The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Note: The following document was found in the archives of the United Christian Cult Awareness League after their recent fire. It was stamped “Classification: Need to know only.”

Monday I was working late at the office and everybody else had left except for one of the new secretaries, Maggie. I could see her at her desk when I looked up, through my half-open door. I didn’t know much about her. We had talked only a few times and she hadn’t been with the firm very long. I was a newly-minted MBA myself, and that night I was working late to finish a project my boss was keen on. I was starting to think about going home when Maggie came over and apologized for disturbing me. She asked if she could talk to me for a minute. I told her that I was about finished anyway and invited her in. She explained that she needed my help. She said that she had been taking an evening class in hypnosis and that she needed to practice on somebody. She explained that a person under hypnosis would only do things that they actually wanted to do, and asked me if I had ever been hypnotized before. I told her I hadn’t. She said that’s perfect, it will only take a few minutes and she would be very grateful if I could help her out and allow her to hypnotize me. I agreed, I guess because I enjoyed looking at her. She has dark hair and dark eyes setting off her pale complexion. I wouldn’t call her face beautiful but it is pleasant enough. I might even have asked her out if there hadn’t been a strict office policy against dating the secretaries. My job paid very well and I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that. I wasn’t worried about her hypnotizing me. I’d seen shows before. If she made me do things like crowing like a rooster or dancing on my desk, it wouldn’t matter because there was nobody else in the office.

She was pleased that I was willing to help her and she told me to just relax in my chair. Since it was adjustable she had me fix the chair so I could lean back a bit and rest my head. She had me loosen my tie so it would be easier to relax. Then she placed something in front of me. It was a little jeweler’s box containing an engagement ring. The diamond glittered as she moved the box closer and she asked me to concentrate on the diamond while I relaxed and listened to her voice. As I stared at the diamond and relaxed she told me that she had broken up with her fiance a while ago but had kept the ring. She said he had only given her the ring because he knew she wouldn’t sleep with him unless they were engaged. She was glad she kept it because it made a good hypnotic focus. She explained to me what that meant. It was sparkly and easy to watch, so the diamond would hold my attention. And as I was continuing to concentrate on the diamond I should relax every part of my body, starting with my feet and legs. Then continuing with my waist and chest, allowing my breathing to become deeper. Then relaxing my shoulders, and my neck and head. It will feel so good to relax, she said. The diamond allowed me to focus my eyes on the ring while my hands and arms became relaxed and heavy. It was very easy listening to her voice. My whole body was feeling heavier and heavier. She said that my eyes would become very tired and would start to close as I stared at the diamond, and shortly I noticed it was indeed getting more difficult for me to keep my eyes open. Sometimes my mind would wander a bit, thinking about what she said about not having sex unless she was engaged, but then she told me to concentrate on her voice and that my eyes were so heavy they were closing by themselves. I was a little surprised that it felt so good when they finally closed. Now I could concentrate on her voice completely, as she told me to relax even more. She slowly counted down from twenty and with each number I relaxed, breathing deeply and trying to go into a hypnotic trance, as she was instructing me to do.

She said she would need me to stay late at the office every evening that week so she could practice hypnosis. It sounded good to me, I enjoyed relaxing like this. She said that each time she hypnotized me I would go deeper into trance, faster than the previous night, more relaxed, feeling even better. She told me not to let anyone know that she was hypnotizing me because people might get the wrong impression. That made sense. People are often too quick to believe the worst. She told me I had done really well and that she was now going to count up from one to five and I would wake up feeling refreshed.

After my eyes were open she thanked me. I noticed the ring was gone from my desk; she must have removed it while my eyes had been closed. She left, saying “See you tomorrow evening, Tom.” I watched her as she walked out the door. I felt good and was glad I could help her so easily. I thought to myself that she really did need practice, I felt I hadn’t been hypnotized at all. She hadn’t even made me dance on my desk. But it was good to relax so deeply, a nice break from routine.

