"Mmm... so you DO want to see more!" A
tremor of excitement rises in her voice, a pitch of hungry
desire: "I have sooo much more to show you too...All
you have to do is say please darling..."
Her breasts fall from the white confines of the
blouse, standing firm and ripe upon her chest. More and
more she feels the thrilling rush of this exhibition
rushing through her body, a moan of need escaping her
lips as her hand snakes down, seeking out the junction
between her legs with a hungry rush. As the spell's hold
grows over her mind, she begins to feel the thoughts of her husband
and all others in her life fading away, replaced by a
burning hunger for the one before her, for you. Her mind fills with the desire
to submit, to be owned, to serve.
Her will has been consumed by the fury of the spell, and she belongs
to the magic, and more importantly, she belongs to the
one who wielded the magic: You.
As she lets out hoarse, empassioned gasps of need, she
manages to get out, "Please... all you need to say
is please ... I need you to say it... Please, please