I lay naked, tied to the bed, a VR spiral subsuming my vision, subliminal messages subsuming my thoughts.

They whisper soft, degrading compliments into my mind.

“Such a good slut.”

“Ooooh, so needy…”

“Just a thoughtless, focused, sex slave in heat for me.”

I am motionless, receptive, and so horny. My cock drools helplessly as the rope and the headset cast their spell.

I feel a warm, lubricated finger slide up the back of my shaft, up near the tip; settling near the back and beginning to gently rub in small circles. More fingers hold my sex in place as I am mercilessly edged.

I moan.

“Ssshhhhh…” I hear my master’s voice over the soft cacophony of suggestions emanating from the headset. “Relax.”

I feel my body start to slowly writhe under the pleasure, but it does so as limply as possible. The subliminals continue to drown my mind in a sticky, pleasurable goo.

“Just keep sinking, slave…”

“You should see yourself, wriggling around like the helpless slut you are.”

“Keep relaxing…”

“Your slutty body totally relaxed and numb and limp and so hot…”

More moans involuntarily leave my mouth. My body slithers against its restraints as my master ruthlessly edges me. The spiral captivates me. Precum leaks down my shaft, and my master occasionally lubricates his finger with it and continues rubbing. Rubbing. Rubbing…

“Don’t cum, slut…”

“Just stay limp… stay needy… stay horny…”

“Edge… edge…”

Edge… edge… edge…