On Tuesday work went quickly. As the day ended and people started going home, Maggie and I would occasionally exchange a brief glance and a smile as we continued to work at our desks. I was looking forward to the relaxation that another practice session with Maggie would bring. Finally everyone else was gone. Maggie came into my office again and put the box on my desk. She told me to loosen my tie and take my shoes off this time because I would relax faster and more deeply that way. I took them off and leaned back in my chair as Maggie opened the box to reveal the ring. She once again told me to concentrate on the diamond. As she repeated her words from yesterday to relax my entire body I realized that I was relaxing faster than I had on Monday. My eyes quickly got so heavy I couldn’t keep them open. Soon she counted down from twenty again. By the time she finished I was simply floating. She told me that to save time, in future I would go into a deep hypnotic trance immediately whenever she showed me the diamond ring.

Maggie said hypnosis can be used to help people. She told me she was learning how to give therapy using hypnosis. She wanted to give me an example. To do this she had to ask me some questions, and I needed to answer them truthfully. She asked me if I was currently dating anyone. I told her that I wasn’t. She asked me if I found her attractive. I told her I did. She said she was pleased and that I should imagine my attraction for her was growing stronger with each day. She said that hypnosis can help with sex problems. Men could be addicted to sex, she said, and hypnosis can help. To demonstrate, she told me I would be unable to climax the rest of the week until she gave me her permission. That was to help me understand the power of hypnosis and how it could be used with sex addiction. I was to let her know, later in the week, how her instructions had affected me. Soon she counted to five and I opened my eyes again. She smiled at me as she picked up the box off my desk and left. I was struck by how sexy she looked as she walked out the door. She was really quite nice. I don’t know why one of the other guys at the office had mentioned to me that she was “a bit of a witch.” She didn’t seem that way to me at all.

That night lying in bed I was thinking about her and normally I suppose I would have masturbated myself to orgasm. But I found I couldn’t even get an erection. I fell asleep wondering if she could really have had that much of an effect on me. Perhaps she was a better hypnotist than she realized.

In contrast to the previous day, Wednesday went by too slowly. I was curious to find out what would happen that evening. Near closing time Maggie rang my phone even though she was close by, at her desk. She said she had to go somewhere briefly but that I should wait here and she would come back after everyone else had left. I got the impression she didn’t want other people to notice that we were the last two in the office for several days in a row.

A while later only one other person was left. Patricia, the office manager, stuck her head in my doorway. Her main duty is to oversee the secretarial pool but she also keeps track of the hours people work.

“Working late again?”

“Yes. They’re keeping me busy this week.” Actually I had finished everything I needed to do and had been trying to find just about anything to keep myself occupied until Maggie came back.

“Well don’t overdo it, be sure to get some rest.”

“Yes, I’m looking forward to some relaxation soon,” I said, smiling inwardly.

“I’m going home now myself. See you tomorrow.”

“Good night.”

Finally Patricia went out the door and I waited for Maggie to come back. I didn’t have to wait long. She came into my office and after I loosened my tie and removed my shoes she told me to loosen my belt also, since that would allow me to relax even more. After I did that she put the box down on the desk and opened it.

I could feel my eyelids getting heavy as soon as I saw the diamond ring. I barely had time to lean back in the chair as my eyes closed and my whole body relaxed. Maggie said she was pleased to see that I was following her instructions to go into a trance immediately when I saw the ring. Even though my body felt nearly limp she again went through the same routine as the previous evenings, starting with my feet and ending with my head, making sure I was completely relaxed. Eventually she finished counting down from twenty. It felt so good I noticed I was starting to get an erection. She must have noticed it too because she told me that I was finding her even more attractive and sexy then ever before. She said this feeling would continue to grow every day. Then she reminded me that I was still unable to climax without her permission and I felt my erection begin to subside immediately. She began to give me my instructions for Thursday.

