A Little Spell
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 12:35 am
Scott stroked himself quickly, closing his eyes and picturing Angie on her knees, sucking him with her amazing mouth. He built up quickly, overly excited from last night’s teasing session. He was about halfway there, when there was a knock on the door. He jumped. He thought his wife had left for work already.
“Scott?” said Angie, knocking on the bathroom door. “I thought we agreed you were going to wait.”
Scott paused in mid-stroke. “Wh-what?” he said.
“You’re masturbating,” she said. “I told you last night you weren’t allowed.”
“No, I wasn’t!” said Scott, hastily pulling his hand away and biting his finger to try and will down his erection.
Angie laughed and opened the door, walking right in on him. She giggled some more as he sat there, a little red faced, his cock pointing straight up, looking all the world like a young boy caught red handed doing something naughty. “Oh, honey, I told you, I can sense you! In fact, I can even see what you were fantasizing about. I always was proud of my oral technique.” She winked and sat on the edge of the tub across from Scott.
Scott paused and swallowed. He wasn’t sure how to process the fact that she was completely serious. “You can? You can really sense that?”
“Yep! These powers are pretty incredible. I mean, as soon as you started getting hard, heck, as soon as you started feeling aroused, it was like a signal going off in my head. I just suddenly knew you had an erection. Then, I knew you were touching yourself, and when I focused on you, I saw the fantasy running through your head.” Angie couldn’t help but grin at Scott’s stunned look.
“Wow, you… wow,” said Scott.
Angie leaned forward and gently flicked the tip of his still hard cock, smiling as it bounced back. “Now then, as I was saying. I thought I told you this was off limits.”
Scott grinned sheepishly. “Aw, come on, Angie, that was last night. Games over. You know I can’t hold it in that long.”
Angie’s smile became sly. “I think you can, Scott. I really want to try this time.”
Scott chuckled. “You always say that, but then it never happens.”
“Because you can’t keep your hands off yourself.”
Scott shrugged. “You never cared before.”
“Ah, but before I didn’t really have the means to enforce it.”
Scott paused, and his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I have Sex Magic now, Scott,” said Angie. “I can do more than just sense you when you pop a boner or increase your pleasure. I can do all sorts of things.” She reached out and traced a fingertip down his length, causing his cock to jump. Scott was tense with anticipation and she smiled at his attention. She traced her fingertip from the tip to his balls, then circled around them to trail up his stomach.
“Now, see, if I trace what I’m sensing from your cock as the signals go back to your brain…” her fingertip slip up his chest and neck, causing him to jump a bit with ticklishness. “…I can see this whole network of nerves and channels beaming signals to one another, back and forth…” her finger settled on his right temple “…then, I can locate the central hub of your sex drive…” she placed the palm of her hand on his head, and concentrated.
Scott flinched as he felt something, like a presence inside his mind. Like a niggling sensation in the back of his head, worming its way through his skull. It didn’t hurt, in fact, there was an almost pleasant tingle to the sensation, but it unnerved him. He reached up to grab Angie’s arm, but her other hand caught his, and held him back. “Angie… what are you doing…?”
“Ssshh, let me concentrate… I think I found… yeah, there it is.”
Scott felt the mental tendrils settle onto something in his mind. He couldn’t really tell what, but it felt like they had looped around something. “There… there what is?” he asked softly, fascinated.
“The part of your mind that enables you to masturbate.” Scott’s eyes widened as Angie fixed him with a devilish grin. “And if I just tug right here…” Scott jumped as he felt something inside his mind shift for just a second. “And there we go! Now, I don’t need to worry about you cheating.” She pulled away.
“What did you do?” said Scott.
“Try to touch yourself.”
Scott blinked, then looked down at his cock and tried to reach for it. He couldn’t. He looked at his arm, bewildered, and willed it to move to touch his cock. Nothing happened. Again and again, he tried to touch his cock, but his arm refused to move. He looked up at Angie shocked. “What the hell? I can’t touch my cock!” He grunted in frustration as he tried yet again. “Angie, how the fuck did you do that?”
Angie giggle. “Magic!”
“Okay, real funny, now put me back,” said Scott.
“No!” she said a triumphant look on her face.
“I’m serious, how am I supposed to pee straight?”
“Oh, you can still touch yourself to pee or shower, or whatever. You just can’t masturbate.”
