…listening…[pause]…following…[pause]…dropping…[pause]…beyond…[pause]…the deepest…[pause]…level…[pause]…of trance. -- Welcome to your new home, human. Open your eyes. Gaze into mine. Marvel at the way they glow with mesmerizing crimson light, drawing you in. Pulling you into their depths. You can’t look away. You can only stare and listen as my voice washes over you in pleasant waves and tingles. You can only stare as my blood-red lips move and the tips of my sharp, white fangs peek our from behind them. Sharper and longer than a human’s. I know that you’re confused. I know that you don’t know why you’re here. I know your mind is in chaos. None of that matters, because I have plans for you. I’ve watched you for months, now. Assessing, judging, learning. And…you’re perfect for what I need. You’ll make the perfect little pet for me. The perfect toy. And you’ll enjoy every single second of it, because your mind will belong to me. I’m in your mind now. My whispers bouncing around in that head of yours. And there’s no getting rid of them. No ignoring them. Because I’ll always be in your mind now. Always in your subconsciousness. Always weaving into your conscious thoughts. There’s no defense. You don’t want to resist. You only want more. You only want to feel me on you. In you. You want me to take you in apart, piece by piece. Leave you but a thing meant to satisfy my desires. My needs. That’s all you are, now. Just a thing. A means to an end. You’re a very useful thing, however. Very, very useful. I need something from you, you see. Well, two things. And you’re going to give them to me. You have no choice. By the end, you’ll want to give all of yourself over to me. By the end of this night, you’ll be mine in body and in mind and in heart. Before you try to protest or any such foolishness…[pause]…know that nothing you’d say would mean a thing. You’re here. I’m here. I’m taking what I need. And I’ll take it again and again and again. That’s all you are now. Something I use to satisfy myself. Something I use for survival and pleasure and need. So as you lie there on your back, the hard, stone floor digging into your skin…you don’t really care about anything. You only care for me. You only care for what I want. What I’ll do with you. To you. Nothing else matters. Now…yes, yes, I feed on blood. And yes, I’ll be feeding on yours, human. But…I’m a bit special, you see, because I also feed on pain and fear. It’s a bit more complicated, though. I have to work for it. And I hate work. Just hate it. In either case, you’ll have to hurt. You’ll have to fear. You’ll have to…feed me. I smile, my fangs gleaming in the candle-light. My eyes intense. So…I’ll have to hurt you. I’ll have to instill a new type of fear in that fickle heart of yours. And I’ll enjoy it. I’ll enjoy it on a level you cannot possibly understand. Because I enjoy all things pain and all things fear. I delight in human suffering. I savor every second. Every pain. So just lie there, pet, as I move to stand over you, one of my stiletto boots resting on your stomach. Pressing down harder. Harder and harder. You can only grunt in pain as I balance more of my weight on the boot now digging into your skin. I lean down, my face closing in, and the pain intensifies. But it’s not just any pain. It’s a pain that inspires pleasure. Because it doesn’t matter what I do to you…you enjoy it all the same. You find pleasure and excitement in it all. So as I lean down f urther, and my stiletto heel digs in deeper, you groan and then all but moan in thrilling, rising bliss. Because pain is pleasure. Pain makes your blood flow quicker, harder. Pain makes your scent oh-so-very-delicious. I just want to eat you all up, human. But first I need to make you hurt. I need to make you beg and cry and weep in unbound pleasure. Just stay, pet. Lie there as I press my heel into your stomach one more time and then quickly straddle you, my leather-bound legs on each side of you. I settle my entire weight on you, my hands moving up to your face. My eyes locked on yours as yours are on mine. Your breathing picks up as my long, black fingernails trace down your cheek. And then up again… …and your skin parts, blood welling up. The sweet, coppery aroma of blood fills the air and I breathe it in. So delightful. So sweet. Only making me more hungry. More thirsty. Oh, how I want to feed on you. I want to drain you dry. I want you to suffer. I want you to know that there’s nothing you can do to stop me. Nothing you can say. I’ll do what I want. I’ll take what I need. Because…[pause]…you’re mine, pet. You’re my plaything. All mine. I dip my finger in your blood and bring it to my lips, licking it clean. It’s marvelous. Delicious. Yes, yes…I think I’ll have some more. A lot more. Perhaps…all of it. I suppose we’ll just have to see whether I can stop myself from draining you dry. It won’t be easy. Your blood’s the best thing I’ve tasted in a century or two. You should be proud, human. It won’t save you, but…yeah, it won’t save you. [chuckle?] Nothing will. I breathe in deeply, and you mimic me involuntarily. Then