A simple Dominatrix get-up

Denise's father had some interesting kinks, kinks that Dianne did her best to engage. Despite her best attempts, the bastard ended up finding his satisfaction elsewhere — resulting in Dianne and Denise's total financial security. Denise still visited her dad, of course, but after his infidelity — Dianne insisted on a divorce, and the settlement arrangement was deeply in her favor.

But the same equipment she'd used to try and please Keith's kinky side was the same equipment that passed through her mind as she wondered how much worse the situation could be.

She looked in her open closet door, and just as she suspected, it was happening. A plastic tote that she had hidden away behind a few pairs of shoes on the upper shelf of her walking closet was now floating down on its own, still closed as it entered her bedroom.

A drawer on Dianne's nightstand slid open, and she thought she knew what was coming next. She kept her vibrator in the back of the drawer, but to her shock, it wasn't the vibrator that came out.

Her eyes went wide as she tried to say something, still muffled by the strong leather glove covering her mouth. Two condoms danced out – holdovers from her time with Keith. Dianne shook her head as both of them tore open. She looked back at Denise, purring as her ass was spanked by the paperback and Diane's own pantsuit. These enchantments apparently were prepared to take things to the next level, and Dianne couldn't do a damn thing about it.

When the plastic tote in the center of the room popped open, the sound was loud enough to bring both women's attention to it. The first things out of the tote were black lacquer boots, with shafts long enough that they had to be folded in the middle in order to fit inside the tote. Both of them watched as the boots stood on their own, the shafts inflating and filling until the already tight laces went taut.

"Wow, what are those?" Denise giggled, emphasizing the last word as she strained to look up at her mother. She was enjoying herself far too much as far as Dianne was concerned, and for a moment her mother wondered if the same magic book causing all this had corrupted her mind in some way. The hovering condoms – still nothing but flat, rolled-up discs — bobbed between the two women, and now Denise caught sight of them. "And… what are those?"

One of the latex discs hovered right in front of Denise's face and slowly began unrolling. Dianne tried to protest loudly now, to no avail. A black vinyl skirt sailed out of the tote, along with a shiny black bustier. A clear plastic bag rose out of the tote and popped open, allowing two opera length black latex gloves to emerge.

Denise's attention was split between the fetish outfit forming in front of her and the invisible cock forming before her – its shape defined by the magical condom rolling over it. The translucent blue-tinted dong seemed to swell, it's rigid shape growing in short pulses and arcing skyward just slightly.

"Whoa… listen, I'm down to keep this going, but you're not going to hurt her, right?" Denise asked. "I know you're not following directions from either of us, but you know — I think we were pretty cooperative with each other before you decided to kick things into high gear. Can you just —ulp!" Denise's mouth was suddenly plugged by the floating latex condom, and she apparently tried to keep speaking as the translucent cock slid into and out of her lips.

Watching this, Dianne attempted her own entreaties, but she still couldn't speak through the leather glove clamped over her mouth. A black latex glove pointed at the tote, and now — one of the more shocking things contained therein finally emerged.

A gleaming jelly strap-on hovered out of the tote, the straps already filled to invisible hips. Diane looked at the thing, and then back at her daughter...who still didn't seem all that upset with the new developments. In fact, now she had one hand wrapped around the ghostly latex shaft willingly — almost lovingly – sucked it off. Diane watched in horror as Denise pulled it out of her mouth, sized it up, stroked the hollow shaft with her other hand and giggled as she and plunged it back into her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. When the leather glove at Diane's mouth relented, she took her first opportunity to speak.

"Denise, don't encourage them!" Her daughter stopped for a second and gave her a look like she knew what she was doing was wrong, then she grinned and went right on sucking the haunted condom. When Denise saw the other one bob over, she made a comehither motion with her finger, and wiggled her ass in the air.

She didn't care if her mom was watching, or if she understood. These things were magic, and she was going to find a way to be on their good side. There was power to be had here, and even if she didn't have the book, she was going to try to figure out a way use the spell's will to her advantage.

Plus the fact that the magic had already made her come twice...and such a wonderful job getting her there. There was something absolutely satisfying about giving in to this impossible pleasure while she had an audience, and given her current situation in front of Dianne--she wondered how her father and his new girlfriend would react if she did the same thing on a visit. She pictured herself letting loose with the magic front of Adam and a couple of his dorky friends.

Denise's moan reverberated off of the hollow latex filling her mouth as the other condom behind her plunged into her pussy.

Dianne would have reacted to this, except now she had her own enchantments to deal with. The fully formed outfit was standing in front of her, empty but wholly intimidating. The jelly strap-on seemed to wiggle and rise as the boots stepped closer--and Dianne had nowhere to go and no way to stop it.