Audrey's Spell

James stepped into the coffee shop, looking around nervously. Then he saw her, sitting at the back most table seat, in the little nook that would give them some degree of privacy. He quickly strode over to her table and sat down.

Audrey was reading a book, chuckling over it, and sipping a cup of black tea. She didn’t respond to James as he sat down, waiting patiently for him to make the first move.

Several tense seconds went by before he said, “I believe you now.”

Audrey looked up at him, offering him a bemused smile. “Do you?”

“I didn’t think this hypnotism cra—stuff—was real,” he said. “That’s why I laughed it off.”

“But?”

“But now I can’t…” he flushed crimson as the words hung in his throat.

“Can’t what?” she said, her voice low and sultry.

“Can’t… cum!” he said, his voice raising an octave at his confession. “I don’t know what little trick you did while I was under, but I can’t cum no matter what I do!”

“Goodness!” said Audrey, feigning pity. “It’s been two weeks since my little demonstration. You must be quite pent up. No wonder you look so tense.”

“Of all the things…” he swallowed hard. “Did you have to do that to me?”

“Well, I did say my specialty was erotic effects,” she said. “I also know you’ve fantasized and masturbated to thoughts of me quite frequently, and that you always lost it in under a minute when you stroked yourself to me.”

James’ eyes widened. “How did you…?”

Audrey gave him a smirk. “You’d be amazed what people confess to under hypnosis.” She shrugged. “Anyway, you were really set on not believing me, so I wanted to make sure my effect would have an obvious and profound impact.” James’ blush grew deeper. She reached up with her leg under the table, and tapped his crotch with her foot. His hard cock flexed. “I see that I have!”

 “So,” he said. “Could you please… I dunno… remove the block?”

“You can cum using a specific trigger word, if uttered by a woman,” she said. “One utterance equals one orgasm.”

James swallowed nervously again. “I don’t think I want my orgasms to be dependent on someone else like that. Please, just undo your trigger!”

Audrey smirked again. She settled one hand around her cup of tea, then began to slowly, lightly trace her index finger up and down it, caressing it as she might a lover’s cheek. James noticed this little motion, and he felt it suddenly very compelling to watch. He stared at her finger’s movement for several seconds, before he realized what was happening. But by then it was too late; he felt his awareness of the surrounding world start to fade, his attention narrowing until Audrey was the sole focus of his mind. He stiffened as he tried to resist, but her hypnotic triggers were stronger than he could have ever believed.

“Fall,” she whispered in a way that tickled his mind. He briefly stiffened, and then went slack, his eyes drooping and his body sagging back in the seat. “Good boy,” she said. Her words, spoken in that sultry whisper, seemed to reverberate throughout his whole being.

Audrey grinned at how easily, and readily, James fell under her power. He’d acted so resistant, laughed her off, but she knew, deep down, that the thought of erotic hypnosis turned him on like nothing else. Overpowering him had been almost too easy. Now it was time for a little fun.

“Tongues,” she whispered. James let out a small gasp as he felt the sensations of several hot, wet, tongues sliding and swirling over his rock hard cock. Nothing was actually touching him, but his mind and body were completely convinced that several women were licking his organ, deeply and sensually.

“Sucking,” she whispered, and James gasped louder, as he felt a full mouth taking him inside, sucking him deep, then slowly bobbing up and down along his length. The mouth paused near the top to pull exquisitely at the head, before the lips moved down to the root, and the phantom throat squeezed him lovingly.

“Fingers,” she whispered, and James let out a soft cry, as he felt a phantom hand grip him, the fingertips touching exactly the right spots, rubbing him in the perfect rhythm he masturbated with.

“Feathers,” she whispered, and James whimpered as he felt a dozen light, irresistible feathers tickling up and down the length of his cock, swishing around the head and around his testicles, tickling the nooks of his inner thighs, then back along the shaft.

All these sensations, the tongues, the fingers, the feathers, and the mouth, layered upon each other, each phantom sensation distinct upon his organ, the pleasure from each blending together into an irresistible, sensual force.

