In the bustling city of Kelenar, adventurers and townspeople of all shapes and sizes roam the streets. Truly, this is a city much like any other metropolis of the high fantasy world, save for one crooked little tower no one seems to notice. And of course, the buxom redhead and the harried youth within aren't your ordinary fantasy denizens either....

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“But Mistress! I thought bondage was your favorite type of lewdomancy!?”

“Keep up, Mel. I like bondage, but that's just enchanting whips and chains. That's barely prestidigitation. Now Mind Control! There's something you need a little bit more finesse with when it comes to lewdomancy.” Kinkella sighed, bopping her silly apprentice on his head.

“Now pay attention. See that blond girl over there?” the lewdomancer said, turning Mel's head to look towards a gorgeous amber-haired lass in a blue and white dirndl.

“Y... you mean Giselle? The milk maid? Wh... what about her?” Mel gulped, hoping that his mistress didn't notice his flushed face.

“Yes, the milk maid. The one with breasts the size of cow udders? She's the one you moan about when you touch yourself at night, right?” Kinkella nodded, rubbing her chin as she appraised the girl from their keep's enchanted window.

“B... but mistress! You told me you needed my... seed... for spell reagents!” Mel said, mumbling into his cloak.

“Right, and that bucket's only halfway full. Maybe if you do well in mindcontrollewdomancy, you can finally fill it all the way!” Kinkella smiled, patting the apprentice on the back.

“Mistress, you really should stop labeling everything with lewdomancy... besides! Giselle would never volunteer, Mistress. I mean, she's a good girl.” Mel said, still gazing longingly at the milkmaid.

“A good girl that looks like she makes your dick hard.” Knikella shrugged, cupping the apprentice's sex with one hand. Mel let out a tiny squeak in spite of Kinkella's constant fondling of him. “See? The blacksmith could make an anvil out of that.” 

The lewdomancer twiddled her fingers around the apprentice's balls, and the crotch of Mel's pants began to glow. The apprentice let out a gasp as a lustrous sprite emerged from his button fly and flitted up in front of the two of them.

“For all your talk about her, darling apprentice, it looks like you don't really care about her being a good girl, do you?” Kinkella smiled at the lust faerie and Mel could only look away in shame.

“Alright. We've summoned something that can mind control her now. What's that word that non lewdomancers call swingwatchytalkslowlysleepomancy?” Kinkella mused, letting go of Mel's wand to let the faerie rest on her finger like a canary.

“... you mean hypnosis, Mistress?” Mel said cautiously. Before Mel could even finish the last word, the sprite began to glow a deep green and darted through the window, buzzing happily into the busy crowd.

“No! What did you do, Mistress?!” Mel cried out, trying to make a futile grab for the sprite as it made its escape.

“Me? I didn't do anything. You're the one that gave it a command!” Kinkella shrugged innocently, making her well endowed chest jiggle pleasantly.

“You... you tricked me again, Mistress! I won't live down the guilt if Giselle gets hurt.” Mel whined, watching the green sprite weave through the crowd apparently unnoticed.

Mel could only watch as the sprite finally came to Giselle, again invisible to the young woman, and it circled around her for a moment.

“Hmm... it might not have worked after all... no, wait, there it goes!” Kinkella began with disappointment, but the sprite made one more circle around Giselle's head before diving at the girl's forehead and exploding in a puff of emerald smoke.

Both watched with bated breath as Giselle finally seemed to notice something. The milkmaid looked around at first, seemingly looking for something, before her head started to nod. Slowly, her eyelids began to drop and she stopped shifting entirely. Giselle let out a little shudder and a sigh, and her eyes closed completely, her head dipping down to touch the top of her chest as she began to breath deeply.

“Ooooh.... I need to take my skirt off for this... good going, Mel.” Kinkella nodded in approval, sliding her belt from its loops and loosening her garment.

“M... mistress! What's happening! Fix Giselle this instant!” Mel cried out, panicking as he saw passersby starting to take notice of the milkmaid sleeping on her feet.

