BEWITCHED
I was kind of pissed off and here's why:
I had just finished a sinful Role Play session with My favorite slave. I'll save the BDSM details for My podcast FEMDOM FRENZY, but since this is for Bedtime Stories I will say that he worshipped My body completely and he feasted on Me with ravenous hunger. I came with lightning and thunder.
Then just as he was about to leave, he dropped this bit of bitter tea. "Your neighbor was being nosy again. It didn't bother me but it might scare others away. I thought I should let you know before I go."
Damnit! This was not the first time I was hearing this. My very own "Agnes Kravitz" often stuck her big nose in My business. How could I explain to her that the people who visit Me are not into talking with the old lady who lives next door without making her suspicious? Without clueing her in to what goes on inside My suburban home. When My clients have mentioned her in the past, I've tried to reassure them that she means no harm. She is just lonely but I bet she affects My bottom line, so to speak. 😜
I indulged in a bit of therapy. I have fun with those suncatcher kits that they sell in the craft section of the store. I sipped pepsi and puffed on THC while I painted prismatic art for My windows. I pulled up the blinds so I could hang My creations and there she was. I could see her in her garden, staring right at Me. Her eyes roamed My figure, taking in My creamy cleavage and smooth thighs, highlighted by the clingy black dress I was wearing.
The spinster is a retired gym teacher who still dresses the part. She was fussing with her roses, back-brace fastened over her gray sweatpants. Anytime the weather is nice and the sun is shining, she's puttering about in her flowers. Now her gaze was glued to My boobs so I "accidentally" popped out a nipple to give her a thrill. A blush colored her cheeks as she pretended not to notice but she did not look away from My erotic tease foray.
I suddenly thought of the lengths Samantha goes to on BEWITCHED to hide her Witchy Nature from her meddling neighbor. I laughed inside because I was more in sync with Serena, Sam's so-called, evil cousin. There was nothing evil about Serena. She was fun and carefree, just like Me. It was irritating that Samantha refused to embrace her witchcraft just to satisfy her dork of a husband. What would Serena do Now? She would torture the meddler. That I vow, so that's what I did and here is how:
I sauntered outside to plant a suggestion so that I could teach her a lesson. I struck up a bit of conversation, masking My real intention so I could begin My Intervention. I made sure I had her Attention. I wanted her to look Me in the eye so I could let My Power Fly. While we chatted I spoke in a soothing sort of sing-song as she followed along. I spun a shiny silver chain as I watched her Free will drain. When I saw her jaw go slack I made My Mystical Attack.
I drawled, "It's such an Enchanting Day. Doesn't it make you want to Sway? It's warm like Spring with a hint of a breeze. Nice enough to do a strip tease." Punctuated with a sly little wink, I pushed My neighbor to the brink. She could not focus. She couldn't think. I became a hot earworm. Deep into her mind, I burned. Then I bored into her soul. By command, I took Control.
And like that, she began to Dance, shedding clothes as she pranced. On display with no shame, My own "Agnes" played My game. There she was, My pirouetting ballerina. A gesticulating "libertina." Round and round, My good girl twirled, drunk on the Magic of My World. Next I made her masturbate, right outside like a reprobate. A fingering menagerie, Burlesque Show all for Me.
Then I purred, "Crawl, little kitty. Come and taste My wet pussy. We both know it's what you want. Be My licking debutante." I flashed My goods in a flaunt. She vaunted over, through the clover. On her knees, she began to please. She lifted My dress at My behest. She tongued My clit like she was born to it. In just a few, like the morning dew, I soaked her face from her sweet embrace. She looked up for more instructions so I continued her induction.
I picked through her verdant garden. Something big and green for My mindless wanton. I bent her over a wooden bench and you know that cunt was drenched. Inch by inch, I filled her vag. In and out, we did the shag. I fucked her with a ripe zucchini because I am a pegging Genie. When she came she screamed My name but I would not take the Blame. So with another Incantation I told her to forget today's vocation.
I left a remnant from our Special time. A tiny beacon buried in her mind. Forever warning stay out of My way or you will kneel and Obey. The moral of the story, and this is true: You might be watching Me but I'm surely watching you. Do be careful how you scratch My itch or you might find yourself BEWITCHED.
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