Your place

“Let’s go back to my place," you answer.

“As you wish,” Natasha says as she motions her hands towards you.

As she does, another energy vortex appears in the alleyway before you both and engulfs the two of you.

You wake up again and take stock of the surroundings. It's your apartment right where you left it. You and Natasha are back in your home office. Your wife is sleeping in the bedroom next door.

Natasha comments on the room, “Small… but quaint I suppose.”

The look on her face says questionable all over it.

“If you like, we can adjourn to the living room for a drink?” you ask her.

You continue.

”Please Goddess I beg you,” you ask making a quiet motion with you finger over your lips.

You whisper, “My wife is sleeping in the bedroom next door.”

You see a mischievous but affirming grin appear on Natasha’s stunningly beautiful face. She motions her hands toward the door as of to say lead the way. As she does the door opens by itself.

You slowly tip toe down the narrow hallway towards the kitchen and living room area. Ignoring your instructions Natasha struts down the hallway with no hesitation. The heels of her high heel black leather boots break the silence of the quiet apartment.

She pauses for a moment as she sees your closed bedroom door. She closes her eyes and holds up the palm of her leather gloved hand against the door. She stands there for a few minutes, seemingly in deep concentration, as if she’s sensing something through the door. You don’t know what she’s doing.

Suddenly her eyes open and she gazes directly back at you. She lowers her hand from the bedroom door and continues walking behind you.

That was a close call. For a minute there you weren’t sure if she was going to open the door and startle your wife.

You take it all in for a moment looking at her in the dark hallway walking towards you. The leather of her boots and corset shimmer from the dim lights of the kitchen ahead. This must be a dream and you keep thinking that suddenly you’ll wake up from all of this.

Or what if the worst case scenario happens… your wife wakes up from her slumber to find you with a magical dominatrix in the living room?

You make your way to the kitchen island and lean against the cold marble countertop with your hands. Natasha’s right behind you and you hear clicking of her high heels stop on the other side of the island. Natasha also leans her gloved hands against the marble countertop.

Natasha turns around slowly taking in the whole room and surroundings. You’re obviously embarrassed bringing home a stunning leather clad supermodel into your measly and tiny apartment. Nevertheless she’s your guest and you oblige her as host.

“Can I offer you a drink?” you whisper to Natasha.

You open the fridge door and whisper ,”let’s see I’ve got vodka, white wine, beer..” she interrupts you.

“How about we pick up we left off at the bar ,” Natasha asks as she points toward you.

Suddenly in a flash of energy your French 75 reappears from thin air in your hands. You grip it hard with your hands just to make sure it’s not a hallucination.

As you look back at Natasha in awe you see another flash of energy as she conjures her own champagne glass in her hand. She gives you a big wink back.

She reaches her glass out towards you expecting a reciprocated toast. You reach your drink and clink it with her glass.

“A toast to new friends,” Natasha says.

You affirm with your eyes and begin taking a sip from your glass.

“…with benefits,” she whispers under her breath as she winks at you.

You almost ****, and take an uncomfortable gulp.

To break the awkwardness you decide to adjourn to the living room.

“Let’s go sit down over here,” you tell Natasha.

Natasha corrects you,”You don’t tell me what to do, that is my job.”

“Go and sit down on the couch ****,” she commands you.

She points toward the living room, and as she does you feel a **** pull on your legs and arms. Without your control, one leg shuffles before the other, and you start walking to the adjacent living room.

It’s clear Natasha is using her magic control of you to walk you to the couch.

As you approach the couch, you arms and wrists feel a **** that pulls you down. Your knees buckle uncontrollably and next thing you know you’re sitting on your couch as she instructed.

You look over at Natasha in the kitchen. She still has her finger extended toward you, like you are a puppet on her invisible magic stings. She lowers her arm and raises an eyebrow, as if to imply she knows what she’s doing.

She slowly struts towards you, looking like a runway model walking the catwalk in slow motion. Her other leather gloved hand is still clutching the champagne flute and her high heel boots click and clack with each step on your floor. You’re so incredibly turned on by her beauty, power and mysteriousness. She’s everything you’re missing from your wife Abby.

She pauses next to you and sits down slowly on the couch, never letting her dark eyes off you.

You take another sip from your cocktail and decide to start a conversation.

“So.. what do you think of my apartment?” you ask her.

She rolls her eyes at you. You can’t tell she’s bored with your question.

“I don’t care about your apartment, this level of chit chat is beneath me and you Denis,” Natasha counters.

“You know why we’re both here Denis,” she continues.

“You contacted me and it’s noticeably clear you are unbelievably attracted to me,” she says.

“I sensed that immediately from you when I met you in the bar, and I see that now from the bulge growing in your pants,” Natasha says.

You’ve never been with a world class witch of these kind of arts.

You feel uncomfortable and at a loss for words. She’s 100% right.

“Well I uhhh… uhhh… can’t… yes I…” you stutter back.

“You don’t need to say anything. Let’s get you into something a little more comfortable,” Natasha says as she leans towards you.

As she does, she takes one of her hands and waves it over your midsection and legs. Within a couple seconds all your clothes suddenly disappear off your body.

You feel a quick chill.

You look down and see you’re completely naked.

“Hey, what’d..what’d..”

In the same motion she begins lightly rubbing your chest and stomach with her leather gloved hand. The cold tinge of the leather quickly gives way to a warm feeling that makes you quiver all over.

“There now… I knew you’d like this..” Natasha says as she continues rubbing your midsection.

Your hard on is in plain sight for her to see, but she makes a point to not touch it. She only rubs around your lower belly before moving her hands back up to your chest.

She’s teasing you. She gets an idea.

“Stand up now **** and turn towards me,” she commands you.

Again, you uncontrollably stand up and turn under no will of your own.

“Let’s see how hard we can get that little friend of yours.. shall we,” Natasha says.

Natasha crosses her legs and shifts her position slightly. You can see her thigh high leather boot stack on top of the other.

She rests her hand on top of her boots and raises a finger. Only a few feet away, she points it directly at your hard on. You know what is coming.

Her finger tip begins glowing with energy before a beam shoots out directly hitting the head of your penis.

You immediately feel a ravaging jolting sensation through your whole body.

You’re temporarily paralyzed with ecstasy.

Your dick has now become a toy for her to magically tease.

“I don’t even half to touch you, “ Natasha laughs. “With a mere thought, I can use my magic to tease you beyond belief.”

The pulses of energy jump back and forth from her leather fingers continuously to your tip.

Like an artist choosing every stroke of a brush carefully, you can see Natasha is deeply concentrating on her work.

You can’t believe the feeling, it’s like no hand job or blow job you’ve ever had. It’s almost indescribable, but it’s feels like millions of tiny feathers stroking every inch of your dick combined with the occasional electro tugging and micro-jolting of the foreskin.

You’re getting harder than you ever thought possible.

You look down as she looks up at you with a slight grin. She knows what she’s doing is irresistible as she continues zapping you.

“If I’m to make good use of this tonight, I must have you properly hardened,” Natasha tells you.

With every slight twirl of her finger, the shaft of your dick follows the movement precisely. The pleasure starts intensifying as an undulating loop.

“Just the thought of my leather gloves stroking you after this gets you so hard. Doesn’t it?” Natasha asks you.

She adjusts her magical beam. Zapping your dick this way and that. She has honed this craft.

A couple minutes must have passed when suddenly the energy dies and you see Natasha’s attention shift. She looks startled and glances towards the hallway door.