A very bored and beautiful woman sat in her bedroom. Desiring her desires, she snapped her magical fingers and out of a puff of sweet smelling cedar smoke, a well groomed man appeared.

He was over 6 feet of lanky nervous energy and splayed out like an eager, blushing sacrificial lamb. Like a business executive caught in a yoga class for the first time, he wondered what his legs were doing spread so far apart and if his butt looked good to the woman staring him down.

"Looks great from here darling!"

She arose from her chair in elegance, paused a moment to get a better view of the man toy that lay before her.

She strode over to him, with her satin robe rippling across her body with each confident step. Still on his back, she towered above him and gazed at him from above - a feeling of subtle satisfaction washed through her body as she felt the magnetic stabilization of energy in her through their positions. Having him under her, gazing down at this vulnerable confused, and cute, man...This is how she liked, things.

"Yes, your butt does look good, I know you're wondering"

He winced, turned crimson red, and peered up at her, those puppy-dog eyes magnified by his nerd-chic glasses, and said, "Uhhh how did you know I was thinking that."

"Well how do you think you got here? I am a goddess of magic after all, I can read your thoughts."

He steadfastly repeated this mantra in his head "think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts."

She lets out a laugh that echoes through the room, thoroughly enjoying the sight of this 'normal' masculine business guy trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

He sees her reach into the depths of her robe.

She coos, and adjusts her strap-on hidden in the depths of her robe, with the same finesse one might wield when preparing a delicate soufflé.

"Don't you dare try to think unsexy thoughts around me. You've been spreading eagle on my bed since you got here, and I know why!"

He tries to avert his eyes, but there’s a twinkle there, hidden behind his crimson blush, that tells her he’s enjoying every mortifying second.

This was one of her favorite parts. She pushes, he reluctantly receives. She pushes again, less reluctance. Eventually the levy will break and he will stare in reverence and mesmerization at me, she thinks knowingly. The power of her feminine magic electrifies her entire body, and his increasing submission is mana that fuels her power and growing joy.

As she moved behind him, he could hear her rummaging through her drawer, the soft clink of metal making his pulse quicken. “You ever seen that episode of South Park?” she asked casually, as if they were chatting over coffee. “The one where Randy Marsh goes all scientific with a ruler? Measuring things… accurately?”

He laughed, despite himself. “Yeah, I’ve seen it. Randy’s method was… thorough.”

She was of course referring to Randy's exacting and accurate cock measurement formula. Which is weight girth over yaw, and is an unanimously agreed upon formula.

She leaned over, ruler in hand, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Good, because I’m about to test out his method on you. Don’t worry—I’m very thorough, too.” She gave him a wink, then lightly tapped the ruler against his inner thigh, the cool wood brushing his skin and sending a shiver through his body.

What happened next? Well, she of course was happy with what she saw and let him know. But, do we really need to talk about his cut penis, with a button cute red tip and elegant white shaft? Alas, a story for another time.

The man had relaxed, elated with the praise while being fully exposed. She smiled inwardly, since of course she could read his thoughts and knew she was breaking him and simultaneously setting him up to be molded into an obedient beta boy to please her.

"Oh, so you know like Randy Marsh is like a real inspiration for what a man should be", she continued

"You know that one episode where he hops around on his big balls? Like his balls become his method of transportation?"

"Yes", he replied.

"Randy is so manly! His balls are huge and well traveled", she gleamed with glee and a wide grin while staring him down.

"Are you manly?" she sternly asked.

Before he could let out a reply, she grabbed his balls and tugged.

"You're my bitch! And these balls are mine, don't forget it..."

He let out a gasp instead of a verbal reply. His body was everywhere, and his mind was solely focused on her, with his confusion birthed from the molotov cocktease of pain and pleasure she concocted. She relished the flurry of emotions emanating from him, and the intensity of energy welling up in her as she fully stood in power with balls firmly gripped. A moment she could magically live in forever.

“Well, let’s see if you can hop around on those later,” she smirks, as she felled her robe unearthing the glory of her beautiful body adorned with a strap-on.

His breath catches, a mix of anticipation and embarrassment playing across his features. “I know you’ve been curious, I can read your mind after all” she continues, her tone laced with sweet sarcasm."

She can’t help but savour the power trip, watching him squirm beneath her, torn between eagerness and bashfulness. There’s something irresistibly amusing about a man who’s conquered the world, but finds himself flustered and defenceless under her infinite beauty and seductive guile.

The roles may be reversed from his regular life, but the mutual enjoyment is undeniable, and that’s what makes this game so deliciously fun.

Snap those magic fingers one more time and send me a message if you want to connect (or critic my penManship)