“But… but…”
“Oh, honey, chill out. I told you, I just want to try the orgasm denial thing for real for once. And this is the perfect way to do it! No need for a chastity belt or anything!”
“You’ll change it back, though, right?” said Scott. “I mean, this isn’t permanent or anything, right?”
“We’ll see,” said Angie. “But there’s one more thing I want to try.” She reached for Scott, but he quickly snatched up her hands.
“Please don’t,” he said. “Please, you’re freaking me out.”
Angie frowned, then leaned forward and kissed him. “Baby, it’s alright. I just want to have a little fun. You can trust me, I would never hurt you. The magic is safe, I promise. And just think of how amazing sex is going to be from here on out.”
Scott swallowed nervously and then after a long pause, nodded. Angie smiled. “Good. Now then.” She reached down and cupped his balls. His cock had shrunk halfway as his fear overcame his lust, but at her touch, he immediately grew back to full mast.
He felt the invisible tendrils reach into him again, only this time, they seemed to reach into his groin. Scott gripped the sink and the window sill that flanked the toilet as he felt the tingles ripple through his body. “Of course, even if you can’t masturbate, you might still end up shooting your spunk, say, in your sleep. Or perhaps accidentally brushing up against me.” She winked. “So, I’m going to make a little adjustment down here as well…” Scott jerked as he felt something shift deep inside his loins. Again, not unpleasant, but strange. “There now.”
“Wh-what was that?” said Scott.
Angie smiled. “Want me to tell you or show you?” She glanced at his cock, then back at him, her smiling indicating her intent. Scott glanced at himself and nodded.
Angie leaned down and kissed his penistip, then slowly took him in. Scott gasped, surprised at how intense it felt. He realized, despite being scared of his wife’s power, he was also incredibly turned on, and still pent up from last night.
Angie’s head bobbed as she sucked him, her tempo going from slow to vigorous. Scott threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as felt himself spiraling to climax with incredible speed. “Did you… did you make me more sensitive?” he gasped out.
“Among other things,” said Angie. It didn’t even registered that she had spoken while still sucking him. Then, he reached his climax, and his whole body tensed as he moaned.
Nothing happened. Scott’s hips bucked and he grunted with lustful passion, but instead of
ejaculating, his cock merely jerked. He tried to grasp at Angie’s head, to push himself deeper into her mouth, but he gripped nothing. His eyes flew open, and he saw that Angie was suddenly gone.
But the sensations of her mouth were still there. Scott looked down, eyes wide, seeing nothing but his desperately clenching cock, even as his every tactile sense told him his wife was right there between his legs, going to town on him. He tried to grip himself to be sure, but the masturbation denial kicked in, and he could not get his hands to move.
Scott stood up off the toilet and left the bathroom. Walking was difficult. The phantom mouth kept him on the brink of release, making his movements jerky, and his breath short. He stumbled through the house, and gasped his wife’s name. “Angie! Angie, please, where are you?”
The phone rang, and Scott nearly leaped for it, somehow knowing it would be her. “Angie!” he gasped. “Where are you? What’s going on?”
“I’m at work Scott. I’ve been here for the past hour and a half. How do you like my little spell?”
“Your… what?” gasped Scott. “What do you mean you’re at work… you were just…” His voice caught as the phantom mouth slowed its ministrations to a more sensual sucking, but the pleasure grew stronger. “Oh, fuck, Angie…”
“I told you last night, I was serious about you not touching yourself. You did so anyway. I knew you would. So, I wove a special spell into you before I left for work.”
“A spell… I don’t… I don’t under…” Scott dropped the phone and went down on his hands and knees, hips bucking. He pressed the speaker option on the phone.
“Still with me? Think of it like a post-hypnotic trigger. If you tried to masturbate, the spell would activate and create an illusion that I was there. It was all in your head, really. Well, some of it. The spell also triggered the conditions which you’re now enjoying.”
“Please, make it stop… let me cum…” he moaned.
There was a giggle. “Jesus, you have no idea how fucking sexy it is, seeing you like this. And yeah, I can ‘see’ you, even though I’m like ten miles away. Crazy, huh? These powers are incredible!”
“Angie, PLEASE!”
