Andrea looked at Bill, his face expressing a dull glaze of the ever-increasing control with a tingle of pleasure. She slid her hands out from under his shirt, and turned her attention to his jeans: unfastening his belt and unzipping the fly, exposing a bulge which slowly pulsed in time with the energies that have been flowing from the ritual. She slid her fingers over it, and felt its warmth through the cotton fabric. Bill's pelvis thrusted forward to meet her touch, and she responded by caressing it further. Andrea was enjoying this, but wanted more. She pulled Bill's pants down to his ankles, then brought his underwear down to meet them. Now free from its confinds, Bill's manhood now bobbed up and down just as his head did. Andrea smiled at the sight, and expressed that satisfaction by sliding a single finger from its base to the underside of the tip, which caused another arching of Bill's back at the intense sensation. She reached into her purse, and pulled out a silver ring, roughly an inch in diameter; it emitted a soft glow like that from her and Bill's chests moments ago. She slid it onto the end of Bill's member, then compressed the head to ease its descent onto the top of the shaft itself.
"Next phase, Bill," she softly spoke as the ring's glow began to intensify. "Touch my vagina," she commanded. Bill's hands, long since lost to his conscious control, moved to her legs, and under the short hem of her skirt. She parted her supple thighs to give them access to their intended destination, which they left no time in reaching. Bill's mind, the part still tethered to how thing usually worked, partially expected to find panties in his way, but as his fingers approached their target, they found nothing of the sort, and soon they were coated with dampness and bathed in light as the third phase of his domination was put into place. Andrea began speaking to this effect: "This is the third phase: if it serves my purposes, you will only desire my womanhood; all others will feel abhorrent." As her words entered his mind, his fingers slid between her folds, and her hands worked his manhood up and down as small beads of lubricant worked their way out to smooth the motions over his veiny appendage, illumated from the ring's glow.
"I also have control over your manhood," Andrea continued. "I can make it soft." With that single word, Bill's erection evaporated, leaving him completely limp in her hand. "I can make it hard," she said, and his manhood sprung back to life. "I also have control over your manhood," Andrea continued. "I can make it soft..." With that single word, Bill's erection vanished, leaving him completely limp in her hand. "And I can make it hard," she said, and his manhood instantly sprung back to life. The small part of Bill's mind that was still his own screamed out at the horror of all of this, but the power Andrea had over him could not be overridden. "Are you ready for the final phase, Bill?" she asked, fully knowing whatever his answer was, it meant nothing. "Mmmmhmmm..." was all he could muster in reply, his heads bobbing up and down. "I will take that as a 'yes'..." Andrea said, a wide grin on her face.
