Nail her first

"Now, Jasmine," you say, keeping your eyes locked on her, "I want you to put out the 'closed' sign, draw the curtains, and then remove your clothes."

"Yes, Master," Jasmine whispers, and goes to work. Methodically, she obeys your commands, locking the door and drawing heavy blinds over the windows that darken the interior of the shop. You notice candles that were previously invisible in the light of day, and the overall atmosphere in their light becomes shadowy and a bit eerie. You don't have much time to take in the surroundings, however, as your attention is grabbed by Jasmine slowly undressing in front of you. Her shirt comes off first, revealing a pair of nicely formed tits that seem even larger than you originally thought. Then she drops her skirt, followed by her black lace panties. Naked and entranced before you, she seems wonderfully enticing.

"What do you want most of all right now, Jasmine?" you ask her.

"To make love to you, Master."

"You can start by sucking me off, slut."

"Yes, Master, I am your slut." Jasmin's eyes focus on your bulging crotch, and she drops to her knees at your feet. Her delicate hands reach up to unzip your fly, and she drops your pants to your ankles. Then, taking your cock in both hands, she leans in with wet, panting lips -

And with a sudden effort, shoves you backwards with all her strength.

You trip over your own pants and fall uncontrollably onto a pile of Persian rugs, rolling off onto the hard floor with a good bump that knocks the glasses off. Startled, you twist your neck around to see Jasmine standing over you with an ancient wooden staff in her hands.

"You stupid fool!" she hisses. "Did you really think I would just let you have any device that would give you such power over me? Were you so deluded that you imagined I would be susceptible to my own magic?"

You try to scramble to your feet, but wit one swipe of the staff she knocks you back to the floor. Before you can struggle again, you feel her foot stomp into your back, knocking the wind out of you.

"I curse you," she whispers. "You wish to control women, dominate them sexually, bend them to your will? You will pay dearly for your misplaced lust. MAKKARA DYSTRA!"

At her words, blue light crackles from the staff and envelops your body, sending you into oblivion...