“Quiet, Scott. Just listen. I’ll be home in a couple hours, I got a half day today. You just lay there and enjoy yourself until then, okay? Caio!” With that, she hung up, leaving Scott to thrash and whimper on the floor.
“Scott?” said Angie, knocking on the bathroom door. “I thought we agreed you were going to wait.”
Scott paused in mid-stroke. “Wh-what?” he said.
“You’re masturbating,” she said. “I told you last night you weren’t allowed.”
“No, I wasn’t!” said Scott, hastily pulling his hand away and biting his finger to try and will down his erection.
Angie laughed and opened the door, walking right in on him. She giggled some more as he sat there, a little red faced, his cock pointing straight up, looking all the world like a young boy caught red handed doing something naughty. “Oh, honey, I told you, I can sense you! In fact, I can even see what you were fantasizing about. I always was proud of my oral technique.” She winked and sat on the edge of the tub across from Scott.
Scott paused and swallowed. He wasn’t sure how to process the fact that she was completely serious. “You can? You can really sense that?”
“Yep! These powers are pretty incredible. I mean, as soon as you started getting hard, heck, as soon as you started feeling aroused, it was like a signal going off in my head. I just suddenly knew you had an erection. Then, I knew you were touching yourself, and when I focused on you, I saw the fantasy running through your head.” Angie couldn’t help but grin at Scott’s stunned look.
“Wow, you… wow,” said Scott.
Angie leaned forward and gently flicked the tip of his still hard cock, smiling as it bounced back. “Now then, as I was saying. I thought I told you this was off limits.”
Scott grinned sheepishly. “Aw, come on, Angie, that was last night. Games over. You know I can’t hold it in that long.”
Angie’s smile became sly. “I think you can, Scott. I really want to try this time.”
Scott chuckled. “You always say that, but then it never happens.”
“Because you can’t keep your hands off yourself.”
Scott shrugged. “You never cared before.”
“Ah, but before I didn’t really have the means to enforce it.”
Scott paused, and his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I have Sex Magic now, Scott,” said Angie. “I can do more than just sense you when you pop a boner or increase your pleasure. I can do all sorts of things.” She reached out and traced a fingertip down his length, causing his cock to jump. Scott was tense with anticipation and she smiled at his attention. She traced her fingertip from the tip to his balls, then circled around them to trail up his stomach.
“Now, see, if I trace what I’m sensing from your cock as the signals go back to your brain…” her fingertip slip up his chest and neck, causing him to jump a bit with ticklishness. “…I can see this whole network of nerves and channels beaming signals to one another, back and forth…” her finger settled on his right temple “…then, I can locate the central hub of your sex drive…” she placed the palm of her hand on his head, and concentrated.
Scott flinched as he felt something, like a presence inside his mind. Like a niggling sensation in the back of his head, worming its way through his skull. It didn’t hurt, in fact, there was an almost pleasant tingle to the sensation, but it unnerved him. He reached up to grab Angie’s arm, but her other hand caught his, and held him back. “Angie… what are you doing…?”
“Ssshh, let me concentrate… I think I found… yeah, there it is.”
Scott felt the mental tendrils settle onto something in his mind. He couldn’t really tell what, but it felt like they had looped around something. “There… there what is?” he asked softly, fascinated.
“The part of your mind that enables you to masturbate.” Scott’s eyes widened as Angie fixed him with a devilish grin. “And if I just tug right here…” Scott jumped as he felt something inside his mind shift for just a second. “And there we go! Now, I don’t need to worry about you cheating.” She pulled away.
“What did you do?” said Scott.
“Try to touch yourself.”
Scott blinked, then looked down at his cock and tried to reach for it. He couldn’t. He looked at his arm, bewildered, and willed it to move to touch his cock. Nothing happened. Again and again, he tried to touch his cock, but his arm refused to move. He looked up at Angie shocked. “What the hell? I can’t touch my cock!” He grunted in frustration as he tried yet again. “Angie, how the fuck did you do that?”
Angie giggle. “Magic!”
“Okay, real funny, now put me back,” said Scott.
“No!” she said a triumphant look on her face.
“I’m serious, how am I supposed to pee straight?”
“Oh, you can still touch yourself to pee or shower, or whatever. You just can’t masturbate.”
“But… but…”
“Oh, honey, chill out. I told you, I just want to try the orgasm denial thing for real for once. And this is the perfect way to do it! No need for a chastity belt or anything!”
