I still remember the day I got that DM five years ago, back when I was posting on /r/gonewildaudio like it was my personal playground. My voice had always been my ticket to trouble: deep, a little raspy, something that made people lean in, hungry for more.

But then she messaged me:

“Your voice is gonna be my downfall. I’ll do anything for you if you whisper in my ear.”

I’d heard lines like that before, but never quite so direct. Turned out, she was Yoruba—full name Numilekunoluwa—and she wrote it out, spelled it in phonetics, even gave me a voice note of how to pronounce it. She insisted I call her “Numi,” but I was stubborn, trying to say the entire thing. The first time I attempted Numilekunoluwa, she burst out laughing, telling me I sounded like an off-brand Wakandan. I teased her back about how she’d never heard an southern accent quite like mine. We joked and flirted for weeks, exchanging voice notes and fantasies.

Then she did something that still makes me grin when I think about itshe hopped in her car, drove three hours just to let me whisper filth in her ear. Honest to God, that’s the furthest anyone has traveled for my dick. I was impressed, NGL. And I made sure she knew it the second she stepped through my door.

When she arrived, I opened the door and was greeted by 5’4 of pure, chocolate temptation. Her curves were hypnotic, and that golden brown skin had a glow that photos never did justice. Her afro puff was pinned up, a few missed strands framing her face. She looked me up and down, half-smirk on her lips, then gave me the biggest hug.

She smelled of cocoa butter and peach flavored gum.

“Okay,” she said, “try saying my name again.”

I leaned down, put on my best baritone, and tried: “Nu... mi... le... ku... no... lu... wa.” She nearly fell over laughing. That was the icebreaker we needed. Within minutes, we were flirting like old friends, our banter peppered with Yoruba phrases that I didn't understand but found sexy and Wakanda jokes. The tension was there, too, simmering just beneath every laugh, every glance.

We ordered food, but we never actually ate itnot until way later. I teased her by stepping up behind her, leaning in close so my lips nearly brushed her ear. “You said you’d do anything if I just whispered it, right?” She shivered, eyes fluttering shut, nodding silently. That’s when I knew we were really about to cross that line.

She confessed to me just how much of a slut she was for voicesher words, not mine. She loved the gravelly tone, the breath on her ear, the rumble that vibrated against her neck.

If I so much as whispered “take your panties off,” she would’ve done it in a heartbeat. And that’s exactly what happened: one moment we were standing in the hallway, the next, she had her panties around her ankles, obeying with this wicked smile that told me she was enjoying every second.

I led her to the bedroom, telling her in that low voice she loved, “Stay still. Hands behind your back.” She complied, biting her lip in anticipation. I grabbed a few things from my secret stash—rope, toys, clamps, a blindfold—stuff I normally saved for special occasions. But Numi was definitely special.

She watched me with wide eyes, breath quickening when I laid everything out on the bed. I circled her like a predator, whispering instructions she could barely stand to follow. Finally, I told her to get on the bed, arms stretched above her head.

I tied her wrists in place, snug but safe. She tested the bindings, a tremor of excitement rolling through her. I stripped her bare—slowly—and stuffed the panties she’d just taken off into her mouth. My voice was in her ear, telling her to “open up.” She moaned around the gag, half-lidded eyes blazing with lust. Her pussy was a river. I could watch it run all day.

Blindfold and Headphones

Then came the blindfold, plunging her world into darkness. I pressed the fancy noise canceling headphones onto her ears. She didn’t realize at first what I was playing—just a muffled sound—but then I saw her body tense, and a breathy whimper escaped her gagged lips. It was a loop of my GoneWildAudio recordings—her favorite ones, the ones she confessed she listened to while touching herself at night. I had made a 3 hour mix of them.

The combination was diabolical: no vision, no free limbs, my voice in her ears, over and over. She was pinned to the bed by my ropes, forced to listen to me whisper filthy commands on loop. I leaned in close so my real voice overlapped with the recordings. “You’re mine to toy with, Numi. Got that?”

She nodded, muffled pleas tumbling past her gag.

Both Holes, Clamps, and Control

I took my time, sliding a small vibrator inside her dripping wet pussy, pressing it just right. It curved up so it hit her spot with very long slow stroke. Then I grabbed a beaded plug, traced it along her lower back, letting her squirm in anticipation before easing it into her ass. Thank God shawty listened and prepared her ass for me. I used extra lube to be safe and went slow. It's important to ease into it. She let out a muffled moan that practically shook the walls.

