Midnight Bliss

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Clickbait

I can just imagine what sort of silly clickbait articles would be popping up in the early years of Sex Magic. Something like this came to mind...

7 Ways You’re Thinking About Sex Magic Wrong!

#1 – His semen is the key to his sanity… breaking it, that is!

Guys need to cum. No, you don’t understand, they need to cum. It’s the way they were designed. It’s why they think about sex all the time. Their bodies keep producing that thick, white goo and they have to get rid of, like a cow needs to get rid of its milk. If a guy doesn’t release his semen, he will go crazy. Fortunately, the crazier he gets, the more subservient he gets when he realizes that you are the only one who can release his seed for him!

Ladies, you absolutely must learn the Orgasm Block spell. If you only ever learn one spell in your life, it should be this one. It’s one of the easiest to learn and simplest to use. Just practice on a guy a few times, and you’ll be placing them like a pro! And when a man in your life is completely powerless to release the crazy juice boiling in his balls, he will treat you like an absolute Goddess if you so much as hint that you might, maybe, some day think about helping him ejaculate.

You should let him, once in a while, for very good behavior. But never too much. You can always find little excuses here and there to extend his release times, if you feel he’s getting spoiled.

#2 – His penis can only get so hard, but there’s no limit to his tension!

On an erection intensity scale of 1 to 10, his penis tops out at 3, maybe 4 is he’s really huge. Unless you use the magic to warp his body, the penis literally cannot get any stiffer, cannot get any fuller with blood. If it did, it would probably burst like an overfilled tire! Thankfully, Sex Magic will never let that happen.

Even more thankfully? Magic doesn’t care if his cock can’t get any harder. It’ll make him feel harder, feel all the more tense, until his whole body is shivering and his penis is literally vibrating to shake off some of the tension. Even if his cock can only reach a 3 in tension, his libido can go all the way to 10, and beyond! Dial up to 11? Fuck, that’s just foreplay. Dial that fucker up to 100!

Remember that the more tense he is, the more amazing the desperate lust energy he gives off feels. Keep going until his brain fries and there’s so much energy flying off him that you can’t even stand near him without cumming your brains out! Don’t worry about overdoing it, the Magic will recover him, so don’t hold back!

#3 – It’s not cheating as long as he doesn’t cum!

Most guys fantasize about being lord of their personal harem, with several girls clamoring for his cock. In reality, a lot of guys are loyal, and really only want that one special woman. And in a world of Sex Mages, it’s very easy for all the good guys to get snatched up by the competition! What’s a horny girl to do when her best friend already has that really cute boy she likes on a leash?

Fuck with him anyway! In a world of Sex Magic, all the old rules are off! Women share and swap and pull pranks all the time. Sex is so open, it’s pretty much impossible not to screw around with multiple people. But there should still be some standards. And these days, a man shows his loyalty to a woman by making sure she’s the only one he cums for. As long as you remember this, then there’s no problem! Play with the poor bastard all you like! Just don’t let him pop, and your girlfriends will understand. Just don’t be surprised when they return the favor on your own boy toy! ; )

#4 – His penis is your friend, and his enemy!

It may be attached to him, but trust us, his penis is on your side. It wants you to play with it, all the time, forever. It wants to please you any way you wish. It will always side with you and betray him. Take advantage of this, and remind him of it, every time he tries to act tough. The penis practically has a mind of its own, and this is one of the most frustrating and potentially humiliating things about being a guy. Any time you’re seducing a man or arguing with him, the fight will always be two against one, you and his penis versus his rational mind. Even without your Magic, the deck is already stacked in your favor. The Magic just makes it that much more overwhelming for him!

Any time you’re arguing or debating or even just can’t agree on something trivial, use your Magic to coax his penis for a little backup! It will always be eager to lend an assist!

#5 – You can never, ever get caught if you don’t want to!

