Linza had been thinking about it all afternoon. She’d hardly been able to do anything else. Just like with illusions, the applications of a spell like Suggestion were limited only by the imagination. And, just like Phantasmal Force, she’d known of the spell’s usual applications but never considered its erotic potential.
And this was a rare opportunity. Suggestion was rarely taught except to academics and those who had shown remarkable integrity as a student and had already committed to a career in law enforcement. It was a subtle spell, and if the original casting were disguised and the suggestion reasonable, the subject may never realize that someone had manipulated them with magic.
Linza had never considered the power of bringing such a spell out into the open in this way, but since Primmen had suggested it, it was all that Linza could think about. She’d ended up sitting by a fountain in one of the side squares off of the main street, mind wandering through the implications.
The first and most obvious scenario was orgasm denial. The suggestion could be, ‘edge yourself until I tell you that you’re allowed to come’. With the spell duration of up to 8 hours, the final effect would be incredible.
Another option would be, ‘don’t masturbate today’. This, of course, could be planned for a time that was expected to be especially tempting, like right before a striptease.
Linza finally dug out a notebook to scrawl down the suggestions that came to mind, both as material for her writing and also in an effort to perhaps purge some of the frantic, lust-driven curiosity from her brain.
Edge yourself at work today, at least once every half hour, but don’t cum until you get home.
Go take a long bath and think about your favorite sexual memory, but don’t touch yourself yet.
Tell me about your most favorite sexual fantasies until you’re dripping.
Whenever you start to feel irritated today, feel aroused instead.
Bring yourself to orgasm without using your hands.
Every time someone asks how you’re doing today, moan ‘good’ like a slut.
Linza filled pages, but she was unsuccessful at purging anything from her brain—quite the opposite. She considered pausing by the break room on her way to the session to clear her head, if she had the time for it. She glanced at the clock—she was already a minute late!
Linza jumped to her feet and jogged over to the admin building. She weaved through the others milling in the halls and then finally found the entrance to the lecture hall. Breathless, she slipped into the back.
Tanyth had saved her a seat near the middle, which she both appreciated and resented. She’d have a much better view sitting with them, but she felt embarrassed as she squeezed past all the other folks on the edge of the row who’d been there on time.
After what felt like an eternity of apologizing and shuffling, she landed next to Tanyth.
“I miss much?” she whispered.
“No, you’re just in time!” They patted her knee.
Her stomach flipped. Lizna’s composure was already a total mess. As she shifted in her seat, shivering at the sensation through her vulva, she regretted not properly setting aside time to clear her head before the session.
Primmen was at the front of the classroom, and next to her was a man in a simple linen robe and nothing else. He had dark hair, olive complexion, and a medium build.
“…so it is of the utmost importance to remember that the most powerful organ in the body that relates to arousal is the brain. Therefore, suggestions that leverage the influence and expectations of the brain are extremely effective. These suggestions are also enjoyable when they are somewhat fantastic in nature. So, Victor and I are going to demonstrate one such scenario tonight.”
Primmen reached over to a bowl that sat on the table and plucked out a bunch of grapes. She plucked and ate one, and then offered them to others in the first row. “First, we must all agree that these are totally normal grapes.”
The front row ate their grapes and then nodded their confirmation.
Primmen thanked them and returned to the table. “Alright Victor, you try a few too, just to show that nothing’s happening yet.”
Victor obliged. He smiled. “Still feeling normal.”
“Excellent. Your robe, then?”
He shrugged off the robe and then stood before them, totally naked. He was flaccid, relaxed. “Reminds me of my days posing for drawing classes,” he chuckled.
“Alright, next I will cast the spell, and then you will all hear the Suggestion.” Primmen started chanting, moving her hands precisely through the air. She wore a bracelet of crystals set in gold, and those glowed and vibrated as she spoke. When the incantation was done, she looked Victor in the eye and said, “To you, these grapes will be as the most irresistible aphrodisiac. The slightest taste will leave you debilitatingly aroused. Each one will intensify the experience, and yet you will not be able to climax until you finish the bowl.”
There was one bunch left in the bowl, a reasonable snack.
Linza was impressed—of course her own imagination had been limited. She’d only considered suggesting somebody modify their behavior, not this type of perception modification! She would have to consider later how illusion and suggestion might synergize.
For the moment, nothing yet had happened.
“How do you feel?” Primmen said.
Victor smiled wryly. “A bit skeptical, to be honest. It seems too good to be true.”
“That’s quite alright.” Primmen smiled politely, but Linza saw an edge of smugness in her eye. She plucked a grape from the bowl and offered it to him. “Give it a try?”
He shrugged and popped the grape into his mouth.
He nearly fell over.
Linza now appreciated why he was naked. Never had she seen a shaft swell to such an insistent throbbing so quickly.
He caught himself on the edge of the table “H-holy shit…”
Primmen turned to the classroom. “And thus is the power of a welcome Suggestion. It can speak directly to the unconscious and create effects that stun the conscious mind, even though it is the same body that creates both the effect and the feeling of surprise.”
“C-can I have another one?” he asked.
“Of course.” She didn’t move the bowl, which was now on the opposite side of the table as Victor. “Just come and get them.”
He pushed himself up and shuffled over to the side of the table with the bowl, legs shaking. With trembling hands, he plucked a handful of grapes and shoved them all in his mouth at once.
