Tell her about the statuettes

“Oh, that’s part of the Snetterton Collection.”

“The what?”

“The Snetterton Collection, a collection of supposedly magical items.”

Krystal looks at you sceptically, but not as sceptically as you would imagine. “Magic? Really? What do they do?”

“I haven’t catalogued most of them yet.” You notice one of the statuettes lying on the ground and pick it up. “See this, supposedly when switched on it increases the libido of women.”

“Really?” She takes it from your hands and looks it over. “And how do you turn it on?” You show her. She swivels the base until it clicks.

“Feel any different?”

“No, but then again, I am coming down from the best fuck I’ve had in years.”

She puts the statuette down and turns back to untangling her jumper from the straps of a leather cap. Untangled she holds it up. “And this?”

“Don’t know?” She looks disappointed. “If you can see a notepad, ah, there it is.” The notepad has flown halfway across the room. You go and pick it up. “The original owner wrote down what he thought each object could do. It’s hard to read, but if you give me a moment I can find out.”

You start to leaf through the book while Krystal pulls her jumper back on. Meanwhile she wiggles her ass. “Maybe I am feeling a bit hornier.”

She picks up the beers you’d brought in, passes one to you and opens the other. While you continue to look through the notebook she finishes dressing and then sits down to drink more. You open yours and sit in another chair, continuing to look.

“You’re taking it a lot more serious than I expected,” you state. You expected the talk of magic to be instantly dismissed.

“I’m taking it seriously? So are you.”

“I’ve experience with one of the items,” you state before realising you probably shouldn’t have said that. Her hazel eyes are now staring at you. “Ok, one of the items were these armbands, called the Bands of Cernunnos, I put them on. And? They appear to have merged into my body. These tattoos here,” you point to the tattoos on your upper arm, “that’s what they turned into.”

“They turned into tattoos? That all?”

“No, they also appear to have made everything down there bigger.” You point towards your groin. “I wasn’t that big before.”

“They made that wonder of a cock?” You nod. “Then I approve. Don’t ever take them off.”

“I don’t think I can. But that’s why I’m open to believing in magic. And here’s the cap. It’s called the cap of dreams. If worn at night while sleeping, it allows the wearer to enter and control the dreams of a target.”

“Dream walking? Hah.” Krystal is looking closely at the cap. There’s a pouch on top of the cap, and she’s opened it and looking inside. “Anyone’s dreams?”

“No, you have to put an object belonging to the target in that pouch. No, the object needs to have been in physical contact with the person for several hours over the last day, the longer and more intimate the contact the more control you’ll have.”

“You can’t fit much in here,” Krystal states. She can’t put her full hand into the pouch. After playing she looks up with a sparkle in her eyes. “We should test it.”

“How?”

The next thing you know she’s shucking off her knickers. She’s only just put them back on. “These will fit in.” She carefully folds them and then pushes them into the pouch. There’s a leather tie that closes the pouch. “And tonight, you’ll wear this and enter my dreams. Tomorrow, I’ll phone you and you’ll tell me what I dreamt, and how you controlled it.”

“But you’ll have to walk home without knickers on.”

“Do you think this’ll be the first time I’ve left a man’s house without my knickers?”

There’s not much more to say about that. You finish your beers. Then Krystal announces that she must go. She makes you promise to wear the cap and control her dreams, and that she’ll phone you tomorrow. She’s busy so she can’t come, but she’ll phone you. Then she leaves.