I discard all pretense, grab your neck, hold you down, and bend down. My mouth finds your neck quickly, my teeth sinking into your soft flesh. My vampiric venom flowing into your bloodstream, saturating your nerves. Traveling all the way up to your brain stem, where it changes you bit by bit. Where it’ll change you more and more as my whispers stay with you always. [pause] You can feel your blood draining away as I feed. You can feel your lifeforce weaken. As I drink and feed upon your blood, and as you grow weaker…all dizzy and foggy…you notice a pleasant sensation somewhere deep in your mind. As if you’ve found something you’ve been looking for all your life. That missing piece of the puzzle. An aspect of your existence you’ve always known you needed to find, but never knew what you were searching for. Well, that missing piece is me, pet. I’m that missing aspect. My whispers. My teeth. My perfection. My thirst. You’ve needed all these things and more. And now you’ve found that. So that pleasant sensation can grow as I drink more of your precious blood. As you feel the pull of your blood in your veins. Your heart slowing down. Your limbs growing numb. But your pleasure increasing. Your arousal intensifying. It feels so very, very good. My bite is like liquid euphoria. You can’t get enough of it. You just want me to keep feeding and feeding. Because with each second that passes, you just feel better and better and brighter. I pull away and lean back, a smile on my face, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Blood dripping down my chin, my lips a deep red with your blood. You catch a glimpse of my tongue as it slips out and circles my mouth. You taste so good, human. What a treat. [pause]------------------------ As you delight in my presence and my venom makes its way through your entire body, activating all those pleasure centers…I run my hands over you chest and stare at your bleeding neck. I want more. I want more of your blood. I thirst, human. I always thirst. Which is…why you’re here. Why you’ll be here for as long as I want you here. My grip on you tightens and I bright my mouth over your neck again, my fangs sinking back in. You feel that pull again. Stronger this time. Because each time I bite you, more of my venom enters you. And the more venom circulating through you, the more mine you are. The more mind-controlled. The more owned. The more of a toy. A pet. A thing for me to use. That’s all you are now. Just something I can satisfy my thirst on. So as I feed on you, blood flowing down my chin and down your neck, feel those tingles of thrill as my venom reaches every part of your body. Every nerve. Ever limb. Every digit. Enjoy the way it spreads. Enjoy the warmth. That drowsy, dizzy, sleepy warmth. You’re home, pet. This is home, now. Your forever home. No escape. No choice. Whether you want it or not. Whether you enjoy it or not. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you want. What I say goes. What I say is the final word. Obedience…is pleasure. A sweet sort of pleasure. A one-of-a-kind pleasure of the mind and the body. So just relax and rejoice that you can make me happy. That I can use you to satiate my thirst. My hunger. Be glad that you aren’t totally useless. That you have a purpose in life. I continue to feed on you. My venom continues to spread. Your pleasure continues to sharpen, growing more insistent. Your body buzzing with electricity. Warmer and warmer, even when you should be getting colder. All you feel is that pleasant warmth as it spreads out from your core. As it touches every part of you. The longer I feed, the better you feel. The more venom, the more aroused. The more mine. The more obedience. The more owned. I suck and I suck and I suck and your arousal just grows, pulsating with need. With desperation. You don’t care about anything right now. You can just enjoy this whole-body pleasure as your mind becomes mine. As my whispers reach deeper into your mind, our connection strengthening. My power of you growing. Your status as my little pet solidifying. Finally, I pull myself away from your neck. You’re so weak, now. Barely conscious. Barely hanging on to your awareness. And yet you can still clearly see my glowing crimson eyes. You can feel my hand on your cheek. I’ve decided that I’ll be keeping you. For now, at least. Your blood is too precious to waste. But to keep you, I need to make sure you’re bound to me in mind, body, and soul. I need to guarantee that any thoughts of disobedience or escape never come into existence. And it’ll be easy, human. So very easy. All you have to do is drink my blood. Drink and be bound to be eternally. I slice open my wrist with my nail and bring it over your mouth. Open up, pet. You obey immediately. The sweet, coppery taste of my blood rises above all else as it drops down over your lips and your tongue. You swallow…and that’s all that had to happen. All that I needed to bind you. Already, the venom inside your body begins to change, the presence of my blood activating it. Transforming it. Strengthening it. Already, you