Sex Magic is naturally a completely anonymous power! Unless you make a point to tell him, a guy has no real way of knowing what woman is playing with him. Better yet, with the exception of extremely rare Special Abilities, other women can’t sense where each other’s spells are coming from. This means you can do anything you want to a guy completely without repercussions, so long as you don’t reveal it’s you.

Want to tease your neighbor into insanity, but you’re afraid of what his wife will do if she finds out? Do it without fear! Play with that cock until he’s crying for mercy, all from the comfort of your own home, or office, or wherever! Hell, make him cum if you want. Let his wife fume over it. As long as you don’t admit it, even if they happen to suspect you, they’ve got no proof. Go hog wild!

Heck, some wives and girlfriends and mistresses even have fun with their boys by playing with them all day long, yet feigning innocence, scolding him for suspecting her. It drives men almost as crazy as the spells themselves!

#6 – Punish him for everything!

Never, ever, ever give him a break. Keep his head spinning. Punish him if he breaks a rule, even if you’re the one who makes him break it! Punish him for rules you just made up on the spot. Heck, punish him for being so good you don’t have anything to punish him for!

Make your rules up to interpretation. Never tell him things plainly. His head is already foggy with lust, keep him confused so he’s bound to screw something up (as long as it’s something that isn’t too much of a bother for you, of course).

Or, hell, just punish him because you feel like being mean, don’t even tell him why, then laugh as he struggles to figure it out. The only time you should ever show mercy is when you’re building anticipation for the next punishment!

#7 – He can never win. Ever. No, seriously, not ever!

You are a Goddess. Literally. You control supernatural powers. He is just a man. Men are ruled by their cocks. And your power gives you absolute control over those cocks. The only chance he will ever have is your own sense of fair play and mercy. Don’t have one? Well, that’s just tough… for him! For you? All the fun in the world!

FapReport Tech Support Transcript

TS: FapReport Tech Support, how can I help you?

Cust: Take down my profile!

TS: Sir, this line is for women only. If you want help with our male department, you--

Cust: That option just puts me on hold forever! I was on there for three hours!

TS: *giggle* Wow, most guys get the joke within two hours!

Cust: You think this is funny?! Your website is a huge violation of privacy!

TS: Well, sir, we at FapReport don't really think so. See, now that all women have Sex Magic, your sexual thoughts and memories are a complete open book to any woman who wants to take a peek in your pervy little mind. If you want to blame anyone, blame yourself for being born with a dick and balls.

Cust: You can't just abuse your powers like this!

TS: The power begs to differ, Henry Stevenson.

Cust: Wh-what? I didn't tell you my name yet? Are you using your powers?!

TS: No, just the Caller ID function on my computer. But thank you for confirming. Now, let's see this profile of yours...

Cust: No, don't look at it!

TS: Oh, goodness. It says here that you like it when a girl finger fucks your asshole. You fucked an apple pie once because you saw it in a movie. You fantasize about your old grade school teacher slapping your balls with a yardstick. You used to steal your sister’s panties to sniff them. And your mothers!

Cust: I never stole my mother's panties! That's a lie!

TS: But you did steal your sister’s?

Cust: I--! N-no! Why would you even believe that?!

TS: Because it’s true, isn’t it?

Cust: You don’t know that! You can’t know that!

TS: Actually, sir… I think I’m getting a pretty good sense of who you are from this profile. There’s even pictures. If I focus on your image, and these fantasies, and I cast my senses in the general direction of the address on the ID… yes… yes, I think… ah. There you are Henry. Or do you prefer Hank?

Cust: You can’t sense me! That’s impossible! We’ve never met!

TS: That’s one of the beauties of FapReport, sir. A woman doesn’t even have to have met with or played with a man to get a sense of him. It’s difficult to make contact at first, but if he’s within their natural range limit, she can sometimes make a connection if she tries real hard. Me, I’ve done this hundreds of times, so I’m a pro at finding men. Of course, it helps when a pervert like you already has a throbbing hard-on when they call me. This is turning you on, isn’t it?

