Voodou Barbie

Kayla’s gaze dropped to the massive bulge, and a smug smirk curved her full lips. “I didn’t summon you here for your dick,” she said coolly. “You can keep that shit. I have much better, trust me. I brought you here to serve me. You will cook for me, clean for me, wash my clothes. You live here with me now. Your entire paycheck belongs to me.”

“What the fuck?!” Eric’s voice cracked with disbelief and rising panic. “You basically want me to be a slave!”

“If you want to call it that,” Kayla replied with a chilling grin, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“I thought… I thought we were building something real,” he whispered, his chest tightening with the sting of betrayal. His heart, which had once raced for her with genuine affection, now fractured under the weight of her words.

Kayla threw her head back and laughed, rich and cruel. “Real? Oh, baby… this is as real as it gets.”

Eric stood frozen, confused and heartbroken, his dick still painfully hard, pre-cum soaking through his briefs like a leaky faucet. The wet warmth clung to his skin, humiliating him further. “What did you do to me?!” he shouted, staring down at the treacherous bulge.

“When I said I don’t need your dick,” Kayla explained calmly, “I didn’t mean I don’t need you to sexually please me in other ways. When I said you will serve, I meant in every single way possible. You aren’t a full zombie you’re still fully aware, still feeling everything. But you belong to me now, body and soul.”

From that moment, Eric’s new life as Kayla’s enchanted slave began.

Every morning he woke up before her, cooked a full Haitian breakfast, and served it to her in bed. While she ate, he cleaned the house on his hands and knees, scrubbed floors, washed her dirty panties by hand, and ironed her clothes. His body obeyed every command instantly, even as his mind screamed in silent agony. The spirits she had bound to him kept his dick eternally hard and leaking around her a constant, throbbing reminder of his ownership. He could only cum when she allowed it, and even then it was always weak and ruined.

He handed over his entire paycheck without resistance. He massaged her feet, oiled her thick body, and buried his face in her fat ass for hours whenever she snapped her fingers. At night he slept on the floor at the foot of her bed like a dog, his face often still sticky with her juices.