Frankly, I think it is time to recalibrate the old Weird-O-Meter.Now the ultimate question is why someone would bother to cast anenchantment on someon... like myself. I could think of a number ofcreatures in the Fairy realm that would do it for a good laugh but whyme?I needed to research the problem. Of course finding good books on realmagic in this day and age is problematic. It's not like I could enter'Read Along' and ask Diana for a magical tome.The Library seemed to be my best option. Well I. The figure drags me to the bay mirror, I see my slave master pressed against me,with his hand firmly across my mouth. I relax and become more excited as we play out one of our many fantasies.. I hear his voice, “quiet.” Suddenly I feel his free hand rip across my breasts, my bra and top tear away from my flesh. His hand pinches at my nipples as he caresses my body and curves. I am scared but strangely aroused, as I do not resist. He pushes me to the wall while his lips meet the nape of my. " Josie said leading the way to the computer.Once at the computer, Stan quickly checked the inbox and said, "It's from John alright, from his email address anyway, the subject says 'From ALL of us'," That screen is so small," Laura complained, trying to see around Stan's head, "have you opened it, what does it say?"Stan opened the letter to reveal red writing on a blue background that said, "Just like Yours". Scrolling down the page he found the apparently blank space with arrows that pointed. She began to slowly move her leg up and down, the shoe on her foot dangling and swaying with each movement. I was breathing hard, her foot was literally trancing me. I looked up as she licked another finger and turned the page. A smile was now fully evident across her face, almost a haughty sneer, as she continued to read, not looking up at me once, but knowing the effect she was having on me. Each bump of the subway ride and jerk of the car brought me closer to the edge, just watching her.