James began to whine, making a high pitched mew that threatened to draw a few eyes from others in the coffee shop. Audrey whispered, “Quiet. Still.” Somehow, James’ pitiful whimpers were silenced, and all he could do was gasp softly. His body shivered, but he maintained his posture, in no danger of falling off the chair.

“So,” said Audrey, admiring her handiwork. “You wish for control of your orgasms back? You wish to cum whenever you want?”

James nodded, his face contorted in beautiful, sensual agony. Even the most desensitized, strong-willed man would have cum in seconds from the assault of phantom sensations James was feeling now. Yet all he could do was twitch and make small jerks with his hips as his cock flexed in his pants, but refused to release. Her previous hypnotic condition held strong, preventing him from achieving orgasm, no matter how hard, or how long, he was ground against the fierce edge of climax.

“Do you think you deserve it?” she said. “Do you think you deserve such a privilege, after you laughed at me, after you used my image for your pleasure so selfishly?”

James’ brow furrowed, as if in confusion. His mind was a whirl of pleasure and need; it was so difficult to form thoughts now. But he felt a pang of guilt for how he’d mocked her. Did he deserve such a privilege? He didn’t know. He couldn’t think. He could only feel and yearn.

“I’ll let you think about it,” she said. Then she went back to reading her book. The two sat there, Audrey chuckling again as she read the amusing work, sipping her tea as if nothing unusual at all was going on, while James gasped and shivered and suffered in a personal storm of ecstasy. After ten minutes, Audrey whispered “Toes,” adding the sensations of two feet rubbing him, the toes curling around his shaft and head and squeezing playfully. After twenty minutes, Audrey whispered, “Fucking,” and James grunted loudly as he felt a hot, tight, wetness envelop him, different from the mouth, a phantom pussy making love to him.

After thirty minutes, Audrey finally looked up from her book and smiled at the poor, suffering man. He was an utter wreck, sweating, gasping, making small grunts despite her command to be silent. Fortunately, the general din of conversation and work throughout the coffee shop kept anyone else from noticing his noises, and their little corner was still private enough to keep curious eyes from noticing his movements. “Faster,” said Audrey, and all the phantom sensations moved quicker upon him. James’ mouth opened in a silent scream and his body locked up, his hands gripping the chair. “Faster,” she said, and James’ body quivered with tension, his mind and body wound tight as a steel spring.

“Well?” she said in her soft, sultry voice, the words tingling across his mind. “Do you deserve it?”

James stiffly shook his head. He didn’t. He was unworthy. She was so powerful, a goddess, and he a mere mortal. He deserved his punishment, but her wicked blessing of pleasure was more than he could bear! Fueled by sheer desperation, his lips worked, and he was able to choke out two barely audible words: “please… mercy…!”

Audrey’s smile broadened. “You poor thing. I suppose you’ve suffered enough, for now. Very well, when I next say the word, your block will be released. But now that you know my power, I think you’ll be back for more soon enough. Don’t you think?”

James could only nod stiffly. Audrey chuckled. She closed her book and stood, then leaned forward, breathing her words into his ear, each syllable rippling across his mind like sensual thunder. “Wait fifteen seconds, after which, you will Wake and Explode! Starting… now!” So saying, she swiftly left the coffee shop. Just as she reached the door, she heard James’ utterly tremendous shout. She couldn’t help but laugh as she walked out.

James bucked and writhed and screamed as the spells released him and he came! He came so hard and long that his semen flowed right through the material of his pants, a huge stain forming over his crotch. He nearly blacked out as he sagged completely into his chair. Everyone in the coffee shop stopped what they were doing to watch the show, a couple people coming over to see if he was okay. Their noses wrinkled at the scent of semen.

Feeling drained and weak, he nonetheless forced himself to get up, wave off the people checking on him, and run from the shop, leaving stunned faces, and a few laughs, trailing behind him. When he got outside, he slouched against the wall of the shop and looked around. Audrey was no where to be found. As he caught his breath, he could only stand in awe of what she had done. Even though she’d just wrung more cum out of him than any other orgasm he’d ever experienced, his cock still throbbed at the thought of her. He wanted to run home and rub another few out, just to ease the haze of lust he was still in.