Cust: No! I hate your website!

TS: Liar. The thought of even women you’ve never met before, who didn’t even know you existed, now knowing all your dirty secrets and giggling over them is quite arousing for you.

Cust: Y-y-you’re the one lying! You’re just messing with my head!

TS: Do you feel a tongue on your shaft?

Cust: Ah! Yes!

TS: You feel a hand on your balls?

Cust: Yes! No! You can’t be--!

TS: How about a finger wriggling in your rectum?

Cust: Ahh!

TS: Do you believe me now?

Cust: Aaaaah! St-stop! Stop!

TS: *giggle* Goodness, you are tense! No wonder you’re already hard. When did you last empty those? Wait, hold on, your profile should say. Oh, wow, back in August? That was four months ago! No wait, August of last year? Hahahaha!

Cust: St-stop laughing! My balls are killing me, my cock is always hard, and your fucking website keeps encouraging girls to send little tease spells and dirty notes to me every day! Please, remove my profile! I can’t stand it anymore!

TS: Well, for one thing, sir, as a male, what you want is irrelevant. Our website exists for women’s fun and amusement, and if you don’t like it, too bad. You shouldn’t have been born a guy. For another, even if we did remove it, I have no doubt some of your “secret admirers” would just make another one. You’ve got an above average amount of followers.

Cust: I’ve got followers?

TS: Yes. You can’t see the number unless you’re logged in. Of course, very few men are allowed to edit their own profile, for obvious reasons. Anyway, you’ve got at least three thousand followers on here. I guarantee if I deleted your profile, at least a few of them would recreate it before the end of the day

Cust: Can’t you block my name from being used or something?

TS: Well, that wouldn’t be fair to all the other Henry Stevensons out there, now would it? And anyway, it’s not like they couldn’t remake the profile under another name or something.

Cust: So you won’t do anything?

TS: No.

Cust: Fucking cunt! You fuck--AAAH!!!

TS: Ooooh, hot sauce up the bum! I do that sensation to my boyfriend whenever he gets smart with me!

Cust: AAAAHH!!! You bitch, you cunt, I’ll fucking sue you!

TS: Yeah, good luck with that. The world doesn’t belong to your good-old-boy patriarchy anymore. It’s women’s turn to have their fun!

Cust: I’ll fucking kill you!

TS: Oh my! You know what? Just for that, I’m putting a five-day Open Season on your profile.

Cust: W-what the fuck does that mean?!

TS: Open Season is an invitation for every woman who wants to unload her strongest teasing spells on the guy in the profile. You’ve got over three thousand followers. I’m sure at least half of them are in range, or know someone in range, and have already connected to your penis before. Imagine a thousand women attacking your dick at once, without restraint, for five whole days. That’s what’s going to happen to you when I click this button.

Cust: No! Wait! Please! I’m sorry!

TS: Are you? Are you really?

Cust: Yes! I’m sorry! I’m sorry I wasted your time! I’m sorry I threatened you! I was out of line! I’m just going out of my mind here, and I’m so humiliated, and—

TS: So, you’ve learned your lesson? That women, and their fun, aren’t to be fucked with?

Cust: Yes! Yes, I swear!

TS: I’m very glad to hear it. You have a nice week, sir.

Cust: Okay… thank you… *click*

[Call Disconnected]

TS: Hahahahaha! Oh, man. Hey, did you guys hear all that? Hilarious, right?

TS: Hmm? You really think I should? I mean, he was pretty bent out of shape, but…

TS: Yeah, you’re right, he was a dickhead. Fuck ‘em! Literally!