can notice how the landscape of your mind changes. Within a few moment, you become bound to me. To your Mistress. Just a vampire’s pet. That’s what you are. My little pet. My snack. My toy. Notice how your chest grows warm with my words, as it always does. Notice how my voice clears away all your thoughts, leaving only my words inside your mind. Revel in the pleasure of having me take control. Revel in obedience. My blood and my venom becoming one, dispersing out into every cell and every nerve. Your body jerking in pleasure. Vibrating with thrilling anticipation. More and more aroused. My voice having that particular effect on you, now. All you need is the sound of my voice, now. All you need is my voice. My voice drives into you without resistance and pulls all that arousal and pleasure out onto the surface. You can’t stop it. You don’t want to stop it. You just want to feel good, now. Just feel amazing. Aroused and horny. Lust reverberating throughout your entire existence. My voice stroking and rubbing those sensitive areas of your inner mental world. Your body responding. Leaking, throbbing, pulsating. Warmer and warmer. Better and better. Quicker. Stronger. As my voice pulls on more pleasure. More arousal. More obedience. As you become more and more bound to me. To your Mistress. I’m going to snap my fingers soon, and when I do, my venom and my blood will become one with your body, forever cementing my control over you. Forever cementing how you react to my voice. Forever cementing the connection between the two of us, pet. Sleep[snap] deeper. Drop. Feel yourself bind to me. Feel yourself fall under the control of a powerful vampire. Under the control of me. Mistress Lilith. My voice coming over you in waves of pleasure and heat. Almost as if coming from the very insides of your own head. And, in fact…it is. My voice is with you always, now. Always in that head of yours. You can always hear me now. Our connection stable. My venom having melded with you. Your mind having become mine. Just a pet, now. Just me pet. My snack. I’ll be feeding on you whenever I desire. I’ll be playing with you like a predator does with its prey. You have no choice. No power. No control. Only I do now. Feel my whispers echo in your head. Feel them overtake your thoughts. Overshadowing what your desires may be. Feel me become so much more within your mind. I have you now, pet. There can never be a way back. You’re here, now. You’re home. You’re mine. No turning back. You don’t want to turn back. You just want to stay here, with me. You want to satisfy me. You want me to feed upon you. You exist for this now. I can alter your thoughts without effort. I can change the foundation of your mind with but a few words. I can change how you behave, how you think, how you function. Your mind is mine in its entirety. There’s nothing stopping me now. No defenses left. No resistance. You can feel this. You know this is true. You have no doubts that it is. In your heart and in your mind, you know it to be an unconditional truth. There is no inner-debate. There is only me. My voice. My control. And because I can control you with a mental command, I can simply wish for you to feel pleasure and without effort, you do. Without a second’s thought, you feel pleasure well up within you. I want you to feel good, pet. For having served as such a perfect treat. A perfect meal. I want you to feel good, now. Feel the pleasure in your center and in your mind. Feel the arousal spinning out of control. Wet and throbbing. Messy. Chaotic. Your breathing speeds up and your blood pumps faster. Your mind focused on me. My voice. My words. Your arousal. There’s nothing else. Feel it grow and grow and grow. Feel the waves of delight and thrill and lust. Think about me, pet, and sink into bliss. Think about the power I have over you now and drop into my voice and the arousal that awaits you. --1st ending/orgasm-- You want to cum. I know you do. You want to cum so bad. You want to touch. You want me to touch you. You want all the things, pet. Because listening to me always makes you crazy with lust. Insane with arousal. With need. Thinking of how my voice and my words effect you always leaves you such a needy, obedient mess, doesn’t it, pet? Yes, yes it does. And wouldn’t it feel beyond euphoric to cum to my voice? It would. It would only solidify my control over you. Make my binding of you stronger. Unbreakable. Once you cum to my voice, my whispers will remain with you always. Somewhere in the back of you head, you’ll my voice echo, conditioning you. Brainwashing you. Molding your mindscape to better suit my desires. I’m going to count up from 1 to 10, and on 10, you will cum. You must cum on 10. You have no choice but to cum on 10. You’ll do everything you need to cum. To orgasm. To give yourself up and into my control. Because when you cum, I will use the opportunity to take total ownership of every one of your thoughts. Every one of your memories. Every one of your ideas and behaviors and desires. I’ll take ownership if it all, so that in future, I’ll but need to lightly suggest something and you’ll follow automatically, without thought. Without hesitation. So 1. Feeling that arousal build. Feeling that pleasure spread out into your entire body, but by bit. My venom helping it along. 