But he hesitated, thinking better of it. If he was going to worship his new goddess that way, it would probably be better to get her permission first. Even if, no, especially if, that meant letting her toy with his mind and body as much as she liked!

The Argument

“For fuck’s sake, Todd, all I’m asking is that you do a little fucking housework. Why is this such a big deal for you?” Margaret was glaring at her husband, hands on her hips, as he sat on the couch, playing one of his dumb video games, like he’d been doing all week. She had hopped for once to come home from work to find the house at least half-way straightened up, but no, that was apparently too much to ask.

“The place looks fine,” growled Todd.

“Fine, huh?” Margaret picked up one of Todd’s shirts, idly tossed on the floor of their one-bedroom apartment. She tossed it at his head, where it wrapped over his face, blocking his view of the screen. Todd grunted, yanked the shirt off his face, and threw it to the side, pausing the game. He turned at glared at her.

“The place is a mess,” she said, motioning to the empty soda cans on the coffee table, the discarded clothes on the sofa, and the pile of dishes in the sink. “Maybe you don’t mind sitting in filth, but I’d like to not trip over your fucking underwear when I come home from work.” She kicked at the carpet, and winced as she saw a few crumbs from one of their meals fly up. “Christ, when is the last time you even vacuumed? There’s only three rooms worth of carpet in this place, you can’t run the fucking Hoover for ten minutes?”

“I’m shit at housework, I told you,” he said.

“Let me guess, because it’s woman’s work, right?” she said.

Metis Academy - Blake's Roommate

 ONE

Blake was trembling as the new dorm assignments were being made. Every student in the academy had lived in single bedroom dorms, and now, for the final third of the school year, they were all going to get roommates. Half the guys from the boys’ dorm would be moving into the girl’s rooms, and vice versa. Whilst this meant half the available rooms were no longer occupied, students could potentially use them as extra study or play areas if they so desired.

Blake thought it was a little nuts how they kept changing the dynamics. In the first three months, when none of the girl students had their Sex Magic powers, the boys were supposed to obey every word the girls said, or risk punishment by the staff. In the second three months, that rule had been lifted, but by then, the girls were all getting their Magic, and they didn’t need rules to make the boys obey them. They’d said the point was to get the boys used to obedience and the girls used to the power they had, or would have, over the boys through their lives.

Now the final stage of the plan was being implemented. Every boy was being given to a girl to be their live-in servant. Many of the boys by now were fortunate enough to have hooked up with a specific girl, becoming her boytoy or sex slave. Those assignments were easy. Out of 100 males and 100 females, 67 official couples were recognized, and another 20 were at least a little interested in each other. Assigning those sets together made sense.

Blake and a dozen others, however, were the dregs who got picked last. Boys who managed to not earn any girl’s favor, girls who didn’t find any particular boy appealing (who wasn’t already taken). For these new assignments, they were being matched together by random draw.

The Metis Academy Experiment

THE METIS ACADEMY EXPERIMENT

THE PURPOSE

Metis Academy was billed as a social experiment wherein young men and young women, just about to enter the age of Sex Magic empowerment, were to live in a boarding school environment with a completely female dominated culture. This was supposed to begin a long-term study on the impact that growing up in a hardcore female dominated society would have on upcoming generations.

Only four years had passed since Sex Magic’s arrival, and it was already quite obvious that total female supremacy was going to be a way of life, whether men or women wanted it or not. Metis was an attempted projection into a small-scale society of total female supremacy enforced through Sex Magic, a micro-Queendom all its own, before Queendoms came to be the default form of government across the world.

THE SECONDARY PURPOSE (CLASSIFIED)

However, there was another purpose for the Academy: to see if normal Sex Mage women could be rapidly enhanced into Archmages. Even though the power ranking classifications we know of today weren’t officially recognized until year 6 of the Goddess Era, it was already apparent that there were different levels of power among women. Most notably, it seemed that many attractive female celebrities and porn stars had stronger powers than most women; it was believed that the large number of men who fantasized about and masturbated to, or otherwise admired, these women somehow lent extra power to them. Although most Archmages appear to be born at their level, there are rare cases of some women who, after frequent and persistent use of her powers and after taking many lovers and admirers, start to display stronger than average abilities.

