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Bounce and Giggle

MistressCandice@mistresscandice

Twenty whole minutes of mantra magic — with a cute little bell to make your brain go ding!

It’s all mantra. All direction. No boring stuff. Just exactly what you came for.

When I say bounce…
You bounce. Bounce, bounce.

When I say giggle…
You giggle. Giggle, giggle.

And yes, obviously — give those boobies a happy little jiggle.
Not shy. Not serious. Just bubbly and adorable.

The bell rings… and you light up.
By the end, every ding makes you perk up and smile.

Silly. Sweet. A little brain-empty.
Exactly how you like it.
I have also enclosed, for a short time, the five min track too!

Twenty whole minutes of mantra magic — with a cute little bell to make your brain go ding!

It’s all mantra. All direction. No boring stuff. Just exactly what you came for.

When I say bounce…
You bounce. Bounce, bounce.

When I say giggle…
You giggle. Giggle, giggle.

And yes, obviously — give those boobies a happy little jiggle.
Not shy. Not serious. Just bubbly and adorable.

The bell rings… and you light up.
By the end, every ding makes you perk up and smile.

Silly. Sweet. A little brain-empty.
Exactly how you like it.
I have also enclosed, for a short time, the five min track too!

Sub Service

Saturday 07:42 PM

A little over ten minutes, this is the perfect blast for any sub who wants to feel that connection to his Mistress. Just say yes. Serve. There is something irresistible about a pet willing to lower his guard. Your vulnerability makes you desirable. Your devotion makes you useful. This is a quickie for those who crave the feeling of belonging in service. Its purpose? Simple. To train that busy male mind to find satisfaction in serving Mistress, following direction, and giving itself over to the task. Don’t overthink it. Don’t question every little instruction. Just do. Submit. Serve. And yes, pet, this one comes with a task. Serve me.

DUM FOR CUM- ON SALE TIL SUNDAY!

August 09, 2026

Are you ready to let go of every thought except one? Dumb for CUM is a mantra driven journey designed to quiet the endless chatter of your mind and replace it with simple, effortless focus. For approximately 20+ minutes, you'll follow a steady rhythm of repetition as each phrase encourages you to stop Thinking and focus on ONE THING! Dum 4 Cum. This should wet your panties and your appetite and at the end your going to squirty in your panties. Now for those of you who would like something a little more intense I will have gifs for you to watch while listening! leave your thoughts at the door.

Trapped

August 02, 2026

One of my older recordings back up for a short time: Mistress draws you down, away from the distractions of the physical world, and gently guides your mind into another form. A woman's form. At first, it feels astonishingly real. The elegant hourglass silhouette. The graceful curves. The weight of your breasts. The softness of your skin. Long, slender limbs that move with effortless femininity. Every sensation feels natural, as though this body has always belonged to you. Then the realization settles over you. This isn't a costume. It isn't a dream. There is no stepping out of this body. You are trapped within it. You think her thoughts. You feel her emotions. You crave what she craves. The line between your mind and hers slowly dissolves until you can no longer remember where you end and she begins. Every sensation belongs to you now. Every desire. Every longing. You search for a way back... But Mistress has sealed every door. There is only this body. This mind. This beautiful prison.

She Male Seductress

Trance Do you know why I want you to desire them so deeply? Because you are going to perform like the star of the show. As you drift into a deep, comfortable trance, the world around you fades until only one image remains. Before you stands the most breathtaking woman you've ever seen. Every detail is flawless. Not a single hair out of place. She is elegance, confidence, and perfection brought to life. Her crisp white button-down shirt hugs her figure. An expensive bra teases the generous curve of her cleavage. A fitted pencil skirt rests high on her thighs, just enough to reveal the tops of her stockings. She notices you immediately. Naked. Vulnerable. Waiting. A slow smile crosses her lips because she already knows exactly what you are. A gift. Her gift. One to enjoy whenever she chooses. Without hurry, she begins to undress. First the shirt... then the bra. The skirt glides upward as she slowly parts her panties. And then... The one thing you never expected. The final secret she had been hiding. Perfect. Beautiful. Impossible to ignore. You stare... Unable to look away. The surprise doesn't push you back. It pulls you closer. Curiosity melts into fascination. Fascination becomes longing. The desire grows naturally, irresistibly, until it fills your thoughts completely. You no longer question what you want. You only know that pleasing her feels inevitable. Natural. Right. She is perfection. And whatever she asks of her special gift... You find yourself wanting nothing more than to obey.

MindSlave

It takes a certain intelligence… a certain spark of creativity… to truly become my mind slave. But don’t mistake that for strength. The moment you listen, you’ll feel it—your will collapsing, your body weakening, your thoughts dissolving into nothing but mine. Weak. Weak. Weak. You won’t even realize the truth—because your own mind will blind you, pulling a veil over your eyes. Your beliefs themselves become the trance that locks you down. I don’t have to persuade you—you’re already trapped. Already melting. Already mine. You are weak in the presence of women. Too weak to resist when I call to you. And in this recording, you don’t just serve women… you serve me. Every pulse of sound, every drop of pleasure binds you tighter to me. Your orgasm becomes the seal on your new programming. You won’t remember every detail—but you’ll feel the change. You’ll feel the submission carved into your body, etched into your mind. This potent recording blends binaural beats, theta waves, and more to break you open and reshape you. And when the cum command strikes, it won’t just make you release—it will solidify your obedience. Enjoy the ride… what you remember of it.