That time, he did collapse. He melted to the floor in a heaving moan, hand finding his shaft immediately as he started to masturbate.
Linza shifted to the edge of her seat, partly to see better and partly for how the seat’s edge pressed against her vulva, giving her some of the sensation that she herself now craved.
“Holy shit,” Victor gasped, “I’ve never felt so fucking turned on in— nnngh… in my whole life…”
Linza glanced around the room and was gratified to find that she wasn’t the only one feeling the heat—other audience members were gawking and flushed. Tanyth was still wearing their same outfit as before, including the lack of underwear. Linza surmised as much when the tip of Tanyth’s erection peeked out from under the edge of their skirt. They had a more placid demeanor than her, content to watch the show. Perhaps it was because they’d already orgasmed four times that day.
Victor’s moaning escalated.
“Remember,” Primmen said, “You won’t be able to orgasm until you finish your snack.”
Victor gasped and opened his eyes, looking up at the table above him and the bowl there. “C-can you…”
“You seem perfectly capable,” she said. “All you have to do is reach up and get them. Nothing’s stopping you.”
“B-but then I’d have to…”
“… you’d have to what?” The corners of Primmen’s lips twitched upward.
“To s-stop…” Victor’s face was a picture of desperation.
“To stop what?” Primmen’s lips pressed into a satisfied grin.
“T-to stop touching myself!”
Primmen’d voice was practically predatory as she purred, “Well, you can do that, can’t you?”
“No!” he moaned. “I c-can’t stop, I c-can’t fucking stop!” He stroked harder, but this only seemed to intensify his predicament as it brought him closer to the edge that he couldn’t reach.
Primmen’s smug control of the situation was nearly as arousing to Linza as Victor’s desperate arousal. The combination of the two had Linza’s blood boiling.
“You really can’t stop?” Primmen crooned.
“I swear, I’m t-trying, I’m really trying but…”
“Why can’t you stop?”
“It feels too good… it feels… fuck, it feels amazing… ngh those grapes are, I can’t stop, they’re strong, I…”
Primmen leaned over and picked up the bunch from the bowl. “I suppose I can help you, then.”
She came around and stood behind him, so that he was between her and the audience. She plucked a grape from the bunch and fed it to him.
Victor moaned as if he’d just started masturbating after a long denial.
She fed him another, and clear pre-cum started to run over his tip.
Then she plucked a third, but regarded it. “Hmmm, this does look delicious. I might like one too. But then, if I eat it… could that mean you might never be able to come until the spell runs out?” Primmen’s eyes sparkled with mischief, a carefully crafted cruelty. Linza noted that exact expression, the mix of keen awareness and apparent indifference, to use in her illusions later. And in her own personal fantasies.
“No!” Victor gasped. “No, please, please, I need them, I need to come, I need to cum so bad…”
“Actually, nobody’s ever died from lack of orgasm.” Primmen pressed the grape against her closed lips, as if to ponder her decision.
Victor writhed, eyes going wide with desperation, but he couldn’t break his hands away from his cock. “I want to! I want tooo… please…”
She gave him the grape and he nearly swallowed it whole. That got him halfway through the bunch.
Linza was not sure that she herself would last through the rest of the bunch.
And so Primmen continued until Victor couldn’t even beg anymore, couldn’t even speak. All he could do was moan and gasp and whimper and stroke himself.
So, he didn’t notice as Primmen silently showed the audience that she was down to the last grape. She fed that to him, and Linza held her breath, waiting.
But nothing changed, yet. Had that part of the spell not worked?
Primmen winked at them, then said, “Victor, Victor look.”
Victor’s eyes fluttered open and he looked up and back at Primmen. He saw the empty stem.
It was like a jolt of electricity went through him. “Is that… did I… is that all of them?”
“It is all of them, Victor.” Primmen’s voice was a purr, her grin like a cat’s.
His breath was heaving, his body tense. “It’s… oh fuck… oh holy fuck… oh I can feel it coming… it’s coming, I’m, I’m—”
Linza had never seen a man cum so hard. He sprayed hard, multiple times, and then his cum flowed thick and white over his tip. It didn’t seem like it was going to stop as he moaned and moaned, more and more flowing out over his hand in waves. Finally, the ejaculate ran thinner and clearer. Victor mustered a groan and then collapsed back onto the floor.
Linza shook on the edge of her seat, desperately wishing it would be enough sensation to bring her to her own climax, but knowing that it would not be. She was dizzy, hot, over-aroused and under-stimulated.
Victor drew a deep breath and then heaved a sigh. “By the queen’s tits, Primmen, you really outdid yourself this time.”
Primmen smiled that predatory smile. “Thank you very much for your enthusiastic participation, Victor. Now, there are a few things I’d like to point out.” Primmen turned to the audience, immediately back in an academic tone. “Most importantly, notice how the last grape had no actual effect in and of itself. It was the idea of the last grape, and Victor needed to notice that it was the last grape, for the effect to be felt. It was purely psychological, though as I’m sure Victor will be happy to report, no less visceral than had it been physical.”
Victor nodded blearily. “It felt very… visceral…”
And with Victor still there on the floor, dazed and absolutely covered in cum, Primmen casually continued her lecture.