I will turn you into a girl tonight

 

Want to be a girl for Me?

Want to be a girl for Me?

You always wanted to be a girl.

You’ve fantasized about it for ages.  I know this of course because I know YOU. I know the ins and outs of you.  I know the dark side of you and what you’ve wished for since you were young.  I have watched you and your awkward nature for decades.  I’ve been waiting for you to call Me.

Invoke My name.   

Perhaps I am Simone, or I am the evil sinister snake speaking to you. I whisper to you when you go to sleep at night that it’s O.K to try on that silky pair of panties.  I long to have you close; no, closer, to Me.   All you have to do is call out to Me, and I will be by your side.   I will hold you in the night while the normal people sleep.  It will be our little secret that you call upon the succubus to change your form.

You open your eyes to find you are now a girl.

You begin to cry as you have wanted this for such a long time.  It feels so good to finally be able to feel between your legs and have a blessed vagina.  You cry out as you run your fingers over your hard nipple and feel a bit of liquid drip out from between your legs.  You are ready to be mounted, like a glass needing to be filled.

You open your eyes to see Me hovering over you.

I am such a beautiful creature you think.  Even though, you partly recognize that you are sleeping, you don’t want it to end.  You don’t want to acknowledge the rational nature that it is in fact a dream.  Obviously, it could not be real.  I didn’t Really turn you into a girl.   Or did I?  As I make love to you, you stop questioning reality and decide that My reality is, in fact, better overall.

To Be Continued…

Love,

Demon Mistress Simone


 

Taking the slave’s soul

demonbreastsLook deep into My brown eyes and feel My strength.

You can tell by My haunted sadistic smile how much I love using you.  I wait here on My bed waiting for your little body to crawl to Me.  You can feel My gaze and the small smile that grows across My lips.   You think to yourself that I look so weak on the bed.  There is no way that I could be a powerful demon right?

Perhaps you enjoy telling yourself these lies as I compel you to strip out of your clothing.

Now, why on earth would you ever want to be anything but a naked male in front of a powerful Fem Dom like myself?  You ask yourself this question as you feel your underwear hitting the ground.   You absolutely want to be naked in front of Me.  Why on earth would you ever wish to be anything but that in your life?

You realize in horror that you no longer have control over your cock…

You can clearly see how much I’m enjoying myself by My sadistic laugh.   My laugh excites you clearly by your reaction but also scares your fragile essence to the core.   You want to please Me more then anything else in the world.  You want Me to take hold of you.  You want to pamper Me and worship Me in every way possible.

The grin says it all.   You don’t know what I’m going to end up doing with you, but you don’t care.  You don’t care what I do with you.   You just want to be near Me.  You want to be near Me for all time….

And Now you shall My little slaveboy….

Love,

Demon Mistress Simone


 

The Strong Man’s Tale, Part 1

Witch Mistress Harper 800 356 6169Once upon a time there was a strong virile man.

This man knew that he was strong, knew that he was handsome and virile. He was absolutely certain that he was the envy of all the other men around him, and, furthermore, that all the women around him wanted him. The man loved to fuck, loved to eat pussy and he really adored having his cock sucked.

One day the handsome man went for a walk.

On his walk the man passed several inferior males, who all failed to meet his eyes and moved out of his way. He encountered a dozen women who sighed after him and batted their eyes and tried to attract his attention. It was a good day for the man! All these people, intimidated and attracted, and all he had to do was breathe. And then he saw Her.

The man had been warned about women like Her.

Some women are not like the rest; some women are stronger than the strongest of male, smarter, more cunning and infinitely more powerful. Men whisper to each other about these women, and warn one another not to get too close for fear of being destroyed.

The sort of woman the man had been warned about was right in front of him! And she was captivating. Her eyes were bright and shining with laughter and intelligence, her lips curved in a wicked smile. She looked at the man and did not sigh, did not bat her eyes, did not try to attract his attention. She simply stood, waiting for him.

She was a Witch, you see.

A Witch has no need to flirt, to bring a male to Her side. A Witch waits for the male to be ensnared, for him to come crawling and begging before Her. Why should any Witch have to lay out honeyed lures or bait a trap for a male, when all she really has to do is let him see Her?

He saw the Witch, and was caught.

From that moment on, the handsome, virile, strong man was caught like a fly in sticky honey. He couldn’t tear himself away, nor did he want to. He would go to her, begging on his knees night and day for any iota of attention she could give him. Strong? On his knees and begging. Virile? Only for Her. Handsome? What did it matter if his face was perfect, if She wouldn’t look at him?