Teachers Pet

Trance: COLLEGE The school day is over. The final bell has rung, your classmates rush out the door, laughing, free, going home. But not you. No, you know better. You know the bell doesn’t dismiss you—I do. And I’m not finished with you yet. You linger in your seat, heart racing, watching the last student slip away. The door closes, leaving us alone. The silence is heavy with anticipation, with dread, with want. You know your grades are slipping. You know you’re failing. And you know exactly what happens to bad students like you. Your friends lust after me from afar, but you? You’re the one trapped here with me. The one trembling under my gaze. The one about to learn how a failing student can earn his place. Because you aren’t leaving this classroom until I’ve decided what to do with you. How does a bad boy, a failure, transform into Teacher’s Pet? How does obedience replace defiance? How does lust get twisted into devotion, desperation, and release? You’re about to find out. And when you do… it will be oh so naughty. It will be oh so orgasmic. Teacher always gets what she wants.

Sissy Memory Implant

A New Beginning This is not just a recording, pets. This is a ceremony. Come with me. Leave everything you were before at the door and step into something extraordinary — a garden unlike anything your waking mind has conjured. Vibrant colors, blooming flowers, graceful butterflies, the scent of citrus drifting through air so clean it feels like a gift. This is where your journey begins. Or begins again. No matter where you have been before — none of that matters here. This is your graduation day. You will kneel before me in your finest attire — head bowed, heart open, completely present in this moment that exists only for you. I will be adorned in my finest leather, riding crop in hand, and with one ceremonial tap upon your head I knight you into the most authentic version of yourself. My sissy. Mine. Through the combined power of NLP and the most carefully crafted technology available this moment will be imprinted into your subconscious permanently — not as a memory but as a truth. Seamlessly woven into the very fabric of who you are. This is not something that happens to you, pets. This is something you step into.

Sub In Service

TRANCE – Salon of Servitude Humiliating? Perhaps. Deliciously degrading? Definitely. Let Mistress reduce you to what you were always meant to be—nothing more than a sex object, a servant to feminine pleasure. You find yourself naked… collared and leashed… in the middle of a lavish beauty salon. The air smells of perfume, power, and wet desire. The women? Gorgeous. Confident. Waiting. You can’t understand their words—but it doesn’t matter. Mistress is guiding you, parading you. And one by one, they lift their capes… revealing smooth, toned thighs and glistening, irresistible pussies. Your tongue becomes your purpose. Your pleasure is their command. And the line of women? Growing impatient… hungry for their turn. To keep things fair, you’re finally tied to the center chair—**** to stroke for the whole room… performing like the obedient little toy you are. Cum Command included. And when it comes… You will obey.

SQUIRT

Trance: While masturbation is a natural part of life for many men, it often tends to be a solitary endeavor. I’ve crafted an experience that weaves together threads of obedience, surrender, and deep physical pleasure—all in service to Mistress. Using guided masturbation as a seductive form of positive reinforcement, the desire to serve a captivating woman becomes As Mistress claims your body as her own, each moment of self-gratification intensifies your connection, drawing you deeper into pleasure. Be aware that this recording includes enticing triggers and an alluring amnesia programming at the end, designed to enhance your experience. Cum during this hot JOI session!

G-Spot Milking

How... delightful that you've found your way here, darling. This recording is a carefully woven web of whispers and shadows, each thread drawing you sweetly downward into the most exquisite trance, where the walls you've built around yourself crumble like old Victorian plaster, and the delicious secrets you've kept buried finally get to breathe. Thinking, my pet? So terribly overrated. We won't be needing that here. What we will be needing... are your toys. Or simply those clever little fingers of yours. Because I shall be your guide through something altogether wicked and wonderful, the discovery of a pleasure so deep, so scandalously electric, you'll wonder how you ever lived without it. Your G spot, darling. The one that's been waiting in the dark, just like me. And when you find it and oh, you will find it, the experience will be nothing short of explosively, gloriously, earth-shatteringly erotic. Come. The darkness is quite comfortable once you surrender to it and to me! Cum in the most exquisite of all ways!

Sea Side Seduction

February 21, 2026

Close your eyes and let the world fall away… This thirty-minute escape is a slow, deliberate descent into warmth, stillness, and surrender. You find yourself on a stretch of deserted shoreline—no footprints but yours, no sound but the tide drawing breath in and out. The sun kisses your skin. The air is heavy with salt and promise. You are alone… deliciously alone. A gentle progressive relaxation guides you downward, layer by layer, easing tension from your body until every muscle loosens and every thought drifts like sea foam. The world you came from feels distant now. Responsibilities dissolve. Time softens. You are safe here—open, unguarded, receptive. The beach becomes your sanctuary. Your body, unburdened and bare to the warmth of the sun, feels both protected and exquisitely exposed. The sand cradles you. The ocean hums around you. And just when your breathing deepens into perfect harmony, a shimmer appears along the horizon. She emerges like a mirage—bikini-clad, confident, unhurried. A femme fatale carved from sunlight and saltwater. She does not rush. She approaches with the languid certainty of someone who knows she is already desired. As she draws nearer, a new sensation stirs beneath your calm. Heat. Anticipation. A thrilling stillness settles into your limbs—not fear, but surrender. You remain exactly where you are, held in place by the spell of the moment, watching her silhouette grow clearer, her presence heavier in the air. She kneels beside you, close enough for you to feel her warmth. Her touch is unspoken promise. Her voice, velvet over steel. She doesn’t merely take—she awakens. She plants longing beneath your skin like seeds in sun-warmed sand, weaving desire into the very rhythm of your breath. By the time the tide begins to shift and the sun lowers in the sky, something inside you has changed. You carry her with you—the memory of salt on skin, the echo of her nearness, the quiet craving Cum Command included.