True magick may be in any way the Spellcaster deems it most potent to the subject of the spell. Always one to rush through your sexual only to find yourself alone & searching for a companion yet again you barely notice your basic human desires subsiding until suddenly struck by your inability to even find yourself turned on in the most lurid of your fantasies, you come anxiously looking for Me. We have never spoken as words lack emphasis when I speak to you through energy, passion, lust. There is no need for you to beg this sex goddess to restore your own manhood -- just as She assures you ...

True magick may be in any way the Spellcaster deems it most potent to the subject of the spell. Always one to rush through your sexual only to find yourself alone & searching for a companion yet again you barely notice your basic human desires subsiding until suddenly struck by your inability to even find yourself turned on in the most lurid of your fantasies, you come anxiously looking for Me. We have never spoken as words lack emphasis when I speak to you through energy, passion, lust. There is no need for you to beg this sex goddess to restore your own manhood -- just as She assures you of Her ability to read your thoughts to Herself, the warmth you feel in Her green eyes is a promise to be kept: putting your trust into Her work is the only way you may begin to once again trust the body turned prison you reside within.

She invites you to a house at the edge of the town. At midnight on the first full moon of Spring you arrive freshly showered & silent. There is one rule- you are to be seen & not heard. She strips you naked & pulls you into Her circle where you now vibrate at the same level of energy as Her slow deliberate footsteps. I feel the empty place your passion once burned. I am doing this for the sake of My own ascension as well. Though My powers are fueled by a focused intent I take My time lighting each candle of this circle allowing My bare feet to sink more heavily as I ignite a bundle of sweetgrass & sage guiding the smoke with a feather to fully envelop all of this spell's ingredients. Enchanted by My green eyes staring into yours the swelling of droning music wraps you in its swaying current growing to crests & pouring smoothly into flat riverbeds as you move forward with Her ... Cleansed & emptied you watch Her carefully light charcoal discs to maintain a burning fire within the blessed goblet. She is careful to follow an order & with each addition to the burning herbs, dried petals & sandalwood the goblet sings out a heavier smoke. Every so often you meet eyes as you drift upon the warm water's surface cradling you like a baby & for the first time you feel as eyes lock something greater than both you and She created by your lack of selfish desire. For the first time in years you aren't worried if you'll manage to get hard enough for Her. There is a tingling at the base of your spine as She utilizes every ingredient. Standing tall above you the Occultrix again prompts smoke to flow around you both. Her shiny lips part to reveal a wet tongue, mouth curing in a self-satisfied smile as she turns away from you to fill the room & you cannot tae your eyes from Her soft curves. The water is wrapped around you holding you tightly in place & you feel your body react out of reflex rather than stubborn will. Her breasts glow a faint pink to match drops of pheromone oil She adds to a vase of water then She shakes a handful of deep red garnet stones in Her outstretched palms, lng pointed red nails summoning memories of past lovers wrapped around you leaving their own mark upon you.... Continuing to maintain your stillness results in a long lost much missed ache between your legs growing into a profound hunger as She slowly anoints Herself in the pheromone oils, drawing lines of red liquid up the insides of Her thighs, standing tall to massage the oil into Her. The sacred masculine & feminine candles burn bright, the head of the wax penis alight just as yours feels once She slowly, carefully sits & draws you close again with just a long penetrating glance. She smokes the sacred herb smiling as the rush envelops Her, teasing you now with the smoke billowing forth from shiny lips, eyes like deep green ocean waters you wish to thrust yourself within... Something has ended, and something begins. The water recedes & you are seated once more, your entire body buzzing from Her electric eyes. The spell is dizzying & exciting, Now you lay back watching Her extinguish the candles carefully. Now you admire her otherworldly beauty. Now you see the satisfaction on Her face as She takes notice of your rapidly beating heart, bulging cock beneath the zipper of your pants, even understanding somehow that though you are now awakened, this sense of utter surrender is but an compared to the sex drive that's been stuck in slumber. This is a new feeling. This is how it feels to want her pleasure just as badly as your own. This is what it means to be owned. Eyelids becoming heavy now there is the startling realization you have potentially been transformed into a member of Her sex cult and while your mind spins out into a dream meant to pacify the resurrection of your aching throbbing manhood you realize that truly there could be no greater way for you to once more believe in your own climax too...She has weakened you to the point of no return. Where you arrived seeking to leave a man once more you never did imagine ending the ritual helpless like a turtle on its back splayed out in the middle of the floor. The very last thought before darkness envelops you could be your last and as you shut your eyes no longer able to fight you find you feel safe, grateful, blessed. No longer is your manhood begging to cum, a curse, a hex. It waits patiently for Her first words but the lights go out & in your last cohesive thought there is nothing but possibility & your newfound addiction to Her.... funny how easily She manipulated you being soooo sooo weak into willingly converting to be risen, aroused, & tacked on to Her collection of sheep... This is all for tomorrow, though. Right now the only thing that matters is the miles to go before sunrise & tomorrow's whims of your captor