Tomorrow evening I was to meet her at the jewelry shop down the street after work. There I would purchase a new engagement ring for her. She told me that I would look at all the rings available and that one of them will have a special quality. I will know when I see it, she continued, because it will have an even greater power over me than the ring now sitting on my desk. There was an engagement ring at the jewelry shop that was so powerful that I simply must buy it for her, and whenever she showed it to me I would immediately fall into the deepest possible hypnotic trance. When I saw it at the jeweler’s I would know it by the effect it had on me and I would buy it for her on the spot. She said that I should now realize I was finding it very enjoyable for her to have increasing control over me. The new ring would complete her control and I would find deep satisfaction in that. Then she counted to five and I was able to open my eyes again. “See you tomorrow evening, Tom,” she said with a smile as she left. I certainly enjoyed watching her body move as she walked.

By Thursday afternoon I started having second thoughts. I tried to decide what I was going to do about the situation I found myself in. At the end of work I saw Maggie get up and leave. She expected me to buy her a ring tonight, but I wasn’t sure if I should. I got up from my desk and walked around a bit, trying to reason it out. I felt trapped in the office, almost suffocating, like I needed to get some air. She and I hadn’t even dated. In fact we couldn’t, not without losing our jobs, and now she wanted me to buy her an engagement ring. Not just any ring, but one that she could use to control me completely. It was frightening and yet exciting at the same time. I couldn’t deny she had a strong effect on me. She was extremely attractive, very sexy, but she was just a secretary, for heaven’s sake! As I was considering all this I looked up and noticed that my walking had carried me down the street and I was now stopped in front of the door to the jewelry shop. Since I’m here, I thought, might as well go in. If she’s actually inside, I’ll let her know that I like her very much but I just can’t buy her a ring. Probably she isn’t even in there, and this is all a bad joke. A little bell on the door tinkled as I went into the shop.

“Tom!” she said when she saw me, “The engagement rings are over there.” It was a relief to see her. The shop proprietor seemed to have a faintly amused expression on his face as I looked over to where Maggie was pointing. Under the glass there were a lot of rings of various shapes and colors. I had no idea there would be so many. After I finished looking at all of them I was about to apologise and tell her that I wasn’t going to buy any of them. Then something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. Before I could say a word I saw that one of the rings seemed to stand out over all the others. I tried to see exactly what it was that made this one different. In fact it looked very similar to the rest. Still, there was something about this one, I couldn’t stop looking at it. Perhaps it was that I liked the design better. The more I looked at it the more interesting it became. This must have been what Maggie meant when she said I would know the ring when I saw it. I had the odd feeling that I was somehow above my own body observing myself below. I don’t know how long I stood there staring at the ring. The feeling faded when I heard Maggie say “You have found it, haven’t you.” She had moved right next to me. “Yes,” I answered, still looking at the ring, and I knew that I wanted to buy this ring and give it to her. She really should have it. It would look beautiful on her hand, a nice contrast with her black fingernail polish. I indicated the ring to the shopkeeper and got out my credit card. As I paid for the ring Maggie put her arms around me and kissed me. “Thank you,” she said, and I felt wonderful. She told the jeweler that she’d take the ring now and get it sized later. Then Maggie was curious about the size of my left ring finger so we got the jeweler to take a measurement.

We left the shop and Maggie suggested we eat at a small restaurant that was nearby. I protested that our firm’s strict policy against dating prohibited us from having dinner alone together. “Nonsense,” she said, “we won’t be alone, there will be other people around. And we’re not dating, we’re engaged. You just bought me a ring.” I was still trying to think of a reply to that as we were being seated in a dark private corner of the restaurant. After we ordered, Maggie said we were going to find out just how much more powerful an effect this new ring had on me. She put the small box in front of me and opened it. I felt my body slump in the chair as I relaxed and my eyes closed. Maggie explained to me that I was now experiencing the effects of the ring, as she had described yesterday, that I was now in a deep trance and going deeper with each breath. Clearly, she said, this ring allows her to exert complete control over me because I had chosen it for precisely that purpose.

