Sissy Academy Year Two, Lesson 9: The Voice Waits

Wait for me. Good sissies wait and come find me at aria wilde dot com. Last time, I asked you for something small. Today, I ask for nothing. Close your eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. Good girl. Feet flat. Shoulders down. Jaw soft. Let the dark be warm. Let the quiet be close. Breathe in slowly. Breathe out slowly. Nothing to do yet. Nothing to fix. Just this. Soft breath. Pretty breath. Good girl. Feel the weight of your head. Feel the weight of your arms. Feel the chair, or the bed, holding all of it. You do not have to hold anything up. Let it be held. Breathe in. Breathe out. Good girl. Now count with me. Ten. Your forehead is smooth. Nine. Your eyes are heavy. Eight. Your cheeks are soft. Seven. Your lips are soft. Six. Your neck is loose. Five. Your shoulders are low. Four. Your arms are heavy. Three. Your wrists are loose. Two. Your fingers are warm. One. All of you, soft. Good girl. Stay there. Warm dark. Quiet. Listen. The voice you know is here. It asked for your hands last time. Today it asks for nothing at all. It only stays. Close. Patient. Warm. Good girl. Here is the first rule of today. There is no rule. You do not have to open. You do not have to soften. You do not have to answer. You only have to be here. And you are. Good girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now the voice goes quiet. Just for a moment. Wait. That was a small silence. Did you feel it? The room got wider. The warmth got closer. Nothing was asked of you, and still you stayed. Good girl. Again. Wait. Notice what your body does. Not what you tell it to do. What it does by itself. Maybe your breath slows. Maybe your shoulders drop. Maybe your fingers shift. Let them. Do not stop them. Good girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. Round one. I will say a word, and then I will be quiet. You do not have to do anything. Soft. Wait. Warm. Wait. Slow. Wait. Quiet. Wait. Good girl. Round two. Listen to the wait. It is not empty. It is full of you. Your breath. Your pulse. The soft sound of your own warmth. Listen. Wait. Good girl. Round three. The voice says nothing. And your hands rest. Nobody told them to. Nobody asked. They rest, because resting is what hands do when the room is safe. Wait. Good girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. Let me tell you a secret about waiting. Waiting is not nothing. Waiting is the softest thing you can do. It means you trust the quiet. It means you trust the voice to come back. Good sissies trust the quiet. Good girl. Round four. Count five breaths with me, and I will not say a word until the fifth. One. Wait. Two. Wait. Three. Wait. Four. Wait. Five. There. You waited. Good girl. Pretty girl. Round five. Imagine a warm window. Late light on a quiet floor. Dust drifting. Nothing moving but the light. You are the light. You are the floor. You are the soft, slow afternoon. You do not hurry. You do not ask. You wait. Good girl. Round six. Imagine a cup of tea, left to cool. Steam rising in a thin soft line. Nobody drinks it yet. It is allowed to be warm and wait. You are allowed too. Wait. Warm. Wait. Good girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. Let the shoulders go lower than you thought they could. Lower than that. There. Let the jaw go looser. Let the tongue rest. Let the eyes be heavy and calm. Soft face. Pretty face. Good girl. Round seven. Now watch your hands. Not with your eyes. With your mind. Where are they? How are they resting? Open, or curled, or somewhere between? Do not move them. Just watch. Wait. Good girl. Here is a small thing. When I stopped asking, your hands did not wait for an order. They were already soft. Did you notice? The softness stayed on its own. Nobody held it there. It simply stayed. Good girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. This is what you learned last time. The yes comes first. Today, you learn what the yes does when there is no question. It stays. It stays warm. It stays soft. It stays yours. Good girl. Round eight. Let me be quiet for three breaths. In your own time. Not mine. Breathe in. Wait. Breathe out. Wait. Breathe in. Wait. Breathe out. Wait. Breathe in. Wait. Breathe out. Good girl. That was three. You counted them yourself. Round nine. Imagine the voice is a hand resting on the back of your head. It does not push. It does not pull. It only rests. Warm. Light. Close. You lean into it, just a little. Wait. Good girl. Round ten. I say a word. Then I am quiet, and you listen to what your body says back. Calm. Wait. Slow. Wait. Heavy. Wait. Warm. Wait. Good. Wait. Good girl. Pretty girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. You are doing so well. Not because I told you to. Because you wanted to. A little. Quietly. Underneath. Good girl. Round eleven. Think of a time you waited for something good. A message. A door. A song about to