A single porn star or famous actress who already had tens of thousands of admiring men masturbating to her pictures and videos would likely already be starting with an Archmage level baseline of power when Sex Magic first spread across the globe.

Metis Academy was to see if young women who were already co-existing with a large group of constantly teased, obedient, and desperately horny young men, whom they were all at liberty to play with, and frequently encouraged to do so, would get a similar jump-start on their abilities.

Hope

ONE

They could sense her approaching before they ever saw her: Hope Escher. The Woman From the Edge of Town. The Cock-Breaker. The Glitch-Bitch. The Broken Lady.

The forty-five year old woman didn’t appear particularly noteworthy. Five and a half feet tall, a slim build, a small bust, and a rather plain face. Light blond hair cut off at the shoulder, grey eyes, and fair skin. She could pretty herself up quite nicely if she tried, but she was average enough that under normal circumstances, no one would notice her in a crowd. Although the rejuvenating nature of Sex Magic gave her the body of a twenty year old, you could tell she was really middle-aged. She carried herself like an older woman, kindly stoic, almost matronly, dressed in simpler, more practical clothing. Slacks, a white blouse, flat brown shoes, and a light green cardigan sweater. She even drove an old, clunky scooter, not a common vehicle to be sure, but just the sort of utilitarian thing for a quick run into town for errands.

Hope was just an average woman going about her day, but when she entered town, everyone took notice, whether they wanted to or not. She tried to make the trip quick. Just zip into town, stop by the grocery store, post office, gas station, and back home. Her old scooter puttered worryingly as she steered onto the main street. She was going to have to get it fixed, and she wasn’t sure she had the money for that. Her budget was tight this month.

Pulling up into the parking lot of the grocery store, she tried to ignore the glares. Living in a tiny town meant she only had a couple places to go for supplies, and that meant repeatedly interacting with the same women who just wanted to punch her teeth in.

Pandora Secret Files

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Sex Mage World: Quickies!

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Motorcycle

Frank was just finished polishing the chrome of his new motorcycle when a young woman walked up his driveway, right up to him. He recognized slim, brunette girl from several houses down the street. He blushed as he realized she was wearing only a tight white sundress, a rather short one at that, and very obviously nothing else. She was even walking barefoot.

Frank felt a flutter of nervousness. The young woman had a certain poise and expression that showed a complete confidence in what she was doing. Almost like a cat about to pounce on a mouse.

“Nice bike,” she said, in a slightly sultry voice, exactly the sort of voice that Frank found incredibly alluring. She stood, on hand on her hip, which she cocked slightly to the side. The girl had modest curves, but they were impossible not to scope out, just from the way she held herself. She knew exactly who was in charge here.

Demotion

A little discussion on a forum thread inspired me to go back and expand on one of my Captioned Images to make this little scene. Warning: No sex. Also probably depressing. One wonders how you'd even jerk off to it. Butt, I believe you'll find a way.  ; )


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Joe stepped nervously into his new boss’s office. He glanced around and couldn’t help but feel envious. A big desk, nice rug, window view of downtown. Joe had had his eye on this room for over a decade. He should be the one in here, not the ditz who’d once done little more than fetch his coffee and look good in a tight skirt.

Joe swallowed hard as he waited for Susan to acknowledge him. The athletic brunette still looked good in a tight skirt. She looked good in a whole suit. Jesus, did she have to wear such a tight outfit? He was pretty sure formal wear wasn’t supposed to show off every sexy curve, and wasn’t supposed to show so much cleavage.

