It's so easy to lose yourself in a book. Everyone knows the feeling of the entire world slipping away as you fall into a new world in between the pages of a book you love. An author with the writing talent to utterly remove you from your physical existence is a rare gem, indeed. Professor Snow is one of those rare authors. She's an erotic author with the deft and skill to make even the darkest s*xual fantasies come to life with just a pen. You've been following her work for some time. But you've always felt it could go deeper. More extreme.

You decided to go see her in person at her office for the first time. You'd love to pick her brain about her philosophies, her process, and maybe even her own kinks. Nervous, you knock on the door and let yourself in. She's even more beautiful than the author's picture on the back of her books. As she sets down her book, she welcomes you in. You sit down across from her and tentatively start asking the questions you've been saving up for her. "How do you do it? How do you touch such an intimate part of the human experience with just words?" She smiles and her eyes flicker to her bookshelf. "Well, the truth is, I have a l*ttle secret. It may sound silly, but I'm being honest."

"I'm a witch." She declares. You feel something stir within you. Fear? Arousal? Both? "I have a l*ttle spell that allows me to peer into someone's mind and witness their deepest, darkest fantasies while they experience them in their mind. I use those experiences for inspiration. Would you like to give it a try?"

Your heartbeat quickens. You know how deep your fantasies run. Could she really do that? Take you to that space without ever leaving this room? You give her a nod. You can feel your arousal building at just the thought. Her beautiful raven hair covers the side of her face as she reaches for a bell on the shelf. Her chocolate eyes glitter with something mischievous. "Are you ready?" You nod again.

The bell rings out and you can feel the vibrations down to your very bones as your consciousness is swiftly removed from the office into a dungeon. Suddenly you're naked and on your knees. The cold floor brings chills down your spine. A Mistress walks into view with some kind of rod in her hand. Her smile is sadistic. Her motions are swift. Her voice is cold.

Can you handle your deepest fantasy come to life?

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