Cast 'Mind Collar' and see what happens...

Not waiting for her approval you trace memorized sigils in the air as you mutter an incantation under your breath, lashing out with your will guiding the spell you hurl it towards the stiff-backed Baronet. Lady Sileen’s eyes go wide in shock as the spell clamps down upon her mind and her mouth sags open as a scream is stopped before it can begin. You smile wickedly as the sorcery locks itself in place around her will.

“A Mind Collar, well done Master!” cries Eisheth, clapping in her excitement. “I am pleased to see that my Master can bind a **** of the Flesh. What shall we command her to do now master?”

You glare sidelong at the Succubae, not missing her subtle condescension then turn your attention back to the Lady Sileen, curious to see how this ancient magic works.

Closing your eyes you can see the spell clamped down on her mind and will like a steel trap, cutting off her thoughts and desires from her body. She is essentially a living puppet now allowed only to obey your commands and can do nothing on her own. You have a sinking feeling that she might even starve to **** without a word of protest if you didn’t command her to eat occasionally. This spell was powerful though not particularly cunning or clever, but it was a start and you intended to enjoy the rewards of learning it.

“Lady Sileen, do you hear me and will you obey my commands?” you ask softly.

“Yes my Master.” Lady Sileen responds, her lips unfreezing to respond in a dull lifeless voice.

“Then send for wine and dismiss your guards and servants, I do not wish for us to be disturbed.”

Moving stiffly, the Baronet rings a small bell set beside the chair summoning a ladies maid. This woman looks at Lady Sileen strangely as she receives her instructions but does as commanded without question and soon the three of you are alone again in the small audience hall.

Eisheth presses herself up against your side, handing you a cup of dark wine and purrs hotly into your ear.

“I think I can guess what my Master desires. Please let me, your most devoted servant, prepare this Flesh **** for you!”

After a nod from you, the demoness lets her disguise dissolve like mist. Her clothing evaporating, her hair turning scarlet once again as her small horns emerge from the flowing locks. You feel your cock twitch as her perfect ass and enticing hips sway with serpentine grace as she walks over and pulls your new **** to her feet to peer at her closely.

“Mmmm, my master uses the most basic mind collar. This is a Flesh Puppet, lowest form of all Flesh Slaves, need much training and constant instruction.” She says walking behind the Lady then wrapping her arms around the mindless noblewoman to caress her body. “But fear not my Master, I have millennia of experience of the carnal practices, I will not let her disappoint you.”

Working her fingers cleverly whilst whispering instructions in Sileen’s ear, Eisheth begins unlacing the conservative gown and soon the Baronet stands naked before you. You smile hungrily; she is more than you could have hoped for!

With the bulky dress discarded you can see that she is not as plump as you first thought, the term buxom or curvaceous would suit her better. Her long amber hair flows over her shoulders down to her immense tits; they are large as cantaloupe melons and sit high and full on her chest. Her hips are generous and her ass gloriously round but her waist is narrow and her stomach flat, possibly from many years of horse-riding you muse. Her legs look smooth and softly muscular and your eyes can’t help but to glide up their graceful length to the V of her pelvis and her thick bush of public hair.

Eisheth gives you a wicked grin and snakes a hand down to where you are staring, running her hand over it. Like a magicians slight of hand trick, when she pulls her hand away most of the hair is gone, leaving flawless skin and a small trimmed tuft of hair above a puckered inviting pussy.

Sipping your wine you watch as the Succubus runs her hands over the Lady’s body, exploring her curves and caressing her pale milky skin. Finally her hands flutter lightly across Sileen’s belly and rest on her firm child-bearing hips.

“Oh how I love noble women,” chuckles Eisheth throatily “They are bred for breeding! This one is ripe my Master, she will likely bare you a child if you take her now!”

Setting your wine cup aside you pull off you robes and walk across the plush carpets towards your lustful servant and your new ****, your hard throbbing cock jutting out in front of you like a lance…