Susan had been rooting through her filing cabinet when he came in. Joe scowled and waited impatiently for her to finish, trying very hard not to ogle her smooth, sexy legs. Legs he’d once quite often thought of wrapped around his hips while he rubbed one out back home. He’d think of being in this very office, and Susan his cute secretary bringing in his drink or some papers, and then he’d grab her and push her against that desk, and she’d giggle her stupid little giggle, and wouldn’t even wait to get their clothes off before she was wrapping those fantastic legs around him, humping him, and moaning…

Joe grit his teeth and clenched his fists and forced himself to think of anything else. He hoped he’d suppressed the fantasy in time, but he saw the slight curling of the corner of Susan’s mouth. Was that bitch smiling? Was she amused by his fantasy?

Riding with Girls

Doreen Stevenson smiled and waved as she pulled up in front of the Johnson’s house. She was giving her daughter Jenny, and Jenny’s friends, a ride to the beach, and this was their last stop. Jenny sat up front, Lindsey and Tessa sat in the two bucket seats of the van’s second row, leaving the back row for the Johnson siblings.

Cathy and Blake Johnson were already standing in the yard, Cathy wearing a bikini top and short shorts, Blake wearing only gym shorts and a tee-shirt. He looked a little embarrassed as he realized the van was full of Cathy’s friends.

“Hey, I thought this was an all-girl hang out,” said Jenny, frowning at Blake, who shifted nervously under her gaze.

Cathy shrugged apologetically, then looked past Jenny to Doreen. “Really sorry, Ms. Stevenson, but my mother was supposed to drop Blake off at the library. She had an emergency and had to jet. If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind giving him a ride? It should be on the way.”

Doreen Stevenson looked at Blake. “Of course, honey. If he doesn’t mind being trapped with a bunch of cute girls for a while.” She gave him a wink and a grin.

Blake blushed. “No, it’s fine. Thank you, Ms. Stevenson.”

The older woman chuckled. “Aw, so polite! It’s no problem at all. And please, call me Doreen.”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Ugh, Mom, have some standards, will you?”

Doreen rolled her eyes right back. “And here I thought mothers were supposed to be the prudish ones.”

Subway Ride

After a long day at work, Peggy was not in the mood to deal with rude assholes on the subway. One would think a few years of Sex Magic would make any man wary of being disrespectful of a woman, but not every guy was as appreciative of the power a Sex Mage could wield.

Case in point, the subway car was packed with businesswomen and men heading home from work and those not working coming home from errands. Every seat was taken, and every bar already had enough people around it.

Only one bar remained relatively clear. Or at least it would have, if the douchebag leaning on it didn’t insist on taking up the whole thing by leaning his whole butt, back, and head along every available spot Peggy could have comfortably reached. The man looked like a real punk, too. Leather jacket, ripped jeans, a buzzcut, lanky but tall, with a thin facial scar indicating he’d once been in a knife fight. He was Latino, and the green bandanna around his head indicated he belonged to one of the gangs still lurking in the alleys. What the hell he was doing in this part of the subway, looking like a tough guy among all the suits and casuals, Peggy couldn’t guess.

On the Quad

Suzy yawned and stretched as she looked up from her text book. She leaned back against the tree she’d be studying under and looked out over the rectangular field around which the college’s main classroom buildings were situated. Dozens of other students were taking advantage of the beautiful day. Sunny, only slightly cloudy, warm, but with a cool breeze. Many were sitting around studying or drawing or just hanging out with their friends. Most everyone was dressed in shorts and tee-shirts, Suzy and her boyfriend included. Some of the girls were stretched out on beach towels, wearing only short shorts and bikini tops, sunbathing. Suzy couldn’t help but smirk.

Suzy glanced at her boyfriend, Jim. The blond boy was reading a comic book instead of studying like he was supposed to. He was also glancing up fairly frequently at the hot college girls lounging around or walking by in their skimpy clothes. Even if she hadn’t been watching him from the corner of her eye while she studied, the mystic power of Sex Magic let her detect every time his libido sparked whenever a particularly cute or sexy girl came into his field of view, briefly drawing his gaze before he forced himself to look back at his comic. He made a few furtive glances back at Suzy, but the brunette sophomore acted like she hadn’t noticed his wandering eyes.