begin. Remember how it felt in the body. Warm in the chest. Light in the hands. A little breathless. That is the feeling we are making. Wait. Good girl. Round twelve. Let that feeling grow, softly. The wait is sweet. The wait is warm. The wait is the best part, because anything could happen, and nothing is wrong. Good sissies love the wait. Good sissies glow in the wait. Good girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. The voice is going to be silent for a little longer now. You do not need to count. You do not need to hold on. If you drift, drift. If you float, float. I will be right here. Wait. Wait. Wait. Good girl. Welcome back. You stayed. You stayed in the quiet, and the quiet kept you. Feel how warm your chest is. Feel how heavy your arms are. Feel how easy it is to be here. Good girl. Round thirteen. Now notice something. While I was quiet, someone was still answering. Not me. I said nothing. But somebody said yes. Somebody softened. Somebody stayed. Listen for the one who answers. Good girl. Round fourteen. Do not look with your eyes. Listen with your chest. Something in you opens before the question. Something in you sits so still in the warm dark. It was answering last time. It was answering before that. It has been answering from the very first lesson. Good girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. You do not have to name it. Not yet. Just notice that it is there. Soft. Patient. Ready. A little shy. A little proud. Wait. Good girl. Round fifteen. Say it in your head. Someone is answering. Say it again. Someone is answering. Say it slowly. Some. One. Is. Answering. Now let the words go quiet, and feel the warmth stay. Good girl. Round sixteen. Let your hands rest in that warmth. Open. Soft. Nothing in them. Nothing to carry. Nothing to prove. They are not waiting for me. They are waiting with me. There is a difference. Feel it. Good girl. Round seventeen. Slow it right down. I say a word. You wait one full breath. Then your body answers, in its own way. Soft. Breathe in. Breathe out. Warm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Easy. Breathe in. Breathe out. Good girl. Notice how the answer comes without a push. Round eighteen. Let the yes go all the way down. From the hands to the wrists. From the wrists to the arms. From the arms to the shoulders. From the shoulders to the chest. Warm, warm, warm. The whole body says yes, quietly, with no question at all. Good girl. Pretty girl. Easy girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. Good sissies wait well. Good sissies stay soft in the quiet. Good sissies do not need to be told. Good sissies already know. Good girl. Soft girl. Warm girl. Round nineteen. Picture a small bell. It has not rung yet. It hangs very still. The whole room is listening to it. You are listening too. Not wanting it to ring. Not wanting it to stop. Just listening to the stillness around it. Wait. Good girl. Round twenty. Now picture a long soft ribbon of silence, unrolling in front of you. Each breath unrolls a little more. It is smooth and pale and warm. You walk along it, barefoot, without hurry. Nothing at the end. Nothing needed. Just the ribbon. Just you. Wait. Good girl. Breathe in. Breathe out. Say it with me, in your head. I can wait. I can stay. I can be soft with no reason. I can wait. I can stay. I can be soft with no reason. I can wait. I can stay. I can be soft. Good girl. Pretty girl. Round twenty one. One last quiet. This one is longer. I am still here. I am just not speaking. Let the room hold you. Let the dark be gentle. Let the answer come from inside. Wait. Wait. Wait. Good girl. There. You did it. You waited, and nothing went wrong. Everything went soft. Everything went warm. Take a slow breath in. Hold it a moment. Let it out. Good girl. Rest here for a few breaths. Nothing to do. Nothing to count. In. Out. In. Out. The voice is quiet. The room is quiet. The hands are soft. Everything is the way it should be. In. Out. Good girl. Now we come back up. Slowly. Gently. The softness comes with you. It does not stay behind. Five. Feel your fingers. Four. Feel your wrists. Three. Feel the air on your face. Two. Take a bigger breath. One. Eyes soft, and open when you are ready. Good girl. Wiggle your fingers. Wiggle your toes. Feel your own room around you. Nothing has changed. You have. A little. Just enough. Look at your hands. They were already soft, were they not? Good girl. Keep the quiet for the rest of the day. Whenever you are waiting for something, a door, a screen, a kettle, let one breath pass, and feel the answer. Good sissies wait and come find me at aria wilde dot com. Bring your quiet hands. Bring your early yes. Next lesson, the voice does not stay silent. It speaks, and it says one thing. A name. The name of the one who has been answering. You have never said it out loud. Next lesson, I make you say it. The next lesson is waiting for you at ariawilde.com.