[Enable Open Season?  Yes/No]

[Yes] *click*

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Dellissa's World: The Sex Mage Island

Edited from a Topographical Map of Stewart Island

The Setting

One of the possible origin ideas I had for the Sex Mage World was the idea that the whole thing is an advanced Simulation, that the Sex Mage World that is inherently “fake” even within its own universe. Only a small percentage of people within the Simulation are real, with the rest being pantomime people running through pre-set programs. Something like this could easily be done using the Fae Realm aspect of the World of Civero setting. So, as a little thought-experiment on the SMW setting, this idea proposes that the Sex Mage World is really a pocket dimension formed by an erotically-minded Fae.

Rolling

ONE

The front door burst open and slammed shut, and nineteen year old Katie all but stormed into the living room, throwing herself dramatically against the recliner. Claire, her mother, raised an eyebrow at her as she sipped her afternoon tea.

“What happened this time, dear?” she said.

“My holiday is ruined!” Katie wailed.

“You mean to Bournemouth?” said Claire with a frown.

“Yes!”

“Goodness, what happened?”

“Tiffany can’t go because of some family emergency, she wouldn’t say what. I mean, I hope it’s not serious. But then, because Tiffany isn’t going, Gwen isn’t going. Patty isn’t going without her sister, so that just leaves me and Peggy, we don’t want to go with just to two of us, so the whole trip’s canceled!”

Claire’s frown deepened a little. “Oh, gosh. That’s a shame.”

“Guess I’ll be hanging around here all week, just like last year.” Katie pouted and huffed in her chair.

“Well, my trip is still on,” said Claire. “I’d invite you, but I don’t know if you really want to hang out with a gaggle of old ladies.” She chuckled. “Although, if I do say so myself, I’m pretty sure no one would guess I’m your mother, instead of your barely older sister.”

Katie rolled her eyes. “Ugh. No thank you. I’ve done enough museum tours. You might look twenty, but you and your friends still have boring old-people hobbies.”

Claire laughed cheerfully. “Oh, honey. We get up to some naughty things after sunset.”

“I rather do naughty things any time of day!” said Katie, smirking.

“And that’s why you young folk get so bored so quick. You have no sense of restraint or proper pacing.”

Sex Mage Shenanigans: A Gamebook Adventure!

So as something of a test run, I've slapped together a quick "Choose You Own Adventure" style interactive Sex Mage story! You play a young man who wakes up one Saturday with aching balls, and you just have to find a way to empty them!

The overall game is short, with quick scenarios, such as getting involved in a Boyboarding Race, going to a Rock Party, and being a Test Boy for your sister's friend. As mentioned, this is a first effort just to get the feel for the program and see what I can do, so it's not a stellar experience, but you might find it fun to try out!

UPDATE!

I have converted the game program into an ebook document! Now, you don't need the Quest program to read/play it!

You can find the book for free on my Smashwords page: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/642919

The best format to use is PDF, Mobi, or Epub, as those allow the use of internal hyperlinks.

Have fun, and let me know what you think!

The Escape

Paulo took a deep draw on his cigarette as he stared out over the blue horizon. Standing at the edge of the long, wooden pier, he listened to the gentle rush of the waves, along with the thunking of many small rowboats. Every sea-worthy vessel was tied.

He heard the familiar footfalls of Marcus coming up behind him, followed by the pattering of smaller feet. Paulo took a final puff of his cigarette, then tossed it out into the water. The butt hissed briefly, before a fish swam up and sucked it into its mouth. Paulo watched it go, wondering if the thing would swallow and choke on it, or if it would have the sense to spit it out.

“It’s a no go,” said Marcus, in smooth Portuguese. “Senegal has sealed its boarders, and that means The Gambia is cut off as well. They’ve got a marine blockade up, just past the horizon. Everyone’s fenced in; anyone caught more than two miles out to sea will be detained and forced to shore, on threat of death. Going to be hell on the fishermen.”

Paulo mulled this over, then turned to his friend. Both men were swarthy, dressed in white slacks and shirts, sunglasses and straw hats with wide brims to help fend off the sun. Both also wore backpacks, holding all their belongings. With the way things were going, pickpockets and swindlers were being particularly bold in their efforts. Both men didn’t dare leave their packs unattended.