Jim wasn’t the only guy giving appreciative glances, of course. Suzy could sense dozens of little sparks from all the guys on the campus quad as they noticed a set of bouncing tits or the curve of a stretched out leg. Several guys were fighting to keep from getting erect, so as to avoid too brazenly drawing attention to the fact they were looking. Several guys failed, and Suzy was quite amused as she sensed at least one guy on the far end of the quad, hiding behind a set of bushes, trying desperately not to cry out as his hard cock was being teased with a feather-light stroking spell by some other girl with Sex Magic. He didn’t even know who it was, but he didn’t dare try to run, lest he draw even more attention to himself. For now, it amused the women around him to let him panic over his predicament, letting him sweat out if he should leave or not.

Suzy, ever mischievous, decided she’d had enough Calculus for the day, and closed her book, relaxing against the tree. Next to her, Jim sat cross-legged, keeping his head down and focused on his comic.

“Hey,” said Suzy. “I’m bored.”

“Oh, yeah?” said Jim. He gave her a smile that was both suggestive, but also a bit nervous. “I’m bored” was usually the code word for upcoming Sex Magic shenanigans. Suzy had no qualms playing around with Jim, even in public, whether it was suddenly giving him a quick psychic blowjob while he walked down the street or making him as hard as possible while at a restaurant, causing all the women to notice.

“Yeah,” said Suzy, giving him a sly grin. “Take your clothes off.” 

An Instant Messenger Story

AOL Instant Messenger Log

April 9^th, 2010

CyberEDD logged on. CyberEDD wants to send a message to RadicalRiley.

Accept?

Yes.

>>>>> 

CyberEDD: Hey! So, how you enjoying Colorado!

RadicalRiley: Hey there! It’s good so far! Moved in and unpacked already. Roommate seems nice so far. Summer classes start in a couple weeks, so I can get used to campus. Seems like a nice town, if kind of small.

CyberEDD: Cool. Podunk, West Virginia hasn’t changed since you left.

RadicalRiley: Haha! How are your classes going? Final coming up soon, yeah?

CyberEDD: Another month.

RadicalRiley: Ah.

CyberEDD: Still a little jealous you get to go out of state. Always wanted to see Colorado. My Dad grew up there.

RadicalRiley: Eh, I lucked out on getting the scholarship. And yeah, you’ve said. Well, now you’ve got an excuse! You can come visit sometime!

CyberEDD: Haha, just might do that.

…

CyberEDD: Hey.

RadicalRiley: Hi!

CyberEDD: So, um, this is gunna sound kinda weird, but

RadicalRiley: Uh-huh?

CyberEDD: Have you heard anything about this “Sex Magic” stuff people are talking about?

Cherry Spies

Cherry giggled as she watched the pool boy struggle in her mother’s invisible bonds. He was being disciplined again for some probably imagined slight or mistake her mother cooked up. The boy was eighteen, but was tall and rippling with muscle, clearly making an effort to build up his body. Her mother, on the other hand, was a petite woman with a slight figure, elegantly attractive. She wore her red silky gown, while the pool boy was naked, his penis straining towards the sky, throbbing and jerking like mad.

The pool boy was pinned spread eagle against the wall, his eyes kept shut, his whole body shaking, his muscles flexing and clenching as he struggled against the magic bonds that held him in place. Her mother lay back in her seat, legs crossed, giving him a look of bored tolerance. With only her thoughts, she teased the poor pool boy’s cock with pleasures, perhaps a phantom handjob or blowjob or maybe some psychic fucking. Or maybe all three, the way he was struggling.

And of course, even as his hips jerked and his cock bounced, even as he moaned and gasped and whimpered and made an “O” face, he was unable to cum, his balls swollen and dark with unspent semen. Her mother said one of that the simplest, yet most devastatingly effective spell in a Sex Mage’s arsenal was the orgasm block, and Cherry could believe it, seeing how much the pool boy was suffering. Her mother had also sealed the pool boy’s lips to gag him, but even from her hiding spot in her mother’s closet, where she peered through the thin spaces between the slats, she could make out the muffled cries the boy was giving, consisting largely of words like “mercy,” “please,” and “cum.”