
I gasped at the sensation - I couldn’t touch my own cock with the damnable device she had on it, but it felt like her tongue was actually inside my cock and balls. I gathered myself to seize this latest torture from her, but she simply put the tip to her lips and swirled, and my knees collapsed under me.
“See ‘Master’? You said I couldn’t create anything original, and here you go, a new magical device. Well, more like a potion.”
“What hellish thing have you done now? I will have your organs for potions when I’m fre–{-*NnnnGNG*-}.”
She had gently bit the tip her tongue had teased earlier, and the pain had shot up my spine with the force of a lightning bolt.
“For a supposed ‘Master Wizard’, you don’t learn very well–’Sir’. But yes, technically this is my very first original potion. Sympathetic magic. Take a load of a man’s semen, mix it in with royal jelly, oil of poison ivy, a slew of other ingredients, take the resulting ‘potion’ candy and bake it in a spiral, and it creates a magical resonance. My tongue licks here, and your aura resonates like a tuning fork there. Put it in a spiral, for the additional symbolism of suggestibility, and I can do this …”
She started tracing the spiral with her tongue, and I felt my cock start vibrating, as if it were one of the meditation bowls of the eastern adepts. Instinctively I tried to cover my ears against the sonic onslaught, but of course there was no real sound at all, just my entire aura resonating from the vibrations she triggered with her tracing of the spiral. Then I could literally see the words as she spoke into the damnable candy–’Helpless’ ‘Horny’ ‘Compliant’–and I felt the word buffet my psyche as if she had my true name on her lips.
She smirked at my no doubt yearning eyes.
“You tried to trade your knowledge for my sexual favors. Remember that? Had no idea that the daughter of a candymaker might know enough alchemy to slip an aphrodisiac and a paralytic in your drink. Or that your reputation of abusing female apprentices might have consequences.”
She paused for another excruciating long link. “But I bet by the time I’ve mastered everything you have to teach me, you won’t abuse that power any more will you? Actually the big question is how many of these will it take to train you to worship women. Make you, for all your power, a helpless slave to any woman, empowering every female apprentice that requests it.”
She smirked again. “How many to you imagine you can survive before your nothing but my pet? 2? 5?”
She leaned forward. “Because it’s a remarkably efficient recipe. I made a gross. I’ve already sold twenty–’Master’.”










