Kneeling and naked, mind already dull.
I pull a feather from the side of my wing, it’s tip now glowing with a soft purple.
A pot of shiny black ink poofs beside me.
The magical quill finds its way to your body.
‘Empty’ ‘Obedient’ ‘Aroused’ ‘Servant’ ‘pet’
The words become your reality.
I pull a feather from the side of my wing, it’s tip now glowing with a soft purple.
A pot of shiny black ink poofs beside me.
The magical quill finds its way to your body.
‘Empty’ ‘Obedient’ ‘Aroused’ ‘Servant’ ‘pet’
The words become your reality.
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The magic seeps deep into your skin that disobeying the words is impossible. They define your mind. Turning you into whatever I please… and maybe showing you infinite pleasure~
That and maybe I might need to run my silky hands though your brain to wring out those delightful thoughts more :>
Combining two very great kinks, ghkk--
Ahem, if you ever need a canvas, by the way-- >///>