“You’ll change it back, though, right?” said Scott. “I mean, this isn’t permanent or anything, right?”
“We’ll see,” said Angie. “But there’s one more thing I want to try.” She reached for Scott, but he quickly snatched up her hands.
“Please don’t,” he said. “Please, you’re freaking me out.”
Angie frowned, then leaned forward and kissed him. “Baby, it’s alright. I just want to have a little fun. You can trust me, I would never hurt you. The magic is safe, I promise. And just think of how amazing sex is going to be from here on out.”
Scott swallowed nervously and then after a long pause, nodded. Angie smiled. “Good. Now then.” She reached down and cupped his balls. His cock had shrunk halfway as his fear overcame his lust, but at her touch, he immediately grew back to full mast.
He felt the invisible tendrils reach into him again, only this time, they seemed to reach into his groin. Scott gripped the sink and the window sill that flanked the toilet as he felt the tingles ripple through his body. “Of course, even if you can’t masturbate, you might still end up shooting your spunk, say, in your sleep. Or perhaps accidentally brushing up against me.” She winked. “So, I’m going to make a little adjustment down here as well…” Scott jerked as he felt something shift deep inside his loins. Again, not unpleasant, but strange. “There now.”
“Wh-what was that?” said Scott.
Angie smiled. “Want me to tell you or show you?” She glanced at his cock, then back at him, her smiling indicating her intent. Scott glanced at himself and nodded.
Angie leaned down and kissed his penistip, then slowly took him in. Scott gasped, surprised at how intense it felt. He realized, despite being scared of his wife’s power, he was also incredibly turned on, and still pent up from last night.
Angie’s head bobbed as she sucked him, her tempo going from slow to vigorous. Scott threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as felt himself spiraling to climax with incredible speed. “Did you… did you make me more sensitive?” he gasped out.
“Among other things,” said Angie. It didn’t even registered that she had spoken while still sucking him. Then, he reached his climax, and his whole body tensed as he moaned.
Nothing happened. Scott’s hips bucked and he grunted with lustful passion, but instead of
ejaculating, his cock merely jerked. He tried to grasp at Angie’s head, to push himself deeper into her mouth, but he gripped nothing. His eyes flew open, and he saw that Angie was suddenly gone.
But the sensations of her mouth were still there. Scott looked down, eyes wide, seeing nothing but his desperately clenching cock, even as his every tactile sense told him his wife was right there between his legs, going to town on him. He tried to grip himself to be sure, but the masturbation denial kicked in, and he could not get his hands to move.
Scott stood up off the toilet and left the bathroom. Walking was difficult. The phantom mouth kept him on the brink of release, making his movements jerky, and his breath short. He stumbled through the house, and gasped his wife’s name. “Angie! Angie, please, where are you?”
The phone rang, and Scott nearly leaped for it, somehow knowing it would be her. “Angie!” he gasped. “Where are you? What’s going on?”
“I’m at work Scott. I’ve been here for the past hour and a half. How do you like my little spell?”
“Your… what?” gasped Scott. “What do you mean you’re at work… you were just…” His voice caught as the phantom mouth slowed its ministrations to a more sensual sucking, but the pleasure grew stronger. “Oh, fuck, Angie…”
“I told you last night, I was serious about you not touching yourself. You did so anyway. I knew you would. So, I wove a special spell into you before I left for work.”
“A spell… I don’t… I don’t under…” Scott dropped the phone and went down on his hands and knees, hips bucking. He pressed the speaker option on the phone.
“Still with me? Think of it like a post-hypnotic trigger. If you tried to masturbate, the spell would activate and create an illusion that I was there. It was all in your head, really. Well, some of it. The spell also triggered the conditions which you’re now enjoying.”
“Please, make it stop… let me cum…” he moaned.
There was a giggle. “Jesus, you have no idea how fucking sexy it is, seeing you like this. And yeah, I can ‘see’ you, even though I’m like ten miles away. Crazy, huh? These powers are incredible!”
“Angie, PLEASE!”
“Quiet, Scott. Just listen. I’ll be home in a couple hours, I got a half day today. You just lay there and enjoy yourself until then, okay? Caio!” With that, she hung up, leaving Scott to thrash and whimper on the floor.