You're in charge. Tell her how things are going to be.

You watch Tracey question her own sexual orientation and why she is attracted to you, stroking your cock as she says she isn't attracted to other cocks. You start to realize how just powerful the enchantment is. You have control over her in a way that you never thought you could over any woman. Your cock twitches in her light grip as you think about it. It's the first time you've felt anything other than your own hand on it, and against all odds, magically, it's the unobtainable girl of your dreams.

You remember your fantasy that led you to cast the spell in the first place — Tracey as your sex-****. Now you've got your wish. There's absolutely no reason not to start enjoying it for all it's worth. You decide to explain to her exactly how your relationship is going to work.

Your fingers slide into her silky blonde hair, combing back through it. She responds by leaning her head into your touch and sighing softly. Then you clench your fingers, gripping her hair tight. You twist her head back, lean over her, and look down into her wide eyes, grinning.

"It doesn't really matter what you think about dicks, or anything else for that matter. You aren't here to think." You let out a low chuckle. "I don't want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to be my ****. If you want this cock that gets you so hot anywhere near you, you have to agree to be nothing but my fucktoy... meat for me to use as I please." There's a look of shock on her face as you speak. You're sure that a stunningly beautiful, confident girl like her has never been spoken to like that before.

A shiver runs through her naked body, as she gasps. Her fingers tighten a little around your shaft, and she starts stroking faster. "Yes..." she hisses out in a low voice.

It's not enough for you though. Your whole life, you've been scared of girls like her. You've felt powerless when you were around them. Now you're the one with the power. She has to know that. Has to prove to you that she accepts it fully. You drag her off the bed, to her knees on the floor in front of you. "That's not how it works," you growl. "You have to beg for it. Beg to be my ****, or leave right now."

Tracey starts shaking when you tell her she would have to leave if she doesn't beg. The words rush from her mouth. "Please, please... let me be your ****. I'll do anything you want. I'm begging, please, I want to be your ****."

You nod and grin down at her, twisting her hair a bit tighter in your fist. "Please Master," you correct her.

The beautiful, naked blonde girl pants desperately. "Please Master. Please. Own me. Let me be your **** and serve you." Her hand strokes even faster up and down your shaft.

You start to feel like you could lose control and cum at any second, and you want to make this last. "Hand off my cock, ****." You order her. You pause a moment, considering what you want her to do, remembering all the BDSM porn you've ever seen. "Kiss my feet and ask politely for permission to suck my dick." You can't help snickering a little as you command her.

Tracey's hand slides off your cock and she goes down on all fours. Her head lowers to your feet. She places soft kisses up and down them. The whole time pleading. "Master, let me suck your cock, please. I want to make it feel good for you. Want to please you. Please, let me suck it."

Your cock throbs and precum leaks out, dripping down onto her long blonde hair. You've delayed enough. You realize it doesn't matter if you cum right away. She's a ****, you don't have to please or impress her. "Get your mouth on my cock." You tell her.

The look on Tracey's face is joyous as she raises her face from your feet. She looks lovingly up at you, as her hand grips the base of your shaft. Her lips part and take the tip in. Her warm, wet mouth enveloping the head of your cock is the most incredible thing you've ever felt. Your legs tense and your knees tremble. Her tongue swirls around the head, and then she tries to take your cock deeper. She gags and sputters, this is the first time for her too. But she doesn't stop. She forces her head forward, tears well up in her eyes. Her body heaves slightly as she fights against her reflex to pull off. Noises of her gagging come from the back of her throat. "Nnnggghh... glllllk... nnnnnggghh..." Her hands grip your thighs tightly, as she starts to **** herself to bob on your dick.

It's too much for you. Your other hand grabs her hair too. You hold her head in place with both fists, as your cock pulses, and pumps spurt after spurt of cum into the back of her mouth. Her head pulls back and shakes back and forth a little, surprised by the sudden jet of warm, salty jism. She coughs around your shaft. "Swallow it!" You order her. Between her gulps, her slender, naked body is wracked by coughs from almost inhaling your cum.

When the last of your cum has dribbled out, and she has swallowed it down, you tug her head back by the hair, and slide your slick, softening cock from between her smeared, glistening lips. You step to your bed and collapse back on it, shaking as you recover from the best orgasm you've ever experienced. Tracey is still kneeling on the floor, naked, shivering, her arms wrapped around herself as she coughs and gasps for breath. Her tears from **** on your cock have trickled down her cheeks. She turns towards you, "Was... it good?" she pants. "Did... did I do it right? I never did that before. I want to make you feel good... want to be a good **** for you." She crawls to you, and hugs your leg that's hanging off the edge of the bed, clinging to it, desperately wanting your approval.