2. Empowered Submission - Masterclass

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Well, hello there, beautiful. Welcome to Empowered Submission, Part 2. Surrender.

I'm speaking to you with the expectation that you've listened to Part 1, Intro to Subspace. If not, you may at any time. Or stay with me.

If you already have a sense of where you are in your BDSM practice. Before we begin, take time to arrange yourself and your space for dedicated relaxation. You should be near a bed, with access to a chair or seat that allows your feet to touch the floor while sitting.

We will begin seated, and move to the bed later in the exercise. I want you fully clothed to start, but with bare feet. Put your phone down if you haven't already.

I won't accept half measures. You've made a commitment to your body and your pleasure, and for these next few minutes, nothing is more important than that. I will give you a moment to sit comfortably, and remove any socks or shoes you have on.

Good, that's perfect. While you settle in, begin to bring attention to your breath. So often, we want to rush to a fantasy land, slamming the door shut on the world and closing our eyes to it.

That may work for a quick escape, but for this, for our sensual mission, I want you to amplify your awareness, not shut it out. I want you to strengthen the connection between you and your body, the dialogue, the dance. The more harmonious they are, the more you listen, the more complete your surrender.

And I can't wait to see it, sweetheart. With no judgment or change, just attention, breathe in and out. While we play, if sensations get too intense or you find your mind wandering, you can always return here.

I've got you. I will only push you as far as you want to go. Feel the ground beneath your feet, feel its support.

With an inhale, ground yourself down in the soles of your feet, and on your exhale, sink deeper into the seat. Give your weight over to the strong surfaces beneath you. Your eyes can close, or you can keep them open with a soft focus.

Your choice. Keeping your rooted connection to the floor, take a brief inventory of the rest of this exquisite body. Are you holding stress in your jaw or your shoulders? Are you flexing your ass in the chair? See if you can breathe into any areas of tension and recognize that your body has done that to protect you, to guard you from everyday anxieties.

I'm grateful for this brilliant, protective body you have, but there is no need for guarding now, no need for resistance. Feel your clothing on your body, its material, its weight, its warmth. You can look if this helps.

Now feel your body within your clothing. How does it feel? Snug? Comfortable? Does your exposed skin feel different than the skin under your clothes? As awareness draws you in, as my voice guides your mind's eye, has your skin responded? A warm flush in your chest, perhaps sensitivity at the nape of your neck? With your other senses, affix yourself to this spot, this moment.

What can you hear? Your breath? Bird song? Your heartbeat? What can you smell? Lingering perfume? What about your own delicious scent? The pheromones that speak to your hunger, your lust, and your need? Have I awakened that yet? Without looking around your space, try to feel the boundaries of the walls.

Sense the limits of the room you're in. This is your sanctuary. Through your mind's eye or your soft focus, picture an orange glow at the corners, along the floorboards, around the doorjamb, ceiling in the space.

Imbue this warm orange light with a vibration. It could be a light, tickling buzz or a steady, pulsing rumble. But with your thoughts, tether this vibration, this stirring, reassuring beat, to your pelvis, your vagina, your yoni, your pussy, your cunt, your sex, whatever thrills you most in this moment.

Invite it to the party of your awareness. On your next luxurious breath in, sweep through this amazing body you have with curiosity and excitement. As you let that breath out, let it take with it your tension or resistance.

You're safe. You're secure. You can let go.

You can give in. We're going to move to your bed, but not quite yet. I'm going to have you strip for me.

Gently, slowly, maintaining a sense of heaviness, stand up. I invite you to abandon stillness. With continued attention on luscious inhales and easy exhales, bring movement to your hands and feet.

Roll your neck. That's it. Stand up a little straighter for me, darling.

Perfect. Check back in with your senses, sounds, smells, the tangerine vibration in sync with your core. I'm finally going to see your body.

I am so desperately excited to see your body. Start with your top. Don't rush, please.

As the fabric drifts across your skin, feel the change in temperature and sensitivity while you unwrap yourself like the gift you are. Tease the skin that you have exposed for me, dragging your fingertips across its sweet surface. Move down.

Unbutton or unzip or unlace whatever hides your lower half from me. Now slide it off. Good girl.

If you're wearing a bra or panties, now is the time to take them off. Still, don't rush. I'm glued to your every move, spellbound by you.

But you need to be naked, angel, completely exposed. I want to see everything because when you're like this, vulnerable and willing and trusting, you are divine. You are irresistibly fuckable.

I want that. I want nothing less than that. Let me take you there.

Move to the bed and lie down. Keep the sensation of heaviness as you sink into the bed like warm, wet sand. Do not touch yourself.

Not yet. Not until I tell you. Now close your eyes.

Feel the warm heaviness of safe roll over you like honey. Starting at the crown of your head, unclenching your jaw, softening your eyes, lengthening the back of your neck as it tickles kisses down your throat, easing the world off your shoulders, letting full, luscious breath into your lungs, loosening any tension in your arms and hands which lie in wait for my command, caressing your breasts, exciting your nipples, moving downwards in sure, languid strokes over your back and belly, pulling your spine deeper into your mattress and uncoiling any nervous energy in your abdominals, hugging your hips and thighs, rooting you to the earth while igniting the need that gathers in your core, begging for your attention. The warm honey flows all the way down your legs to your feet, a glow that enlivens your whole body without tension.

You are fucking beautiful. Reignite those senses again for me. You can't see.

What do you hear? The whisper of hair on your pillow? Your own racing heart? What do you smell? Fabric softener? The sweet animal scent of your own arousal? Focus on every square inch of your delicious skin, exposed and alive.

What begs for attention? What craves a hand or a tongue or a toy? What do you have caged up to unleash? Breathe deeply into that need, that desire.

A little more. Hold it. Stay full for me.

Now let it out. How satisfying is that? Live in this place of intensity.

Crave the release, but prove to me you can wait until you're told. Once more. Breathe all the way down to your pelvic floor and hold.

Let it out. Good girl. You have my permission to use your hands.

Give those eager parts of you some attention. As this phase draws to a close, remember, it's safe to come out. If you choose to advance to part three, we will tease and excite this body even more.

In the future, you can always return here to part two in order to cultivate this sense of safety and surrender.