“Fine, fine. We'll have to get her into the keep if you want to do anything, though.” Kinkella said, waving her hand in the air with a few magical sparkles and producing a high backed chair for her to sit on. “Just call her for now. She's under you spell, after all.” Kinkella sighed, completely nonplussed about her half nakedness as she crossed her legs.

“Ah... umm... G... giselle? C... come to the hedge witche's tower...” Mel croaked, unsure of what would happen under the mistress' orders.

Mel was surprised as Giselle's head snapped back up and she seemed to regain her senses. His joy was short lived, however, as he could see her eyes still shut and her lips still locked in a dazed smile. All hope was lost, however, as the milkmaid's creamy arms rose gently in front of her, her arms rigid but her wrists and her hands limp, the perfect picture of a sleepwalking girl. With her arms so posed, the enchanted girl pressed her breasts together to form a sensual valley in her cleavage. 

If Giselle had only caused a few curious stares, now the milkmaid was drawing a crowd as she made her first, mincing sleepwalking steps. Mel could tell that more than a few gazes were less than out of concern.

“Mistress! This is insane!” Mel said, his knuckles going white as he gripped on the windowsill.

“I know! Look at her. That's a perfect somnambulist's gait! You really did a number on her with your hypnolewdomancy!” Kinkella said.

“That's not what I mean and you know... MISTRESS!?! DO YOU HAVE TO DO THAT IN FRONT OF ME?!” Mel said, turning to try and plead with the lewdomancer only to find Kinkella openly stroking her pussy and licking her lips at the sight of Giselle.

“What? She's hot and this is my fetish. You can't expect me NOT to masturbate, can you?” Kinkella said, waving around her slick fingers in her defense.

“Just please, Mistress Kinkella, please do something so that it won't be a problem for later?” Mel cried out in exhasperation. “Look at that crowd! We really don't need the Wizard's Guild knowing about this!”

“Fine... honestly, Mel, you can be such a wet blanket...” Kinkella groused, snapping her cum-stained fingers.

Instantly, Giselle disappeared from the middle of the street and within moments, the crowd began to act as if nothing at all had happened. A shimmering light filled the wizard's tower for a moment, and with a wet pop, Giselle appeared in the midst of them, still smiling in her sleepwalker's pose.

Mel's jaw dropped at Kinkella's display of sorcery. “You mean you could have just done that to begin with?”

“Well, yes. Boringnormalspellomancy...” Mel began to glare daggers at Kinkella as she began with her habit. “... I mean, it's simple for an archmagistress to cast teleportation and mass amnesia.” 

Mel could only look at her in frustration. “Some people would think that being an Archmagistress is a better living than a hedge with, Mistress...”

“What? And live WITHOUT lewdomancy?! Preposterous!” Kinkella scoffed, plopping back down on her chair and sliding two fingers into her wet snatch. Mel bit his tongue and tried to calm down his raging erection. Now was not the time to be enamored by his mistress' body.

“Regular arcane arts. Bah. More like tediumancy!” *schlick schlick* “Always 'Watch the leylines this' and 'help the paladin' that...” *schlick schlick* “And the spells are boring too! Like baking a cake.” *schlick schlick* “Not to mention all the bookworms. Not a single hunk in the Academia Magica. I was a virgin till 30. 30! Can you believe that?!” *schlick schlick* “If... uhn... if... aaaahhh... iff..... ooh.. ohh.. OOOHHHHHH.... oohhh.. oohhhmmmm... yes.” *ahem*

“If THAT'S what normal wizardry is about, no wonder there are all these necromancers and evil sorcerers all over the place. So much frustration!” Kinkella said, ending her tirade as she licked her fingers clean. “That's why we have lewdomancy! You should be thankful, Mel! We're pioneers of magic, here!” Kinkella said... right before she began playing with her clit again.