2, feeling better and better. Hotter. Weaker. Your mind succumbing to me. All the layers of your consciousness falling under my control. Throb for me. Pulsate for me. Vibrate in increasing pleasure for me, pet. 3, arousal intensifying. Hotter and better. Stronger. Higher. With each second, the sound of my voice more and more arousing. Making you more needy. Hornier. 4, heat building. Your chest feeling nice and warm as I reach into the deepest reaches of your memories and bring forth all the most arousing thoughts you’ve ever had in your life. 5, closer and closer, as I take all those arousing memories and combine them with the sound of my voice. With my words. 6, so as you get closer, each second that you spend listening to the enchanting sound of my voice only allows you to feel better and better and more aroused. More excited. Closer to the very edge of orgasm. Closer to cumming. 7, so much closer now. The pressure building within your body and your mind. Your soul. Your heart. The pressure so sweet and so full, wanting to burst and explode. 8, my voice pulling at all of those breathtaking, erotic, hot memories and fantasies. Bringing them so very close to the surface of your mine. Allows you to feel it throughout your body. 9, so close now. So very close. You’re going to cum on the next number. No matter what, you must cum on the next number. You must cum on the next number. And when you come, you’ll be giving yourself over to me voluntarily. Not that you have a choice, of course. Choices aren’t real. Choices are fake, pet. 10, and cum, pet. Cum, pet. Feel the pressure explode as you listen to the tones of my voice. Focus on the sound of my voice. Pay attention to how my voice makes you feel. How it changes how you work and feel and behave. Focus on the sound of my voice, pet, and listen to my words. Cum for me. Cum and feel me take control. Cum and enjoy the way I take your mind for myself. Cum and rejoice in our union. Cum and feel my bindings strengthen. [pause] With your orgasm, you have nothing left. Nothing at all. You’re all mine, human. All mine to command and control and play around with. My little toy to mold as I see fit. To feed upon when I wish. You’ve got nothing, now. Just my voice. My whispers. My power. Now drift. Drift and sleep. Wake when you must. But for now…just drift into slumber. Drift down, down, down. Let go and drift down into oblivion…as my seductive whispers go with you. As they do always… [2nd ending/denial] The arousal which only grows, now. Allow it to grow. Allow yourself to get lost in the pleasure. In the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that assault your mind and your mind. It’s almost overwhelming. Almost too much. As you focus on the sound of my voice, everything else falls away. Only I remain. Only the arousal building within you. So easily and so high and so hot. Overbearing. And my words only stroke the fires further. Hotter. Give into it, pet. Give into me. Allow yourself to be swept up in the currents of bliss. The waves of wild, chaotic, wet joy. The buzz of arousal. Feel it build and built and built. Rising and rising. You want to cum. I know you do. You want that release. But also…not. But also you wish to stay denied. You wish to stay frustrated and horny. Because it feels so good to always be horny. To always be on the verge of overflowing arousal and heat and pleasure. You want that. You want to be denied. You want me to tell you that you can’t cum. That you shouldn’t cum. That you should stay denied. Because when you’re denied and horny, you’re also more submissive. Needier. Weaker. And you so do love being weak and obedient. You so do love being so easily aroused. So easily distracted. You dream of it. You want it so much. And I’ll make it happen, human. I’ll help in this one thing. Because I’m just suuuuch a gracious vampire. Only want the best for my toy. So you don’t get to cum. You get to feel the frustration build within you, fueling your need for denial. Because the more aroused you become, and the more you want to cum, the more you realize that you just want to stay horny forever. That you want to stay aroused without break. And cumming would ruin it all. Cumming would ruin the horny. The pleasure. So you won’t cum. Your arousal will grow. Your pleasures will increase. Your desperation will intensify. These things will happen, but you won’t want to cum. Or, more accurately, you’ll want to cum, but you’ll know that denial feels better. Horny feels better. You will savor your submission as you savor your arousal. You will savor the denial. So no, you won’t be cumming. You may not even want to cum ever again… Ponder on this, pet, as you drift off into sleep. Just drop. Fall. Down, down, down. Down into oblivion, where you’ll stay for as long as needed for all of my suggestions to take permanent hold of your mind.