She told me that tomorrow I would find the box containing the ring on my desk, and at three o’clock in the afternoon I would take it over to her desk and give it to her. She said that since it is an engagement ring there were certain formalities that must be followed. I must kneel when giving it to her, and when she opens the box to show me the ring I must ask her to marry me. She said that the effect of the ring on me was so powerful that I would be compelled to do this. The more I tried to avoid it, the stronger the compulsion would be to propose to her at her desk at three o’clock. Afterwards we would leave the office together and she would take me to a special place and thank me for proposing. It was important that I would be in a trance but I wouldn’t close my eyes when she showed me the ring tomorrow at her desk. I would just act normally and ask her to marry me. Then she counted to five and shortly after I opened my eyes the waiter brought our food to the table. The meal was quite enjoyable and when we left the restaurant we parted with a long kiss. At home I fell asleep thinking about what a curious day it had been.

Sometime after noon on Friday I noticed the small box on my desk. I wasn’t sure how it had gotten there. Maggie must have put it there when I was out of my office. A bit later I was going over what she said I would do at three o’clock. This had really gone too far. I would give the ring back to her, certainly, but proposing on my knees was so old-fashioned. And did I really want to marry her? Sure, I could do worse than her, and true, I felt like I was starting to fall in love with her, but maybe I could at least postpone marriage. Then I remembered what she said about “thanking” me for proposing to her. She must mean she wanted to have sex. She did say she wouldn’t have sex with a man unless she was engaged to him. But last night she had said we were already engaged. I’d wager I could convince her to sleep with me without this business of getting on my knees. But right now I needed to get the box back to her while avoiding the “formality” that was required. I noticed there was a knot of people near her desk and I figured that if I went over there now, they would provide a kind of camouflage. I could unobtrusively drop off the ring at her desk and then blend in with the others before she realized what had happened. That way I could give back the ring without all the fuss. I needed to hurry, I thought to myself as I looked at the clock, it was nearly three.

I picked up the box and started to make my way over to her. I was surprised to find the group of people near her desk was larger than I thought and many of them seemed to be watching me. It was going to be difficult to do this without being noticed. My options appeared to be dwindling. Maybe it was a mistake to come over here. I was trying to figure out my next move as I approached Maggie’s desk when the box slipped out of my hand. I scrambled on the floor to recover it and as I did, I found that now everyone was looking at me. I saw I was kneeling on the carpet in front of Maggie, holding the box. There was a soft collective gasp from the crowd of people assembled around Maggie’s desk as she took the box from my outstretched hand and opened it. As she did I heard a clock somewhere begin to strike the hour. “It’s beautiful,” she said, as she turned the box gently from side to side. The light sparkled on the diamond in front of me. I felt very calm and relaxed. As I saw the ring I had the fleeting impression that I was looking into my own future, all planned out for me, fated, unavoidable. I couldn’t take my eyes off the ring and before I could think I said “Maggie, will you marry me?” She quickly answered “Yes!” and hugged me as she put the ring away. The group of people around her desk slowly dispersed, some of them smiling and shaking their heads, several of the women looking back at us wistfully.

One of the other secretaries walking past us put an envelope on Maggie’s desk, saying “You won that bet.” I looked at Maggie and asked what that was about. She said it was nothing, they were just being silly. I pointed out that the envelope was full of money and she replied that the office had taken up a collection for her bridal shower. I asked her how everyone had known that she was getting married and she said “Oh, I told them,” and smiled at me. I was about to ask her exactly when she had told them when she said, “It doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that we are going to be married.” I realized she was right. Just then Patricia came over to speak to us. Maggie leaned against me as she rested her head on my shoulder. My arm automatically went around her waist as we turned to face the office manager.

Patricia came straight to the point. “It appears that you two are engaged to be married,” she said, looking at both of us questioningly. I waited to see where this was going, and Patricia continued, “and yet you have not been dating?”

Maggie straightened up, saying “That is correct,” and I nodded.

“In any case,” Patricia said, with a look that indicated a certain amount of disbelief, “the firm will not permit married couples to both remain employed here. If you get married one of you will have to resign, and my understanding is that you will, Maggie.”

“Yes, I’ve already turned in my two week’s notice,” she said. This was a surprise. She hadn’t mentioned anything about this to me.

