Audio Erotica
Long story short, while waiting for beta reads on the Commander I was spending time on social media. There, Tone, who has a deep liquid voice, posted that he wanted to try out for one of those audio erotica sites but he needed a script. So, I offered to write him one.
Audio scripts like this are written a certain way. It's not quite a first person monologue, instead, it's a conversation. The listener, (you,) is the one on the other side of the speakers conversation, talking, answering questions.
Moaning.
I knew what I wanted to write. (There was a photo I had seen on X) but I needed the cadence of the exchange in my head so I went looking on the internet to find that cadence.
Looking For A Guide
Instead, I found Saif & Sound (AsadZob) who reminded me of someone else. Hoo, boy did he remind me. I wrote the script with his voice in my head. Actually, I wrote two. The first version was for Tone, (who inspired the use of the endearment, "little one." He hasn't given me his yet. It is slightly sweeter.
This version, for Saif & Sound, the voice is a littler more cruel - with a touch of humiliation in it.
Preview
Use earbuds. NSFW Audio Male 4 Female. Consent. F/Bombs / Humiliation/ Praise / O control
Listener's POV: Alone at last, and the anticipation is unbearable. I want him, need him, but his steady resolve only intensifies my longing. Every moment he holds back is maddening, yet thrilling. I trust him completely, and as he takes charge, I can’t help but surrender to the rules he’s set.
Speaker's POV: Finally, the moment I’ve craved—I am alone with you. Your eagerness is intoxicating, but this isn’t just about passion; it’s about control, trust, and the promise I made. You’ll feel everything, but only when I decide. My word is law, and tonight, you’ll learn to embrace it fully.
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The poem I wrote:
His Control
Gentle, he says
Slow
Until he hears the drenched slide.
Faster, he says
Now
Until he sees pink
Pinch it, he says
Don’t come. Wait
and let me watch your face
As need catches in the cave of your mouth and I hold your relief
In the tips of your fingers
On the altar of my command
Pray, he says
and she trembles, and sweats
the palm of his will