Magic Potion

"It's so funny how Disney is the inspiration for so many erotic mind control fantasies," she said the first time they met in person. They had been talking about how they first realized they were into erotic hypnosis. She admitted her fascination started at a young age.

"There was the snake from the Jungle Book, there was that scene where Jafar hypnotizes Jasmine in Aladdin... wasn't there hypnosis in Sleeping Beauty, too?" she asked. "Man, those Disney animators were into some kinky shit," she laughed.

That conversation was the direct inspiration for the current scene that was about to play out. She came up with the idea. She loved the thought of being absolutely helpless, a subject of his evil whims. She would be completely unable to stop whatever nefarious plans he had from coming to fruition. They were both quite excited for the scene to play out.

She sat on his couch, trying not to hyperventilate from excitement. "You're excited," he commented, reading her body language.

"Yes," she grinned. "It's pretty obvious, I guess."

"I'm excited, too," he confessed, smiling. "When you came up with the idea, it was..." he paused, struggling to find the right word. "So hot," he finished. "Really, really hot." He took a deep breath. "I'm going to calm down now so I'm in the right state of mind to put you in a trance."

She nodded. "Get comfortable on the couch," he instructed. She sat back on the couch. Getting comfortable wasn't difficult at all -- it was as though he had purchased it with hypnosis in mind. Knowing him, he probably did. Her body settled back further into the plump cushions. She let her head fall back.

"Good," he said softly. "Trance is a natural state. We go into trance several times a day. Every time our focus becomes consumed by something, like reading a book, we go into a trance. It's a natural, enjoyable, relaxing experience." He kept talking in his low, soothing voice. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She felt her muscles becoming looser and looser against the plump, soft, inviting couch cushions.

His words washed over her. She didn't need to pay attention to what he was saying. She knew her subconscious was listening. Her body and mind relaxed further and further...

"Thank you for coming to my chambers, Your Highness." She didn't know why she had agreed to meet the wizard in his chambers. His chambers were located in the castle's highest tower. She presumed the location was chosen so he could carry on with his spells and experiments uninterrupted, but it was not convenient.

"You wanted to discuss plans for my father's birthday?" she asked stiffly.

She did not like the wizard. As handsome as he was, there was something creepy about him. He kept leering at her. She only agreed to meet him in his chambers because he suggested a plan to surprise her father, the king, for her birthday. She loved her father and would do anything for him.

He smiled. It would have been more pleasant had it not been so predatory. "Yes, of course, your father's birthday. But, before we begin, perhaps you'd like a glass of water? I know there were so many stairs to climb to reach my chambers." He rose from the ornate, high-backed chair in which he sat to proffer her a glass of water.

She looked at it suspiciously. Was he trying to trick her with some potion? The glass looked perfectly normal, and the liquid within it looked like water. Hesitantly, she accepted it. She sniffed it before drinking. It smelled like water.

She drank it. The liquid tasted just as water should taste -- cold and refreshing. She placed the empty glass on the low table beside her. "Thank you," she said. "That was most refreshing."

His grin became wider. Her sense of uneasiness began to grow. "I think you'll find it was more than just refreshing, Your Highness," he growled.

"What did you put in the water?" she asked frantically. "What did you do to me, Wizard?"

He let out an evil laugh. "You'll see in a few moments. But wouldn't you say it's getting a bit hot in here?"

She felt a sudden rush of heat all over her body. She fanned herself, but it did nothing to alleviate the heat. The wizard's evil grin grew wider. "Make it stop, she commanded, panting.

"That's a very impolite way to ask, Your Highness," the wizard replied mildly. "I didn't hear the magic word."

"Please make it stop," she said through gritted teeth. If this heat kept up, she didn't know what she would do. The idea of taking off her dress was tempting, but she couldn't undress in front of a man who wasn't her husband or the court physician.

"Yes, that is the magic word," the wizard acknowledged. "However, I'm not going to grant your request. You're going to feel even hotter -- so hot that you can't stand to wear clothes a moment longer!"

She groaned. Her body was being licked by flames! She had to take off her dress -- she had no choice. She pulled up the dress by the hem, struggling to take it off. "Here, let me help," the wizard said as he moved behind her. He lifted her skirts over her head, then began loosening the stays that held her bodice in place. She began wondering how he had so much experience with undressing women, but she was overwhelmed by the relief from the heat.

"You'll feel so much better when you're out of those tight, constricting underthings," he whispered in her ear. Her underthings, which she hadn't given much thought to, now suffocated her. She frantically tried to remove them.

"I will help you, Your Highness." His voice in her ear soothed her panic. She stopped thrashing as his steady hands loosened her undergarments. Within moments, she stood naked. The cool air was a balm against her skin. Her shoulders sagged in relief.

The wizard continued to stand behind her. "Doesn't that feel much better?" he asked. "Don't you feel relaxed and calm?"

She felt the tension drain from her body. "Yesss," she sighed. "Much better."

"Do you know how you could feel even better, Your Highness?" he asked. The wizard was so close to her now. The velvet of his dark, long robes tickled her bare body. It made it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. All she could say was, "Huh?"

"I said, do you know how you could feel even better, Your Highness?" he repeated. His breath was warm against her ear. He seemed even nearer now -- his lean, hard body pressed into hers. Something long and hard poked at her bottom. It was another distraction, but she had already missed one thing the wizard said.

"How...how can I feel even better?" Her brain struggled to remember what the original question was. She felt proud of herself for managing to respond. In the past few moments, it had become increasingly difficult to think. A fog had penetrated her brain, winding its way through her thoughts until they came to a standstill.