“No planes?” said Paulo.

“Everyone’s grounded,” he said. “Assuming we could even make it to an airport, the military still has them all locked down.” He sighed.

Super Megami World

In the normal Sex Mage World canon, a phenomenon called the Surge occurs once the first generation to be born after Sex Magic first gains their powers. Future Sex Mages from here are out a gifted with enhanced Sex Magic, becoming nearly Archmage levels in power, with men being able to generate stronger Lust Energy. Glitches are almost unheard of as well. Megami, meanwhile, are made even stronger, becoming near Goddesses.

Thus far, this is one time occurrence. But what if the Surges never stopped? What if, as women continue to live and remain young and gain more male follows, the Magic continues to evolve, and all women become increasingly more powerful? What if eventually, all women become Megami level mages, then get stronger still, eventually becoming true Goddesses?

JALS: Comic Throb

The little bell on the door jingled, as a petite teen girl with mouse-brown hair entered the little comic/game store. Frank, the young man behind the counter, blanched at the site of her. The other customers, four guys playing a card game at the back table, and a middle-aged man sifting through the long box of comics, glanced up and almost did a double-take, then nervously went back to their game and comics.

The girl smiled sweetly at Frank, saying, “Hi! I don’t suppose you kept up with my pull box, huh?”

Frank sighed. “I told you to get lost, Julia. Nobody wants you here. This is a guy-zone.”

Julia smiled slightly at him. “Now, is that any way to treat a customer?”

Frank opened his mouth to retorted, but instead gasped as he felt a sudden jolt in his loins. Out of no where, his penis began to erect. He blinked and looked down at himself, then back up at Julia, who was already making her way to the display shelves to check the new releases of the comics. She tapped her chin in thought as she gazed over the titles, before pulling a couple issues of the Centurions and the Phantom Five, then seeing what else stood out to her.

She looked back over her shoulder, saying, “I should be making you fetch these for me. You were supposed to keep up with my pulls.”

“You got kicked out!” said Frank. He squirmed behind the counter. His cock was steely hard now, painfully tenting his pants, but he didn’t dare adjust himself in view of Julia. Instead he leaned forward and crouched slightly behind the counter, to try and hide the tenting.

Julia shrugged, then turned back to the books, and Frank took the moment to try and adjust himself, pushing his cock so that it throbbed against his stomach, held in place by the waistband of his jeans. However, instead of easing his discomfort, his cock seemed only to get more tense, becoming almost painfully hard. He was having a Hard Attack! Some woman was using Sex Magic to force an unnaturally tense erection on him!

Over by the card table, a couple of the guys shifted uncomfortably as well, obviously dealing with sudden erections of their own. The guy at the long boxes blushed and crouched down, ostensibly to check the lower shelf of boxes, but no doubt to hide his own sudden erection.

Julia turned back to Frank and stepped up to the counter. Frank let out a gasp as his erection intensified with every step closer she took. Frank’s eyes bugged out as he put two-and-two together. It was her!

“You know, I still don’t think that was fair, you kicking me out like that,” she said. “Just because I kept mopping the floor with you nerds at Magic and YuGiOh.” Over at the table, a couple of the card players grunted, and one dropped his cards with a gasp, gripping the edge of the table. “And okay, I know I used to butt into your dumb little comic book ‘who would win’ debates, but I just wanted to join in the fun.”

Frank let out a small groan as he felt a building sensation of tingles flowing over his cock, and a horribly intense compulsion to start jerking off. His cock wanted to be touched. It had to be touched! He was going to go crazy if he didn’t touch it! He held the edge of the counter in a death grip, refusing to give the girl the satisfaction of trying.

“J-j-julia! You’re… you can’t…”

“Hmmm? Oh, right. My Sex Magic. I just got it a couple weeks ago. Pretty cool, huh?”