“Just checking,” Patricia replied, and then with a smile, added, “and have a good weekend. You both might as well leave early. I doubt that either of you would get much work done anyway if you stayed. And you’ve disrupted the office quite enough for one day.” She waved her hands in he direction of the door. “Off with you now.” Smiling, we thanked her and left.

Out on the street I asked, “Maggie, where are we going?” she replied that from now on I must address her by her proper name, Magdalene, and that I shouldn’t worry about where we were going. So I followed her, trying to grasp the events of the past week. There was no doubt that I was engaged to her, after buying her a ring and proposing in front of all those people. Yet I felt like I barely knew her. It seemed that all I had done was to agree to let her hypnotize me. I had to admit that so far I had enjoyed it, although there were some peculiar aspects to the situation. I supposed I could break off the engagement, if I wanted to, and she could keep the ring. But first I had to find out how she was going to thank me. And now here we were, as I looked around, in one of the best hotels in the city. She used a key to open the door to a room and we went in. “Take off your coat and tie and your shoes, and come sit on the bed,” she said. After I had done that she opened the box with the ring in it.

“That’s right, Tom,” she said as my body began to relax, “you must submit to my control. You yourself picked this ring for the power you knew it would give me over you. Your eyes are closing and you are relaxing completely. Lie down on the bed.” As my eyes started to close I became so relaxed I could not remain upright and I lay back on the bed. Magdalene loosened my belt as she talked.

“You were wonderful today,” she said warmly, “and now you will get a reward. You are already in a very deep trance and going deeper with each breath you take. I am going to count to three. When I reach three you will open your eyes and undress. You will remove the rest of your clothing completely, and with each article of clothing you remove, you will feel yourself going deeper in my control. When you have finished taking off your clothes you will lie down on the bed again and your eyes will close. You will go into the deepest trance possible. One. Two. Three. Eyes open. Undress for me now, Tom.”

It was exciting to take my clothes off, knowing that she wanted me naked, certain that she was going to bring me to the climax that I had been anticipating for so long. As I reclined naked on the bed my eyes closed again and I felt myself relaxing more than I ever had before.

As I lay there completely in her power she explained that when her first fiance left her she was devastated and it had taken her months to recover. She vowed that no man would take advantage of her again. Happily, she found a religion that supported her goals. Becoming an accomplished hypnotist was one of the requirements for advancing in the hierarchy. Then she asked me when I last had an orgasm. I told her it had been last Sunday while I was watching a porn movie. It felt like that had been a lifetime ago.

“Five days is sufficient. Soon you won’t need any more porn movies. I am going to count to three again and you will open your eyes, while remaining in a deep trance. You will follow all of my instructions. One. Two. Three. Eyes open and look at me.”

I opened my eyes and looked at her without raising my head off the pillow. She was sitting on the bed with her blouse unbuttoned and her skirt riding high on her thighs. She looked so sexy. I noticed my heart starting to beat more strongly. She was holding something in her hand.

“Focus your eyes on this wedding ring now and relax,” she said, holding a plain gold band between her fingers in front of me. She slowly moved it around and the light glinting off its edge made lazy circles. “Concentrate on the ring. You are still in a very deep trance. I am now going to use this wedding ring to permanently hypnotize your penis. Notice how you cannot take your eyes off this wedding ring. As you concentrate on the ring you will realize that it is starting to hypnotize your penis. You have already experienced how powerful my hypnosis is. You have been unable to orgasm for the past five days. In a few moments you will tell me how that has affected you. As you talk you will feel the ring increasing my control over your penis and you will start to get an erection. My control over your penis will ensure that you get an erection. Tell me how being unable to climax has affected you.”

I was so relaxed that it was difficult to talk, but I managed to say that I hadn’t been able to masturbate, and that as a result I was very horny. As I told her this I could feel my cock was starting to get stiff. I couldn’t stop watching how the light reflected off the ring as she slowly rotated it.

