Welcome to the Halloween Blog Train 2024! Every year the Mistresses of the Enchantrix Empire create an extravaganza of erotica, informational posts, assignments, and more to titillate, arouse, and scare the pants off our dear readers! You just came from Mistress Lilly’s post about Erotic Mummification, hopefully, but in case you started out here, go back to the beginning with Ms Constance’s entrance to the Femdom Dungeon. Don’t forget about our Scavenger Hunt! Listen to the attached audio to find your Dungeon Key from me. And now, my tale of Chastity For The Succubus Queen:

Chastity For The Succubus Queen

In the annals of history there is much written about the occult, and much of that which has been written is complete, utter trash. Sadly, the level of academic research on occultic practices and outcomes has been laughed at and scoffed over so often and so completely that even a Masters or Doctorate in Folklore is seen as little more than woolly fairy tales meant for the amusement of small minds. This has led to many researchers tearing out their hair in frustration over the lack of peer reviewed studies. It has also lead to sober minded researchers indulging in a dabble here and there into their field of study. This, as you can imagine, can be fruitful… and dangerous.

~Ser Randolph Huston, An Exploration of Demonaltry and Eroticism.

The Exploration Begins With Research

With the final steps double checked, and all the supplies laid out, the Librarian was finally ready. He’d run across an old, crumbling text shoved sideways behind a bookcase in the Religion and Philosophy section of the library, and, as was common with many librarians, he’d been curious. If he’d known that the book had a mild obsessional geas on it that would cause any who read it to feel the deep need to keep reading, it’s possible he wouldn’t have read it. But honestly, that alone would have been enough to pique his curiosity and lead to his eventual doom. It had so far led to him finagling the system so that Study Room 8 was permanently signed out to himself, and to a number of interesting long terms loans from other libraries that he’d arranged. And to this, the night of the dark of the moon in Libra, in the hour of Venus, and all these candles…

Obsession Does Not Lead To Good Decisions

He thought he was being supremely clever, but as with all intelligent (but not exceptional) persons, he was missing a few pertinent details. His first mistake was assuming the book he’d found and read, and the subsequent texts it had referenced, were all telling the truth. It’s so easy for writers and authors to write down a lie with authority and confidence and have it picked up and believed by all sorts of folks. Add in an ulterior motive to manipulate your readers to a specific conclusion, and, well. You have the entire grimoire tradition of eighteenth century Italy as proof that dabblers in the occult can get some very slanted and incorrect ideas in their heads. The Librarian, sadly, had not researched widely enough to be able to realize that there is no way to summon up a minor demon that can’t be subverted and twisted to bring into the world something much, much more powerful.

Obsession Does Lead To Success, Briefly

As he tossed the last of the incense herbs on the fumigator, timing his toss to coincide with the end of his invocation, all the carefully drawn sigils and symbols lit from within, casting an eldritch glow on the prosaic drop ceiling of Study Room 8 in the Central Library. As the light faded away, a shiver worked its way up the Librarian’s spine, energy seeming to build like the pressure of an ascending plane, to an ear-popping height. And then, quite suddenly, there was Someone in the ritual circle.

Succubus Summoning

She was perfect. Beautiful clear skin, sparkling eyes, a devilish grin on red tinted lips, all with a figure crafted by yoga and straight out of a Hollywood A-List casting director’s wet dream. Astonished, the Librarian looked at his notes and then back to her, confused. The Book had said that this was a ritual to summon a minor imp, small, deformed, and comparatively weak. Not this stunning and gorgeous example of powerful femininity. She watched his confusion with growing amusement, immediately understanding how and why he was so flustered. And when she stepped over the careful lines of the summoning circle, his jaw dropped. “That, that’s impossible! How are you, you can’t do that, what are you doing?!” As he stumbled backwards into the wall, she merely stepped closer and closer to him, until he could smell the subtle scent clinging to her skin.

That’s Not a Minor Demon!

As soon as she reached out and touched him, all the shock and fear melted from his mind, leaving raging arousal behind. He kissed her eagerly, as if her lips held the elixir of life and he was seconds from the end. In a haze of lust and need, dizzy from a simple lack of oxygen after kissing for what seemed hours upon hours, he suddenly realized in a moment of clarity that he was nude. And on a bed? But then she was back, likewise nude, and as his eyes fell upon her, he was transfixed. Perfection. Utter perfection, the sort to make angels weep, fabulous tits, clear skin, a svelte waist, and hips made to hold onto and leverage for deep hard pounding… She mounted him, throwing her leg over his hips, bracing her hands on his chest, and then smiling as his hands found her breasts.