“You’re like a sophomore in High School!” Frank gasped. “How could you have it?!”

Julia laughed. “I’m a senior, idiot! And I got held back a year in grade school. I turned nineteen a couple months ago!”

Frank gawked at her, or tried to, even as his face scrunched into the grimace of need. His cock clenched in his pants as the tingles increased, tickling every nerve. He was so aroused, the slightest touch to his cock would probably make him blow his load!

“I’ll take it as a compliment on my youthful looks, I suppose,” said Julia, setting her comics down on the counter.

One of the guys at the card table let out a whimper, and lost control of himself. Brazenly, he held the edge of the table and rhythmically pressed his crotch against the edge, humping it. The other three, unable to concentrate on the game anymore, just flushed crimson and looked away. Julia smiled sympathetically towards them.

“Poor nerds,” she said, loud enough for them to hear. “You so rarely get a chance for relief, don’t you? All the mean bitches in your lives think it’s funny to keep you locked up, and mock you for being fat or too skinny for a guy or just dorky looking.”

All four guys let out yelps as Julia extended her power to all of them. All four bucked in their seats as her magical thoughts caressed their delicate, needy manhoods. In just seconds, all four guys let out squeals and grunts as their cocks jerked under their clothes, and they came like fire hoses. Huge stains bloomed from the crotches of their shorts, and after several more seconds, the guys sagged back in their seats, trying to catch their breath.

“You owe me a game or three for that, boys!” said Julia with a laugh. The guys nodded, one of them giving her a thumbs up.

Julia than glanced at the middle aged guy still crouched near the bottom shelf of long boxes. He gave her a pleading look. “Please… I can’t… my wife…”

Julia blinked, then put a hand to her mouth and her eyes widened a little. “Oh! Oh, of course, I’m sorry.” She winked at him, and the man let out a sigh of relief as she pulled away her magic influence, letting his cock soften.

Instead she funneled all the magic towards Frank, invisible, irresistible energy beaming straight from her pussy into his cock. Frank out a girly whimper and fell to his knees as his cock became so tense, it began to vibrate in his pants. The tingles, the tension, the sheer need to be touched, all became so intense that his body couldn’t take it anymore. Just from sheer arousal, he attempted to cum.

But Julia didn’t let him. Just as her power flooded his nerves, she had pinched off the reflex that allowed him release, blocking his orgasm. Frank bucked and gasped, falling forward onto his hands and knees in the small space behind the counter, humping the air.

Julia leaned over the counter, and scanned in her purchases, then used the register herself, paying cash. Grabbing a bag, she slid her comics inside and gave Frank a bemused look. “I expect my pull box to be up to date next time I come by.”

“You… can’t… aaaah!“ Frank cried out as the tension somehow, impossibly, increased! He collapsed fully onto the floor, grinding his cock against the ground.

“Look, I get it, you were just pissed a girl kept showing you up at your own geek hobbies,” she said. “And I know I was a little obnoxious last time, but I’ll cool it if you let me come back without an argument again, okay?”

Frank just groaned an attempt at a cuss word.

“What was that, little boy?”

Frank could barely form the words, between both the exertion of his humping, and the sheer tension taking his breath away. “F-f-fu-fuck—AAH!—F-fine! Okay!”

“Excellent,” she said with a smile. All at once, she shut off the magic, leaving Frank to gasp and twitched, momentarily stunned from the sudden absence. She left the store, giving a small smile and a wave to the other customers.

Frank managed to get back onto his feet, taking several minutes to try and calm himself. His erection, although no longer painfully intense, stubbornly refused to quit. The guys at the card table were taking turns going into the bathroom to try and clean up at little. As the middle aged guy came up to the counter.

Frank scanned his purchases, red faced, and the man obligingly didn’t look him in the eye. He did, however, break the awkward silence, saying, “So, ah, you really kicked her out? I wondered why she wasn’t around the last few months.”