"Let me show you," the wizard answered. His hand reached around to cup her breast. Warmth flooded to her chest. She almost collapsed against him. His other hand cupped her other breast, and the urge to swoon was almost overwhelming.

"That feels good, doesn't it, Your Highness?" he asked softly. He wasn't expecting a response. Her head had fallen back against his shoulders and her eyes had closed. Her jaw was slack. A moan arose from her throat.

"But we can make this even better," he continued. "Let's move to my bedchamber and I can show you my magic wand."

"Magic...wand?" she murmured, confused. She recalled having seen his wand when he demonstrated spells for the court. It was long and made of dark wood. He moved her gently forward. When she opened her eyes, she stood across from an enormous bed with a canopy.

"Turn to me, Your Highness," he commanded. She faced him. He had shed his robes and his pointy wizard's hat. He stood before her naked. She hadn't known what to expect, but she certainly never imagined the lean, lightly-muscled body before her. In the back of her mind, she wondered if this was an illusion to impress women. If so, it was an impressive one. Between his legs protruded a long piece of flesh.

"Yes, my other magic wand," he said, stroking it. "You can't stop looking at it." It was true, she realized. She couldn't stop looking at it. It was the most fascinating thing in the whole world.

"You want to touch it," he stated. The moment the words left her lips, they became truth. She reached out to stroke the wand. It was warm and dry. He placed his hand atop hers, helping her stroke.

"You want, ah, to kneel down and know what it tastes like," he said between moans. Her knees gave out at that moment. She landed on them right in front of his wand. She had to know what it tasted like. She opened her mouth to admit the tip. She wanted to taste it. Something in the back of her mind told her not to bite -- licking would be the best way to taste. So, that's what she did.

"Ahhh," the wizard sighed. "You do that so well, Your Highness." His hand moved to the back of her head. His fingers toyed with her hair as she licked. She wanted to say thank you -- after all, princesses were taught to be courteous. However, it was even ruder to talk with your mouth full. She continued to lick instead.

"Ah, Your... Your Highness, if you keep doing this, I can't fulfill my, ah, master plan," he moaned. He moved her face off her wand. She strained against him, trying to lick. "You know what will feel even better than tasting my wand?" he asked.

"What?" she replied, her eyes never leaving it.

"My wand could be inside of you, filling you with its magic," he answered, hauling her to her feet. Before she had time to wonder how such a thing was possible, he sat her on the enormous bed. It was soft and fluffy, like an enormous cloud. "Lie down," he instructed.

She didn't have to be told twice. Her head landed on a plump pillow. The dark, velvety duvet caressed her bare skin. He positioned her so he could lift up the blankets, saying something about "no point in staining these." He lay next to her, his wand touching her thigh. Pale liquid trickled from it. His magic, she thought.

"Let's see if you're ready for my magic wand," he said. His hands explored her body. Everywhere he touched, pleasurable warmth flared. They found their way to the entrance of her womb. His strokes sent sparks flying through her body. Fingers slid inside her. She let out a moan, half-surprised, half-ecstatic.

"Oh, you're most ready for my magic wand," the wizard said, his voice husky. She watched him roll a sheath of some sort over his wand. He parted her legs and positioned himself on top of her. She felt the hard, smooth wand slide inside of her. "With every thrust, your transformation to my play thing will progress further. When it is complete, you shall feel an overwhelming rush of pleasure in your entire body."

He thrust slowly, smoothly. "You are my play thing, to do with as I will."

"I am your play thing, to do with as you will," she repeated. His wand inside of her gave her a wonderful sensation of fullness in her womb.

"You are helpless to resist me."

"I am helpless to resist you." As he thrust, his chest hair rubbed against her nipples, creating a very enjoyable distraction. She wondered if the wizard would mind if she played with her nipples while he was thrusting.

"You, oh, cannot resist my will as I transform you, oh, into my mindless, oh, play thing," he panted as his thrusts sped up. She decided the wizard was too wrapped up in his thrusting to notice if she played with her nipples. Her fingers plucked and tweaked as she chanted responsively. With every thrust, she could feel her will slipping away, replaced with an unswerving obedience to the wizard. She was his mindless play thing, existing for him to do with as he would. He would control her, tell her what to do, force her to do things, and she couldn't protest. She wouldn't be able to lift a finger unless he commanded it. She couldn't wait.

Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist to bring him even closer to her. He glanced behind him. "Shit, that is so hot," he gasped. "Oh, your...your transformation...is complete!" he moaned.

At those words, she felt the effects of his magic explode across her body. Waves of pleasure rolled across her body. Her body shuddered through the orgasm. The transformation was complete -- now she was his, in body and soul. She couldn't have been happier at the thought. She lay back on the pillow, a wide smile across her face.

"The spell is broken," he managed, rolling onto his side. Suddenly, she was no longer in a huge four-poster bed. She lay on his bed, beneath the covers he purchased at IKEA. She looked up at him. Instead of an evil, seductive wizard, she saw her out-of-breath lover grinning back at her.

"That was fantastic!" she squealed, throwing her arms around him.

"Oof! Glad you liked it," he said, dazed by the sudden embrace. "I can't take all the credit, though. Your imagination did all the work."

They lay together, her leg draped over his, her head on his chest. He stroked her back. After a few moments of quiet, she asked hesitantly, "Have you ever fantasized about being seduced by an all-powerful witch?"

She watched his eyes widen and a smile spread across his face. "That was a popular fantasy in my late teens," he admitted.

Her eyebrows rose. "You don't say." Her fingers teased his chest hair.

He rolled his eyes. "Woman, let me recover before we plan any more scenes. That one drained all of my magic powers." They both started giggling, then launched into a serious conversation about how an all-powerful witch might seduce a hapless, helpless knight.