
Spellbound by My Soles
I'm going to test you tonight. And I already know you'll fail.
Candlelight. Smoke. My bare soles in frame. You, down on the floor where you belong, hands on your thighs, cock out, waiting for permission you haven't earned.
Mantras you whisper under your breath, one stroke for every word, faster and faster until your balls are tight and your breath is ragged, and you're right at the edge with nothing but my voice holding you there.
By the time you notice the spell working on your mind, it's already finished with you. Every word of it comes out of your own mouth, so you'll have nobody to blame for what happens next.
Light a candle and say the first word. I'll be fucking with your head by the second.