Mel gulped at the display, then slapped himself before he lost control. “Mistress, isn't this just the same as a Dominate spell?” Mel sighed.

“What? Using Dominate to have sex with a girl is abusing magic! This is using lewdomancy to have have sex with a girl BECAUSE of magic! It's completely different.” Kinkella ranted, waving her arms in the air and sending little sprinkles of her witch's dew on to Giselle and Mel.

“Well when you put it that way, Mistress... IT'S NOT DIFFERENT AT ALL!” Mel said with an understanding smile that switched into a recalcitrant howl.

“You OBVIOUSLY need a more in-depth approach to Mind Control Lewdomancy.” Kinkella said, standing up from her chair.
In her heels on top of her imposing figure, Mel had forgotten that his mistress held a substantial height advantage over his own shorter frame.

“... how do you mean, Mistress...?” Mel said, taking a step back in spite of his treacherous erection.

“Oh calm down! Here, all you need to do is look at my chest and we can sort all this out.” the lewdomancer tut-tutted, opening her robes to reveal her gravity defying bust in all of its magnificence.

“... look at your chest, Mistress?” Mel said with a hint of suspicion, still inching back.

“Yes... see? It's just my nipples, apprentice. And don't weasel away. I know you look at them all the time anyway!” Kinkella said, licking her fingers then tracing wet circles around her teats.

“B... but that's because you tell me to look at them when we're having... intercourse...” Mel said softly, trying to figure out just what Kinkella was trying to do.

“Exactly. So this won't be a problem, right?” Kinkella smiled, still leaving glistening trails over her breasts.

“Well... I guess not...” Mel said, calming down. It didn't seem like his Mistress was doing anything.

“Just look at them, dear apprentice... watch my tits... aren't they nice? So full and soft... don't you like how my fingers are playing with my nipples?” 

“Watch... tits... soft... nipples...” Mel began, still giving his full attention to Kinkella's bosom so much that he began to feel the world slip away.

“There we go... just watch them... see them bounce... see them jiggle... you love this, don't you?” Kinkella smirked, closing the distance between them so that Mel's eyes were mere inches from her breasts.

“Love... thissss...” Mel whispered in reply.

“Of course you do... you love my tits... you love them just like you love lewdomancy... you don't even care that you're under my spell now, do you?” Kinkella smiled, her fingers leaving her nipples to gently hold Mel's face in position.

“Don't... care.... under.... your... spell...” Mel smiled, sinking into Kinkella's palms.

“Lewdomancy is sooo much better than the other schools of wizardry, isn't it?” Kinkella said, running her fingers through Mel's hair.

“The best...” Mel replied dumbly.

“Good apprentice. Now practice your lewdomancy... tell Giselle to open her eyes and strip...” Kinkella smiled, still holding her apprentice firmly under the command of her entrancing tits.

“Gisssselle.... ssstripp... open... eyesss...” Mel whispered in sleepy tones.

“Yessss.... masssster...” Giselle replied in her corner, slowly undoing the laces of her dirndl to reveal each inch of milky white flesh underneath. Kinkella watched enthusiastically as each strip of cloth fell from the peasant' girls innocent body.

“Now Mel... you're such a good apprentice... listen to your mistress now... join your milkmaid and me... we can't have you wear all those itchy, warm robes when we're all happy and naked...” the Lewdomancer cooed.

“Hot... itchy... join you... ” Mel said in his monotone, loosening his own robes and slipping away from his pants. Finally, his cock was freed from its confines, standing at attention in opposition to the two sleepy young people at Kinkella's command swaying in their trances.

“Good apprentice...” Kinkella grinned, her hunger obvious in her voice. She snapped her fingers again and a king sized bed materialized from the ether into the room, floating lazily in the air.

“Tell your milkmaid to join us on the bed, apprentice. Practice your lewdomancy well...” Kinkella smiled, letting go of Mel as she sashayed onto the bed.

Her apprentice could only nod in the haze of his trance, and within moments, the two young bodies joined their mistress...