If you are working at your laptop and hear a voice say, “The game is on,” it could be your once-in-a-lifetime chance to experience Amityworld.
The Magic Wand – The power of erections in Amity’s hand
The Promise and Denial of Erections in Amity’s Hand
Amity needed entertainment, so she decided to add new clients to her select group of renters. They had to be wealthy and influential enough to pay her prices to use her stable in the new rental cabins. Her slaves were exceptionally well-trained in the fantasies her renters were desperate to make real. Keeping a big stable is expensive so she supplemented her client list from time to time with men she considered worthy of the experience only Amityworld can provide. When her developers showed her their new invention, she knew how to find the perfect customers.
Where Ultimate Femdom Fantasies Come True
Amity took her magic wand when she visited men her research discovered were functionally impotent but not from anything medical. When those men learned that she could give them erections – or take them away – they pleaded to pay for time with her rentables. They’d pay anything just to feel the power she held over their limp organs. Like she always does, Amity gave them a lot more than just erections and when they left, they pleaded to be allowed to return. Then it was time to brand her fourth exclusive, after a year of serving her. The red-hot iron with the big A would imprint her mark, the one he’d wear forever.
The Magic Wand – Preface
HE WAS SHOCKED when he felt his penis come to life. In spite of his name headlining several companies’ letterhead and decorating too many buildings to count, he hadn’t gotten hard in the middle of the day in years. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like.
Damn, he was starting to drip!
Barry had no idea why his inept penis was acting on its own but he darned sure wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. He closed the door to his office, secreted himself in his private bathroom and jerked off like he did when he was a teenager. Only this time, he was a grown man. A rich one. No one would dare open his door and interrupt his pleasure, even if all he had to do it with were his own hands.
The bathroom was dark and he didn’t turn on the light. In spite of all his business successes, the idea of masturbating on a Tuesday afternoon embarrassed him but not nearly enough to make him stop. It had been too long. Since his divorce, he dated a few times but avoided taking any of those women into his bedroom suite, the room he hired an overpaid decorator to design to fit his new bachelor lifestyle.
Barry couldn’t get hard when the time was right. Heck, he couldn’t get hard at all. Rather than humiliate himself in bed, he dodged the situation now going on two years. Women thought he was a real catch – rich and single – but Barry knew he was flawed. Talking to a doctor got him offers of drugs that he didn’t want to take. After all, he owned the company that made one of them and he knew what went into them.
In the dark bathroom, he unzipped his pants and reached inside his white underwear to fondle his old friend. His hard old friend. The familiar feeling of his fingers wrapped around it and savoring how hard it was, well, it was a welcome memory and his hands knew what to do. That kind of muscle memory never goes away.
Barry was grunting in the shadowy bathroom, his fist pulling just enough to make him feel the way he missed so much. Horny. At my age, he thought and grinned while he stroked himself.
What Barry didn’t see was the woman in the reception area outside his office tapping buttons on a small box she removed from her purse. He never saw her press a lavender button and drag a slider up. He was so involved in jerking off, Barry never imagined his playtime was controlled by the buttons she pushed or where she positioned the slider. All he felt was the ecstasy running through his body when that magic moment happened. Just like it used to.
Barry felt it, that moment when he knew he was going to come. Damn, he thought, he’d pay anything to feel this way again, especially at the right time.
Barry dreamt of which woman – heck, all the women – he could have in his extravagantly decorated bedroom and finish inside them.
The woman in the foyer smiled. Then she pressed the dark purple button on the control box.
Barry’s secretary ran inside his office when she heard him scream.
The Power of the Wand in her hand – Amity’s Note
I’D SPENT SO MUCH time and done such hard work for the premiere event, the auction in Amityworld, I was ready for some fun. My kind of fun.
My exclusive slaves fill my nights with breathtaking orgasms that feel like trips into my personal stratosphere. They’re so outstanding at serving me that many of my nights don’t end until the sun starts to rise over the tree line across the big field. But that doesn’t take care of my days. I was looking for something entertaining to fill them.
The stable was in excellent physical shape and my rental business was in a splendid financial condition. My rentables were generating peak fees and Jack, my stable manager, hadn’t reported an incident with them in months. The household girls were working hard every day after the lot of them spent a few hours in the punishment building when one or two of them slacked off. Discipline is most effective when the girls understand that all of my property, including the house girls, is the same to me. If one causes a problem, they all pay for it.
Even Nova, the personal female I bought at Red Rick’s place after the Memphis auction, was working out reasonably well. Her huge body, layers of fat and massive breasts amused me when she trotted across the small field or down the hallways in the main house. I was beginning to trust her to carry out my orders with less supervision. Nova did exactly what she was told – nothing more and absolutely nothing less. She was intimately acquainted with my single-tail and performed adequately enough to avoid additional sessions with it. Two were enough for her to get the point.
The garden was producing so many vegetables and berries that my stable was well-fed and my food bills were noticeably lower. The head chef produced tasty meals for me and my frequent guests and he made sure there were plenty of blueberries for me to stuff in my exclusives’ mouths so they could lick the juice off my fingers.
Even my morning muffins and scones were tasty.
Amityworld was fine. But I was antsy.
Last week when I was having coffee on the terrace and my stable was doing their exercises on the smaller field so I could watch their burgeoning muscles reflect the sunshine, Zayn, my exclusive Tantric guide, was licking my fingers each time I pushed more blueberries between his lips. Gage, my ex-POW exclusive with 10 magic fingers, was working on my toes. Even Juke, the new one I recently branded, learned enough from the Ancient Asian Tantric Master I bring in from time to time to grow his and Zayn’s skills, was beginning to pick up on my stress and knew exactly how to reduce it.
Nova crawled onto the terrace and asked if she could speak. I barely nodded. My toes were in their own heaven. My fingers were busy with blueberries and my exclusives’ tongues.
“Ms. Amity, your west-coast developers request your time.”
A slave, even a personal girl like Nova, takes a huge risk when she interrupts my exclusives’ serving me. The two developers I implanted with microchips in their perineums when I hired them to create new tools for the Parlors I held were also taking a risk asking for my time. But they had created an array of tools I commissioned, many of which were best sellers on my website, so giving them a few minutes might be worth my time.
“When?” I asked.
“They are on hold now,” Nova said.
“They can wait until I’m done.”
They indeed did wait patiently. An hour later, I clicked the button and they appeared on the big monitor in my office. I jolted their chips and after a chorus of screeches, they told me what they recently came up with. As an investor, I get the right of first refusal. If I like it a lot, no one else can have it. That’s what excellent lawyers are for.
What they had to show me was the answer to my quest for my daytime amusement. Actually, it was much more profound than that. It was the magic wand.