“Very good, Tom, notice how your penis is now getting more erect. You are becoming sexually aroused. Your eyelids are getting heavy and the wedding ring is continuing to hypnotize your penis. Your eyelids get even heavier as your penis becomes more erect. When your erection is full your eyes will close. As your eyes close you will continue to see the wedding ring in your mind, and you will feel it giving me total control over your penis. When your eyes close your penis will be permanently hypnotized and under my absolute control. The more you try to keep your eyes open the heavier your eyelids become and your arousal increases. Feel how heavy your eyelids are becoming. Your eyes are starting to close now. Your penis is becoming hypnotized, totally erect and under my control now. Feel how you are giving your penis to me.”

All efforts to keep my eyes open were hopeless. As I listened to her voice it became more difficult to watch the ring as it slowly turned in her fingers. My eyes gradually closed. I could visualize the wedding ring still turning in my mind and I knew my stiffened cock no longer belonged to me. Magdalene owned my penis.

“Your penis is now permanently hypnotized and completely under my control. You will be unable to get an erection with anyone but me for as long as we are married. And we will be married for life.” I could feel her getting up off the bed. I heard the soft seductive sounds of her clothes falling to the floor. “We are now going to have a private wedding ceremony, just you and me. We don’t need a justice of the peace or any false priest. This will be the true wedding rite, of which the ordinary ceremony is but a shadowy imitation.”

I felt her get back on the bed. “I am going to count to three and you will open your eyes once more. You will still be in a deep trance. You will not be able to move or speak. You will see that I have the sexiest, most erotic naked body you have ever seen. One. Two. Three. That’s right, open your eyes.” She was naked and I watched as she straddled me. My erection increased as I gazed at her. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined. The small upside-down pentagram tattooed around her navel only served to accentuate her beauty.

“Soon you will be inside me and this ring will be on your finger. As our bodies join, on each stroke you will feel the wedding ring attaching to your hand more strongly. You will enjoy this feeling. When you climax the ceremony will be complete and the ring will be permanently attached. You will be unable to remove the ring for as long as we are married,” she explained. “We will now begin the wedding.”

She held my erect penis at her opening and gently inserted the very tip, trapping it there. The sensation was exquisitely pleasurable and I felt my cock harden even more. Then she raised my left arm, bent at the elbow, so my fingers were pointing upwards. Spreading the fingers apart she slid the wedding ring over the tip of my left ring finger. What she said next almost sounded like a chant.

As she was saying this she slowly began to slide the ring down my finger and simultaneously lower herself onto my waiting member. The motion of her body down my cock imitated the motion of the ring down my finger. She then said very deliberately, drawing out each word with finality,

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

On those words she finished moving the wedding ring down my finger as she completely engulfed my throbbing cock. The ring was at the base of my finger and I was fully inside her. She began to raise herself up and then plunge down again. Each time she did this she gave the ring a small tug upward and then downward. On the downward stroke it felt like the ring was comfortably embedding itself on my finger as each time my cock found its home. It was as though she was gently hammering the ring onto my hand with bliss and ecstasy, and with the full cooperation of my own body. Magdalene continued to move herself up and down on my shaft while her manipulation of the ring attached it more firmly to my finger on each pleasurable stroke. She watched me with obvious delight as my orgasm approached.

I was now right on the edge and she kept me there with a whispered “Not yet.” She continued to slowly ride me until I wanted nothing more than to beg her for release. Magdalene seemed to know exactly when I was at the point of maximum helplessness. She then said with a satisfied tone, “Now. Come now.” When she said this she pressed down firmly on the ring and tightened her pussy around my cock. Her words and actions set off a chain reaction inside me, impossible to resist. My back arched and my hips lifted up off the bed as I pumped spurt after spurt of semen into her. My body’s knotted muscles finally relaxed but my orgasm seemed to go on and on as she continued to squeeze me into a further series of delicious contractions. With each squeeze of her pussy she gently pushed down again on the ring and my cock responded with another throb.

