I love to dabble in the dark arts and the mystical forces, especially when I can mix sex with my magic. Some people call that Satanic mind control of what have you, but that’s not me at all. Be open-minded, or you have no business being here. I’m erotic and exotic phone sex delight, not some demon from Hell.
I’ve been working on a new potion for months and finally got a chance to try it out. I had my eye on a particular guy that was perfect for this particular potion. Handsome, older, married, very powerful, financially successful and prone to letting his eye wander. He had made a lot of naive girls fall for him, only to toss them aside when they wanted something serious. Or when they became too expensive. *laughs* Who better than him to test my hypnotic phone sex love potion. I bottled up the potion and went to his office, where I knew he would still be. I slipped inside and waited in the bathroom while the last of his staff left for the day. I went to his office, where he sat with a drink, looking at papers. He was surprised to see me walk in but did not protest as I came over to his desk and sat down, leaning back to let him take in my long luscious legs and sexy curves. As he did I took the pretty little potion bottle out of my purse and hid it in my hand while smiling and flirting with him. I moved closer to him and started to touch him lightly here and there. On his arm, his knee or thigh. I boldly let my fingertip run from his knee up his thigh almost all the way. I told him I was going to put him under my spell if he wasn’t careful. He laughed and said that sounded good. He still hadn’t asked my name or where I came from of why I was hitting on him. His breathing had already changed and I felt his hands flowing over my. Maybe it was that he had been drinking, maybe it was my intoxicating beauty, either way he was easy pickings.

Such an intoxicating delight I’ve created who would even suspect a hypnotic love potion for hypnosis phone sex?

I slide into his lap and kissed him, taking my time exploring his mouth. I leaned into the kiss, giving him more fire and passion than he’d tasted in a long time. As I did I reached around his neck to his glass on the desk and tipped the potion bottle into it.  As I broke our kiss I grabbed his glass and held it up to his lips, watching the scotch, wondering if I would see a hint of magic in it as it spilled down his throat. It didn’t take him long to finish his drink laced with my hypnosis love potion. I sat on his lap still, leaning back so I could watch him with a mischievous grin. He smiled at me as he set his glass down and then moved closer to kiss me. He missed. He looked at me with a half smile and then seemed to grow confused. The potion was taking effect, I could see he was getting relaxed to the point of groggy, and yet he did not pass out. From my seat in his lap I could feel that an odd side effect of the potion was a raging hard on. I snapped my fingers in front of his face and he didn’t even blink. He just sat there with a blank stare and a faint smile on his face. I knew he was under my spell then. I had a small window of time to provide him with whatever suggestion or order that I wanted. After the window was up he would return to normal, except that he would now be compelled to follow my hypnotic phone sex commands. To further seal the spell I straddled his lap and guided his cock to my tight pussy. As I started to slowly slide down the length of his cock I began implanting all my hypnotic suggestions. He was going to fall in love with me. So much so that he would toss aside all his bimbos and whores that he ran around with. As for his wife, I had a list of commands for when and how he would fuck her and what he would say to her while he did. *laughs* I laced the seeds of several kinky habits I wanted him to start doing as well as constructing the terms of our financial arrangements. Under my spell he would devote all his spare time to calling me and spoiling me. All the kinky sex he wanted was his to have with me, as long as he followed all my rules about when and where and how he would fuck his wife.  With every command I gave him I clenched my pussy tighter and tighter around his cock, milking him of his essence, his will and his control. It was glorious and seems to be working perfectly. He is completely enslaved to me, devoted to my happiness. *smiles* He isn’t aware that he’s under a spell, despite the fact that I tell him all the time. He thinks I’m being cute. Soon he’ll start to realize that cute is the last thing I am. Not that it will matter. Like I said, my wicked alchemy creation worked. He is mine and he’ll do as I please.