There’s Always A Deal

“Do you want this?” her voice was husky with her own lust and need, and she looked into his eyes with hope. “Tell me you want this, beg for it, ask me to give you this gift.” She lowered herself down, pressing his cock up towards his belly, and letting the slick folds of her pussy slide along the underside of his shaft. With tears of overwhelmed lust rolling down his temples to his hair, he begged. He let go, and begged for everything she could give him. All of it, to ‘please, please, yes, give it to me, I need this…’ Her smile was the dawn on the day after the apocalypse, the first breath of spring after a nuclear winter, it was glory and ownership and the only thing he wanted to look at ever again.

Didn’t You Learn Not To Make Deals With Demons?

Her hot wet pussy seemed to grow even wetter, slick and dripping, encasing his cock in her wetness. Near blind with the need to fuck, to cum, to complete his desperate rut, the feel of her wetness all around him, and in him even, drove his lust higher. She threw her head back in pleasure, crying out “yes! Mine!” as the slick around his cock encased all of him. Slipped into the tip of him, around the base of his balls, tightened, and then hardened. Restricted, confined, and began to squeeze the arousal out of his cock. His hips bucked in protest, his mind was on fire with lust and now frustrated desire. He looked down, and began to weep in earnest. “What, what did you do?!!”

Be Careful What You Ask For

“I gave you what you asked for, my pet.” The slick had hardened into a carapace around his cock and balls, impenetrable. A chastity device holding his genitals in a firm grip, preventing his arousal the usual show of pride and lust. With a gutteral whine pulled from the depths of his soul, he asked her “but, why? Why this? We were going to, you know!” She sat back onto his upper thighs, and laughed at him. “Because your lust will grow and grow, your frustrated desire is delicious to me.” She cocked her head to one side and regarded him solemnly. “Your curiosity got you in trouble, little Librarian. That book lead you down the path to destruction; you thought you were calling up an imp, and instead you got the Greater Queen of the Succubus.” He gasped, and began to thrash his way to freedom.

No Going Back

“Tsk, you should know better than to try to escape.” She stood gracefully, and manifested a deep plunge neckline dress for herself. His fearful, still lustful mind noted that she did not add panties. Standing and regarding him as he tried to pry the chastity enforcing carapace from his cock, she told him “that won’t work.” He glared at her “but I still want to cum!” Those red lips of hers curved in a cruel smile “yes, and you always will. That’s the point. I’m a succubus, I eat sexual energy. And there is no greater sexual energy than that found in a man locked in chastity.” As she spoke, the carapace throbbed and seemed to massage his cock, ratcheting his desire up again, and then squeezing his dick right back down.

Now You Belong To The Succubus Queen

“Oh, shh, shh, it’s all alright!” she sat on the end of the conjured bed in Study Room 8 of the Central Library. Suddenly the room seemed completely normal again, a ruined ritual circle notwithstanding. She turned to face him, and gave him a gentle smile. “You’ll go about your usual life, doing your librarian things, buying groceries, doing laundry, just now you’ll do it with my Reminder on your cock.” The carapace throbbed yet again, an obscene lust and denied orgasm once more rolling through him. “Every now and then I’ll stop by, we’ll have a chat and I’ll milk you for your lust, your sexual energy, enjoy ourselves a bit. Might be a quickie, might be a more involved scenario. And you’ll have a chance to try to change the deal! Won’t that be fun!” Her grin was bright, and so cheerful, and he swayed towards her, wishing to kiss her again.

Back To Reality?

She stood and stepped to the center of the room. “Now, go put the Book back, you don’t need it any more, and who knows when another librarian or patron might stumble across it! There’s a good dear.” He realized that she was about to leave, and with a great heave of despair he stood, and stumbled across the room to kneel at her feet. “No, no, don’t go, don’t leave, please, you have to take this thing off of me! I’ll do anything!” She cupped his cheek in her palm, and smiled “anything? Already making promises you can’t keep? You’re lucky I’m sated for now. Next time I drop by, remember that you promised ‘anything‘ to me.” And with that, she vanished. The Librarian wept, kneeling in the Study Room, and regretted his curiosity and obsession.

Would You Do Any Better?

If you were faced with a strong, beautiful woman that offered you the sexual encounter of your dreams, could you resist? I don’t think you could. So if you ever meet a woman like that, be careful! And be careful what you ask for, too. You could wind up locked in chastity (admittedly, not one that can throb and squeeze and act like a fleshlight all at the same time…) for a Mistress or a succubus in disguise. In fact, I bet you’d wind up trapped by at least one of the seductive Ladies in the Enchantrix Empire Femdom Dungeon, and you’d never escape, would you? Well, some sorts of traps are just too appealing to try to get out of! Go on, run along now, and see what Ms Jenna has in store for you in Shaitan’s Parlor!

Your Succubus Mistress, Harper

Listen to the attached audio to find the Dungeon Key (and the audio version of the story!) You’ll need that key for the Scavenger Hunt. Good Luck!

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