My climax slowly ebbed. I was in a state of utter surrender. She laughed softly and said, “You may kiss the bride,” and brought her lips down to mine as she continued to hold me inside her. Each time our tongues met it caused my cock to jerk again. I wasn’t even consciously aware that she was still gently pressing the ring down on my finger until she stopped as she broke our kiss. I began to soften and slip out of her. I remember her telling me to feel the relaxation and pleasure filling my body, making it heavier and heavier, getting sleepier and sleepier. I must have fallen asleep with her lying next to me murmuring gently in my ear.

The next morning I was ravenous and we had a huge breakfast in the room. She kept me naked and in bed all day as she taught me how to please her orally. We repeated the wedding ceremony later that evening, except the ring was already attached to my finger so she only needed to manipulate it gently. She used slightly different words, too, that I am unable to reveal here. I think we performed it one more time the day after that but my memory is hazy. I know we stayed in the hotel all weekend because on Monday I went to work directly from the hotel. Magdalene used her sick leave and vacation time. In fact she never went back to work there again. People were surprised to see my wedding ring and I suppose I was the main topic of conversation at the office water cooler for a while. It didn’t matter to me, though. I was too busy with the details of buying a house big enough for Magdalene’s needs. For now I stayed at her place.

A few months later Magdalene and I were married in a more conventional fashion. We didn’t really feel any reason to have a false ceremony just to please the government but my family would have felt left out if we hadn’t. The only part that didn’t go smoothly was when the minister wanted me to remove my ring before the ceremony. Of course it wouldn’t budge. He couldn’t understand why it wouldn’t come off. I had to remind myself not to explain to him that after a true wedding the ring simply is unremoveable. The minister finally decided we could work around the fact that I already wore a ring. I also doubt he would have understood that Magdalene doesn’t need to wear a ring. The normal rules don’t apply to her. She wore one briefly, for show, but removed it after we got home.

There were also a few awkward moments after the ceremony, at the reception, when my parents met Magdalene. I think my mother doesn’t especially like her but my father seems to find her enchanting. Magdalene’s parents weren’t there for the ceremony or the reception either, and I have never met them. I was curious about that at first but now I just accept it. I think Magdalene must have explained it to me but I can’t remember exactly what she said. My head starts to hurt if I think about it too much. It can’t be very important anyway.

At home after the reception, Magdalene and I had to purify ourselves since we had been in a church. The purification ritual is a bit messy. I guess it isn’t always easy being married to a High Priestess. It has gotten better lately, and now she doesn’t have to show me her engagement ring as much as she did at first.

At least, as Primary Consort, she tells me that I will get preferential treatment over the rest of her husbands after she marries them as well. It’s really not as bad as it sounds. I get to service the other Priestesses too when they require it. Well, I can only worship their bodies with my tongue, because I simply don’t get an erection with anyone but the High Priestess, but it is almost as satisfying for me, and afterwards the High Priestess always rewards me. I love how she can get me hard now simply by moving my wedding ring gently up and down on my finger. And, once she gives me an erection this way, it amazes me how quickly she can then bring me to orgasm just by commanding it as she presses down gently but firmly on the ring. It fills me with the sensations of our real wedding ceremony, and I cannot hold back. These days I never seem to last long enough to get my clothes off completely before Magdalene makes me come, but she insists she is not disappointed. She seems to enjoy it as much as I do. The other Priestesses usually watch when she does this. They sometimes laugh and applaud when Magdalene makes me come in my pants, and I suppose it does look funny, but I don’t mind because it feels so good. Often she also allows me to worship her with oral sex afterward, which gives me an added feeling of completion and satisfaction.

My career is going very well. I’m not sure what my salary is now because the coven manages all my finances. But I do know I got a raise recently without my even asking for it. Although my boss said that Magdalene had visited him in person and asked for the raise on my behalf, and that she was very persuasive. I knew exactly what he meant. Magdalene says my boss might even be good Consort material.

If you are reading this then Magdalene has chosen you to be a Consort and you already know much of what I am saying. Just remember that the High Priestess only chooses those who have already chosen to be hers, and that to be owned by her is the highest freedom. And once you have tasted that freedom there is no escape but to serve her more completely. Welcome to the family.