Not a goddamn thing

Now, as someone who, unlike Hecate, actually does have omniscience when it comes to Blowjob Universe (at least in theory), I know for a fact that what that was supposed to do, was make you puke. That was the idea. It was going to be a virtually unending stream of vomit, during which she would have shoved a magic dildo down your throat. That is perhaps one possible future, and if anyone is into that, I implore you to craft such a future.

Anyway, that doesn't happen. Nothing happens. Literally just straight up nothing. If nothing was a buff, you'd be more overpowered than fucking Saitama. Now, obviously, she wasn't expecting nothing. She was expecting the puke thing. So when nothing happens, she tries a most bold and unorthodox tactic: She snaps her fingers again.

Lo and behold: the absence of anything. She doesn't take this well.

Her cruelly condescending smile evaporates, as she stares at you in shock and horror.

"W-what is this?" she says in disbelief, "what has happened to my powers!?"

She stares at you in anger. She is very used to being in control, so to no longer be in control is a very new experience for her, one that she does not take too kindly to.

"Kneel, boy," she says enraged, "kneel before your master." She snaps her fingers once more, under the delusion that it will somehow work this time. Yet somehow, against all the odds, it predictably does not.

She's visibly trembling by this point. Though her face is twisted in a most terrifying visage of rage, you see something in her eyes that make your already diamond hard cock throb in anticipation: fear. She puts on a good show, dominatrix that she is, but she can no longer hide her fear. Her terror. You have not yet even laid a finger on her, and yet look what she has been reduced to. How the mighty fall have fallen.

She is at your mercy, of which you have none. So, dear conqueror, how will you take her?