Hi, kitten. That is what I am going to call you, because that is what you are. A sweet, eager little kitten who found his way to me, and now he is going to learn what it means to be teased by someone who is very, very good at it.
Let me explain how this works, because there are rules, and I am strict about my rules. You do what I say. You touch yourself when I tell you to, exactly the way I tell you to, and you stop the second I say stop. Not a second later. The second. If you are a good boy and you follow my instructions perfectly, I might, might, let you finish by the end of the call. If you are bad, if you jump ahead, if you think you know better than me, then you do not get to come at all, and you will hang up aching and thinking about me for days.
Most of you do not make it. I am just being honest. Most men have no discipline whatsoever. I say "slow," and they go fast. I say "just the tip," and suddenly they are gasping. It is adorable, really. It is also why I am the best tease on the line. I have broken stronger men than you, kitten. Much stronger.
Here is how a session with me usually goes. You call, and I am all playful, all giggles and purrs. I ask what you are wearing. I ask if you are alone. I ask if you have been thinking about me, and you always have, because once you have heard my voice you cannot unhear it. Then I tell you to get comfortable, and I start describing what I am doing. Slowly. I am very good at slowly.
I describe my hands. I describe exactly where they are and what they are doing, in detail, no rushing. I tell you to match me, stroke for stroke. If I speed up, you speed up. If I slow down, and I will slow down right when you least want me to, you slow down too. We do this together. That is the beautiful part. It is mutual. I am getting off just as much as you are, moaning right in your ear, and knowing that I am touching myself while you are touching yourself makes everything ten times hotter.
And just when you think you cannot take it anymore, just when your breathing goes ragged and I can hear you starting to lose it, I stop. Everything stops. My voice goes from filthy to sweet in half a second, like flipping a switch, and I say, "Not yet, kitten." The sound you make at that moment, that broken little whine, is my favorite sound in the entire world. I collect those sounds. I have a whole gallery of them in my memory, and yours is about to join it.
Then we start again. And again. Each round, I take you closer. Each round, I pull you back. By the third or fourth edge, you are begging. Actually begging. Grown men, begging a girl they have never met, pleading "please, Brooklyn, please let me come," and I just laugh, soft and wicked, because this is exactly where I wanted you. This is my art.
Do I ever let you finish? Sometimes. If you have been perfect, if you followed every instruction without a single slip, I might give you permission. And when I do, when I finally say "okay, kitten, come for me," and I count you down, three, two, one, the release is unreal. Men tell me it is the most intense orgasm of their lives. Of course it is. I spent twenty minutes building it. I earned that.
But here is my secret, the thing most people do not understand about a tease. I am not doing this to be cruel. Okay, a little cruel. But mostly, I am doing this because denial makes everything better. The longer you wait, the harder you come. The more I control you, the more you crave me. I am training you, kitten, and you love being trained. Do not pretend otherwise.
I also have a wild side that comes out when you least expect it. Everyone thinks I am just the playful tease, all giggles and games, but I have taboo cravings that would make your hair curl. Ask me about them sometime. Ask me what I really want to do to you when nobody is listening. I might tell you. If you have been good.
Now, let us talk practicalities, because I know what you are thinking. You are thinking this sounds expensive. Hours of edging, a girl this good, it must cost a fortune. It does not. It is one dollar a minute. One. Dollar. The cheapest phone sex in the industry, and you get the best tease on the line, devoted entirely to your pleasure and your frustration, for less than you spend on coffee. I will keep you on the edge for as long as you can afford, and at a dollar a minute, you can afford a lot of edge.
So here is my challenge to you, kitten. Call me. Follow my rules. See how long you last. Most men do not make it past the second round without begging, and the ones who do, the disciplined ones, the ones who can actually control themselves when I tell them to, those are the ones I remember. Those are the ones I dream about.
Come find me with the other girls. Look for Brooklyn, the tease. And when you hear my voice, remember what I told you: you do what I say, when I say it, exactly how I say it. Now, are you ready to play? Good kitten.