After hearing alllll about Ms Autumn’s adventures with pegging in the enchanted forest, now you get a short tale about an unsuspecting and overconfident man creature lurking amongst the rustling branches after midnight…spying on the Kinky Coven! Because you know, deep down, we’re all kinky AF!
Chad couldn’t believe his luck – or his eyes! There had been rumors for the past year that the smoking hot cocktail waitresses from Club Poppycock were a lot more than friends. And there they were, drinking around a campfire in the middle of the forest, with a tiny sliver of moon overhead. They were lounging close together with a large book, mumbling softly so that all he could really hear was the crackle of the fire. He crept a little closer…
Until he was yanked back by his hoodie and his belt at the same time. There were two of them, a brunette and a redhead that he recognized. It didn’t even occur to him to feel worried as they skillfully controlled him by his clothes. He put on what he considered his most panty-melting smile. “Well hi, ladies. You look like you’re all having a good time tonight, mind if I join in? I figured you might enjoy a little, y’know, masculine energy in your little circle out here.”
Naked, But Not Afraid…Yet
The girls released his clothing, but only because the others had come over and surrounded him. One of them was standing with his belt in her hand, and before he could register what was going on, he was stripped naked. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” he smirked, looking them up and down. They were all dressed in black – dresses, skirts, jeans, tight sweaters, flowy jackets, scarves… definitely channeling a little Stevie Nicks.
One of them, wearing a black lace eye mask, finally spoke. “You’ve probably heard how ‘nothing good happens after midnight’. Tonight, you find out what that means. You have been caught spying on the Kinky Coven, and your life will never be the same. That is a promise. Bind him, sister witches!”
His own hoodie was thrown over his face to disorient him while the girls worked their bondage magic with almost supernatural speed. Ankles, waist, hands, thighs, armpits. He wasn’t uncomfortable, but he was completely exposed and immobilized. And damned if he wasn’t also erect as hell. Not that he cared – after all, they’re the ones who wanted him naked, so they get what they get. And he couldn’t wait to see how they wanted to use him!
The Kinky Coven Convenes
The lacy-masked Coven Queen stood by the fire with her book open. “We have a great opportunity right now to practice the Flaccidium spell. We need 3 personal tokens for our little kettle, and,” she looked Chad up and down, “we won’t have a problem getting them. A lock of pubic hair, a dab of fluid from his meat dagger (giggle, snort), and a square of his underpants.”
The sexy witches swirl about, gathering up his boxers and digging out scissors and a knife. Into the cauldron went the patch of his boxers, and then Chad stood very, very still while his pubes got a trim from the redhead. He even moaned a little because he could feel her warm breath as she bent close for her clippings. “Lucky you,” she said. “Your, ahem, meat dagger produced some of its own fluid so I won’t need to nick your dick with this.” She waved the gleaming dagger before dabbing the tip of his cock with the flat of the blade. “The book didn’t specify which bodily fluid, I’d have done whatever was necessary.” And for the first time that evening, he felt a little uneasy.
The small cauldron of rainwater collected earlier in the week, pubic hair, a piece of underwear and a smear of pre-cum was removed from the flame. The witches started swaying and chanting in unison, while the queen delicately added an herb to the cooling mixture and announced, “Flaccidium Eternum!” She faced Chad and doused him with the warm potion.
Flaccidium Eternum Indeed!
He laughed, “Well that was interesting. I’ll think of this night every time I wear those boxer shorts with the missing piece. What was that stuff you put in at the end?”
The Coven Queen smiled. “That was wild cotton, known for its effect on male fertility. Should the erectile dysfunction spell we just cast somehow fail, this is a little extra to make sure your substandard genetic material has no future. However, it’s quite evident that the potion is having the intended effect.” With the snap of her fingers, one of the witches comes over. “This is Isabella, she’s a novice witch. It is her duty now to stimulate your – what was it called in the spell? – oh right, your meat dagger. Since you were sporting wood from the moment we dragged you from the bushes until we anointed you with the potion, I’m certain that a 30-second hand job from this lovely new addition to our coven will be enough to establish that we have instilled permanent orgasm denial. Isabella, begin.”
Isabella knew that this was essentially her initiation test and opened her blouse to expose the pale swell of her breasts above her black lace bra. She warmed her hands with the dregs of the potion, added a little oil, leaned forward to make sure he had the best possible view, and went to town.
Chad was panting with excitement and pulling a little at his restraints as he tried to thrust his hips toward her skilled hands. It wasn’t until the 30 seconds was up and the coven cheered that he realized something wasn’t quite right. He looked down. Mr Limpy. He wiggled a little, but all it did was flop on his balls. The witches were putting out the small fire, packing up their herbs and tools, and getting ready to leave. They were ignoring him and his plight.
“You’re not going to just leave me hear like this! I’m naked, I’ll freeze my dick off!”
“You won’t miss it,” the Coven Queen said. “It’s been rendered useless in more ways than one. But no, we won’t be leaving you here for the cross-country track team to find in the morning. We wouldn’t do that to them.” She placed the dirty dagger in his palm. “It should take you about 20 minutes to get yourself free of this glorious web of knots. You can keep the dagger as a reminder of what you no longer have between your legs.”
And with that, the Kinky Coven made their way along the path out of the forest with Chad’s whimpers, curses and panting fading away behind them. Sweet music to their wicked ears…
Tomorrow, Ms Tia has a delightful tale from the Enchantrix Enchanted Forest to share with you – so check back!
Ahahahahahahahaha!
Color Me channeling My best Stevie Nicks for a conjuring shawl spin! All while giggling with glee!
This was delightful, Mistress Claire! Picturesque, wicked, and delicious! Three of My favorite adjectives!
Exciting read Ms Claire, thank you! My Mistress currently refers to my small tool as “wimpy limpy”. No actual potion was required, unless chastity counts.
OMG club poppycock Love that ahahaha and freezing his dick off no worries it wont work again great story
Okay, so coming up for the name of the club where they worked was way too much fun – glad you appreciated it!
Wonderful story. So evil!
Certainly sounds as if he got what he deserved for being so presumptuous, thinking his “dagger swagger” would make the sorceresses melt like the Wicked Witch.
What started out with so much promise became the nightmare of all time as “Hanging Chad” became the “laugh” of the party.
He has one less extremity to worry about in the dark chill of the forest.
Perhaps his only chance is to somehow find his way to Hogwarts in hopes they can restore his mini muggle member to its former self!
Mistress Claire, this is Sissy Slut Samantha. As you know, I am a faggot slut cum dump who loves to service alpha males. Your kinky coven’s spell rendering Chad permanently limp would be okay with me as long as my passion for sucking cock would be unaffected. Being captured and possessed by the coven would be exciting and being rendered impotent would be consistent with my service because I never seek personal pleasure while in service to a superior man. Do you think the kinky coven would work their magic on me?
Thanks for the creative effort. Your post was really great and enjoyable. I appreciate the blog train and your contribution.
Dear Mistress Claire, what a delightfully wicked story! I loved how the witches of the coven turn our hero’s fantasy into a nightmare when they rob him of his sexual powers. Even knowing the likely outcome, I wonder if I could resist the charms of a group of determined women, particularly if some were in black tights to match their outfits. Like a moth to a flame, would I be drawn to my own destruction? Just imagine the lifetime of frustration he will endure now that they women have taken away his only avenue for sexual relief. He’ll still have all his normal urges, just no way to relieve them. Wicked witches indeed.