“She was being a little bitch,” muttered Frank. “Driving off customers.”

“If you say so,” said the man.

Frank’s erection still throbbed. Had she made it permanent, or was he still just so turned on by how she’d just manhandled him with her mere thoughts? God, he’d been jacking off to thoughts of her for weeks! Did she know? She had to know! Bad enough she beat him at every card game and always made him look like an idiot at comic trivia, it just wasn’t fair that a girl that fucking cute was so good at those things!

As the drawer of the register popped open for him to take the other man’s cash, Frank noticed a paper note had been slipped on top of the twenties. He quickly finished the transaction, and as the man left the store, he read the note:

I’ve blocked your orgasm and given you a permanent stiffy. If you want to fix that, give me a call tonight. If you can beat me at a little trivia, I’ll release both those conditions, and you can jack off to thoughts of me all you like. If not, well, there’s all sorts of other games we can try. – Julia

Frank swallowed hard and his cock throbbed. He was going to have to brush up on his comic knowledge and fast.

Resisting Is Futile

Devin swallowed nervously as he heard his phone beep in his pocket. He checked it and almost cursed. Jecky hadn’t forgotten.

Come upstairs! The party’s started! the text read.

Devin sighed and quickly typed: That’s okay, I’m not feeling that well.

You liar. I told you, you need to get out more! Jecky typed back. Come on up and join the fun!

You know I hate those kinds of parties, he responded.

But I like parties, and I want you here. :(   Devin was about to type another response, when he felt something stir in his loins. He let out a small gasp as his penis grew hard. Not just hard, but throbbing. He felt an overwhelming need to touch himself, but he resisted. His phone beeped again: If you come upstairs, I can take care of that for you.

Devin cursed softly. He felt another glimmer of magic, and his cock flexed hard in his shorts, the tension increasing. His heartbeat quickened as his blood rushed to his organ, filling it as much as humanly possible.

Jesus, okay! Just stop! Devin texted back frantically.

It’ll stop when you get here, she replied. You have two minutes. If you aren’t at least on this floor by then, I’ll start sucking.

Devin let out another small gasp and pocketed his phone, heading for his door. He was wearing gym shorts and a tee-shirt, but didn’t dare waste time finding a better outfit. He slipped on his sandals and exited his tiny, studio apartment, heading for the stairs.

JALS: Arm Wrestle

“Come on.... this isn’t… fair…!” Pete was grunting and sweating with exertion as he tried his damnedest to move his girlfriend’s arm back. The two were kneeling on the floor, arm wrestling with their elbows on the coffee table. Across the table, Haley grinned at her boyfriend’s expression, red faced with effort.

Pete easily dwarfed his girlfriend, at six-foot-seven, and rippling with muscle built from years of weight lifting. Haley, meanwhile, was quite petite, five-foot-two, and still skinny as a bean poll. And yet, the scene was comically reversed as Pete’s thick, muscular arm flexed tightly, trying to push down girlfriend’s stick thin arm.

Of course, his arm wasn’t the only part of him flexing; his cock was erect and throbbing, straining to the limit with sexual tension. His erection fueled Haley with the energy that powered her Sex Magic abilities, giving her total control of his physical and mental sexuality. It also boosted her own body to superhuman levels, hence the harder his cock was, the easier she could hold back his arm. And with a simple mental command, she made his cock as hard and needy as humanly possible. She wasn’t even trying to push his arm down yet, just fending off his efforts.

“Haley… please…! You can’t just cheat like this!” Pete was trembling, not only from the effort of arm-wrestling her impossible strength, but from how badly he needed his cock to be touched. He’d be masturbating furiously right now, if her spells weren’t restricting him. “Come on!” he whined. “You’re not using your power to hold my arm back, are you?”

