With her hands and her musk

It didn't take long for Tom to think of the most perverted answer to the problem. Rubbing the coin, he wished aloud, so his mistress could hear, "I wish that my mistress can shape the bodies of any person with her hands, and shape the minds of anyone who breathes in her musk, both guided by her will and intent." The coin grew hot, then cold again. Looking up at Sarah, feeling terribly nervous and eager for her approval, he asked, "W-was that good?"

Before he could react, her hand was over his mouth, pressing his lips closed...and then he felt them somehow close even more. Until suddenly there were no lips, and as she pulled her strong green hand away, Tom knew that he had no mouth. He didn't even try to speak.

Sarah laughed, bombastic and invigorated. "You did it. You little fucking pervert, you really did it!" She snatched the coin from his hand and idly threw it over one shoulder, off to roll under some piece of furniture or another. In the moment, it was clear that Sarah truly did not care. "We don't really need that anymore, now do we?" She smirked at him, knowing that Tom couldn't reply if he wanted to. "Let's see...no mouth is good to start with, but that's not punishment enough for cumming when I didn't tell you too."

She reached down again, having to kneel to reach her target: his groin. Her hand pushed into his cock and balls, and both disappeared, leaving only a small hole to pee out of. "There, no more orgasms for you. Now I can toy with you, tease you, as much as I want, and there will never be a release. Not until I want to give it back to you.

When she first moved to rid him of his genitalia, sudden fear made Tom want to reach out, grab her arm, stop her. The first spark of resistance in some time. But he had stopped himself. It would be useless to try, she truly was stronger, mightier, there was no reason to resist. Looking into Tom's eyes, it was obvious that she could see that spark of fear, the desire to stop this, even as he fought it off.