The Witch owned him, now.


 

Shamanic Witchcraft and Sexual Magic

Witch Mistress Harper 800 356 6169There are two main divisions in the types of magic.

The type of magic that I practice is Shamanic Witchcraft. Ceremonial Magicians use time honored constructs, group rituals and the power of the human unconscious to work their magics. They build powerful golems to help them, they call on other-planar entities to aid them, and they traffic with highly charged entities, like demons, angels, and gods. In contrast, Shamanic Witches work with the energies of the earth, the spirits of stone and herb, the smaller forces found in nature and living alongside humankind.

When I set out to do magic, you won’t see me standing in a scribed circle.

I won’t be wearing a heavily embroidered robe, covered in occult symbols, holding a staff or ritual sword aloft. There won’t be candles annointed with oil, carved in more occult symbols. There’s no need for me to wait for a certain phase of the moon, or for Venus to occlude Jupiter. When I do magic, often as not, it’ll be in the kitchen, over by the stove, with my hair gone curly in the steam from whatever I’m brewing.

While Ceremonial Magic does have Sex Magic, and in fact, a lot of Ceremonials will say they’re the ones who pioneered Sex Magic, Shamans can work it too.

And I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that Shamans are pretty dang good at Sexual Magic. After all, given the sorts of forces that I work with, Sexual energies are really familiar to my hand. Oh, and a small secret? I tend to do my magic all the time. It’s hard for a practitioner to stop making magic. Once you start on the path, you never get off of it. I’ll be doing magic, and sex magic, when I’m old and gray. From attraction spells, repulsion twists, tiny little lust bombs and the ever popular ‘come to me’ spells, Sex Magic is basically my bread and butter.

So, yes, dear reader, I can and I will use my Shamanic Witchcraft to tie you up in knots.

I’ll reach right on out and grab you, hold you, turn you on and get you flying for me. Your poor cock will be so hard you won’t be able to think straight, once I get my hooks into you. And I do mean that literally, by the way. If you think I’m going to pass up the opportunity to have you act out my favorite fantasy for my own amusement, then you have lost your mind. You will come to me, you will kneel for me, and you will suck a nice big cock for me.

Because I’m not just your Mistress, I’m also a Witch, and my word and my will is law.


 

Cock Control Voodoo

The old house was as you would expect a dark and dreary home to be.  The paneled floor creaked as you walked across it.  It was no surprise to feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up as you heard shuffling above you on the second floor.   It was however surprising to notice your cock becoming stiff even through your fears.

With each step, your cock becomes harder..

What is this witchcraft, you think to yourself as you marched further into My lair.   Surely, this must be some cock controlling spell to be so enamored by Me.   You mutter these things to yourself as you clutch the titanium key I mailed to you.   The key as I told you in the letter would allow you to enter My house.   Now, as you move forward towards My upstairs dungeon, you begin to question the sanity of task at hand.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a man kneeling wearing an ornate mask and a leather thong.   His eyes are looking towards the ground obediently.    As you take your first step on the spiral staircase, you hear the man mutter a warning.

“Turn around while you can, Simone will never release you.”

A few droplets of pre-cum oozes out as you hear the warning.   You realize there is absolutely no going back.   You take a few more steps to see Me in all red like Satan herself.  There is a sadistic grin on My face.  You realize that you are walking up the stairs towards Me at this point.  Your cock is rock hard but you are not the one controlling your legs.

I AM.

“Lose control within Me,”  I say gleefully and you look at My shiny white teeth as you walk towards your fate Willingly.  You know your life will never be the same now as you live only to serve your Demon Mistress Simone

Love to Haunt you!!! Here’s the Key to My Heart and My home!

Kiss Kiss,

Love,

Simone


 

Invoking the Gay Spirit…

Tweet As you Read this you will Become Gay for Me… If you don’t wish to be gay you should Look away now…

Twisted Spell I weave I make

Twisted Spell thus I do create

Twisted spell bewitch I make three

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Invoke a Black God Humiliation

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Possessed by the Witch Mistress Harper

Tweet When I say that I possess you, that I own you, I mean something very deep.

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Take the Demon’s cock and Live

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The lights in the room flicker for a moment and you open your eyes.  There is an eerie yellowish glow coming from the corner that you can’t seem to deny.  Then you see My eyes in the dark corner.  I walk towards you smiling.   Don’t be scared I purr.  I’m only going to . . . → Read More: Take the Demon’s cock and Live


 

The Perils of Snooping in a Witches’ Bedroom

Tweet There are certain perils to visiting a witch.

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