“Nope!” said Haley, grinning wider. “Just the strength your boner gives me. If I was going to use my powers, I’d just do this.” She winked at him, and his arm flew back and down, the invisible force of her will casually pinning his arm to the table.

Pete gasped and tried to lift his arm up, instinctively fighting her, even though he knew it was futile. After a moment, she let his arm go, and he shook it, holding his forearm with his other hand. “Enough!” he said. “I yield, okay?”

“Pussy!” she said with a laugh. Pete blushed and looked to the side, ashamed. He’d worked for years to build his body up, and all his girlfriend, hell, all any woman needed to do was give him a boner, and she was stronger than him without even trying.

Haley looked past the table. She was still dressed in shorts and a tank top, but she wasn’t letting Pete wear clothes at the moment, and his cock strained towards the ceiling, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip, crying for her attention. She licked her lips. “Speaking of pussy, you certainly need some, don’t you?”

His blush deepened, and he mumbled, “Uh-huh.”

“Well, too bad. You have to beat me at something before I let you inside! And I’m sticking to my rule, no matter how badly you need it: you cannot cum unless it’s inside me.” For just a moment, she thought about his cock entering her, and Pete gasped and jumped as he briefly felt the sensations of a tight, hot, wet pussy sliding down his sensitive length. The sensation vanished just as the phantom pussy lips reached the base of him, and he took a moment to catch his breath. His balls ached with unspent cum, his cock attempting, futilely, to get rid of it in that moment, before her orgasm block smacked it right back into his balls. He grunted at the kickback.

“I can’t!” he said, unable to stop his voice from breaking into a whine. “The longer I go without, the stronger you get!”

“Hahaha, I know! That’s what makes it fun!” She sent a short sensation of her hands squeezing his tender balls, making him jump. She did it again, then again, sending the sensation every couple of seconds, squeezing him rhythmically. He leaned back against the couch and squirmed. “You’re so big and strong. You could probably break me in half with one arm. And yet, you’re completely, utterly helpless against my mere thoughts. All because of that silly thing between your legs!”

Pete was gasping, wincing at every squeeze. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it jolted his nerves every time. “Ah! Please! Mercy!”

Then, the sensations stopped being brief blips, and the squeezing sensation stayed, phantom hands grinding in his testicles and holding him. Pete yelped, his hips squirmed, and he let out a long groan. “Please! Goddess please!”

Then, the phantom sensations of that tight, hot, wet pussy came back, and this time, it didn’t disappear, but rode him slowly. Up and down, up and down, twisting slightly, milking him with pleasure. His cock, already swollen to maximum tension, darkened and jerked in the air rapidly. Pre-cum oozed freely and his hips bucked, his cock stabbing the air desperately. “Aaaaah! PLEASE!”

Haley put her arm up on the table. “Hey, I can do this all day. Tell you what, all you have to do is move my arm a little. You don’t even have to fully push it to the table; if you can move it back just three inches, I’ll suck you off while I ride your face tonight. That counts as inside, so you can blow your load right down my throat. I’ll even let you use both arms!”

Pete was thrashing and gasping too much to respond, so she reluctantly canceled her spells, letting him calm down. Even so, she felt his tortured cock feeding her with even more male desperation energy, filling her with even greater strength. She waited until Pete was cognizant enough, then repeated her wager.

Blushing with how easily she overpowered him, Pete couldn’t think of any other resource. Maybe if he wasn’t so insanely horny, he could have thought more clearly, but Haley wasn’t about to spoil her fun letting him off easy. She grinned at him as he resumed the arm wrestle, putting both hands on her one and putting his whole weight into the push. Her arm wavered, and she actually had to push back some. But not enough to make her worry.

Poor Pete. He tried so earnestly, but his mere male muscles could only do so much. She considered briefly cutting him some slack. Then she smiled, and cast a little spell that tickled his cock with feather-light tongue tips, and giggled as his desperation made it even easier to fend off his efforts.

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.