Her tits were begging for attention. I clipped a pair of nipple clamps on them, adjusting the tension until she whimpered. Her back arched in response, the rope around her wrists straining. My voice was at her ear again, a slow, dark chuckle: “You’re so fucking sexy like this. All tied up, nowhere to run.” I felt primal. Like a hunter who caught his prey. My dick ached.

Every shift she made caused the clamps to tug, and I could see her thighs quivering from the constant, relentless stimulation in both holes. The vibrator buzzed at a low setting, enough to keep her on edge without pushing her over. That’s where the sweet torture began.

I’d slip a hand between her legs, stroke her clit, watch her hips jerk in desperation. Then I’d stop. She tried to beg through the gag, drool slipping past the soaked panties in her mouth, head thrashing side to side like maybe she could shake off the blindfold. I’d chuckle again, pressing the bullet vibe a little harder, making her entire body spasm. “Not yet,” I whispered, “You come when I say you can come.”

I knew she loved this. We made a code signal that she could use for a hard stop. I intense scenes like this I insist on being safe. Safe words are great but gagged like this I could do anything I wanted to her and never hear that word. Her signal was three fingers up.

Her hands remained in fists.

Every time she got close, I’d pull back. She’d whimper, tears forming at the edges of her blindfold, but that didn’t deter me. The looped audio in her headphones was my own voice telling her exactly how to rub herself, how to beg, how to hold back. It drove her insane, amplifying every sensation.

At one point, she tried to fight the ropes, her body demanding the release I refused to grant. I tightened my grip on the clamps, gave them a gentle twist, and she practically screamed behind the gag, her entire form trembling. I leaned down, lips brushing her neck, “You want to come so badly, don’t you?” She nodded wildly.

“Too fucking bad.”

Time lost all meaning.

She was a puddle of sweat and lust, her once-perfect afro puff now frizzed against the pillow. Her pleas turned to sobs of frustration—she needed it, and I refused. I traced lazy circles on her inner thighs, teased her clit with my fingertip, then retreated at the last second. Over and over again.

Finally, I decided to take the headphones off. She shuddered at the sudden loss of that constant audio, head lolling back as if the silence was too stark. Pulling the gag from her mouth, I let her breathe. But before she could form a coherent word, I pressed the bullet vibe directly against her swollen clit, cranking it to a higher setting. She screamed, hips bucking, babbling, “Please, oh God, please! I need to come—”

I covered her mouth with my hand, leaning in. “No.” She froze, eyes wide beneath the blindfold, tears clinging to her lashes. Then I slowed the vibe, pulling it away completely. Her sob of disappointment nearly broke me, but the sadistic streak in me loved it. I wanted her to remember this forever.

I tugged the plug in her ass just enough to send another shock of sensation rippling through her. She twisted against the bindings, cursing in Yoruba. “Bàmi! Bàmi jọ̀!”—she was begging for help, for mercy, for anything. All I did was press a finger to her lips, hush her like she was a disobedient child.

“I told you,” I whispered in that deep baritone she couldn’t resist, “you don’t get to come unless I say so.”

And that was the kicker: I never let her come. After hours of edging, tears, soaked sheets, the faint bruise of rope marks on her wrists, I untied her without giving her that release. I watched her slump back, chest heaving, nipples swollen and clamped, the vibrator slipping from her slick folds. She stared at me in shock, half-dazed, half-ready to murder me.

“You… you fucker.” She could barely speak. Her voice was hoarse, lips parted. “You can’t—How could—?”

I just grinned, wiping sweat from my brow. “I can do whatever I want,” I answered, voice calm, “as long as you’re willing to let me.”

And the crazy thing? She was. Even after all that, the gleam in her eye told me she’d do it all over again if I just said the word. We lay there for a long time, letting our breathing even out, the tang of sex heavy in the air. Eventually, we cleaned up, ate the cold food we’d neglected hours ago, and she laughed. She said she’d never driven three hours for any man before, but it was worth it.

Five years later, I still think about that night. About how a sultry voice note on /r/gonewildaudio led to one of the most intense, mind-altering sessions of denial I’ve ever orchestrated. She’ll always be that Yoruba beauty with the big Afro puff, the one who tested how far she’d go for the perfect whisper in her ear—and discovered there was no limit at all.

So, y’all ever had someone drive hours just for a taste of what you’ve got? Because let me tell you, nothing spikes the ego like someone willing to put that many miles on their car just to be teased, bound, and broken in the best possible way.

This wasn't the last time I saw her.

She's a very good memory.