I live in a big house in a secluded part of a small town. Fa.thers tell their s.ons not to come near my house, but they never say exactly why. They are perceptive, and the young boys can hear the wistful tone in their fa.ther's voices. A group of boys (you and your friends) make a bet to see who will actually ring my doorbell. One brave boy (YOU) finally works up the nerve and, much to your dismay, I answer. To the further dismay of your friends, you follow me inside, and I shut the door behind. Once inside, I tell a lie about why your fa.thers don't want you here. I am a witch. Oh, you don't believe me? Well, follow me upstairs if you're really brave and find out for yourself. So you follow. Next thing, you wake up tied to my bed. You think I tricked you and that I'm not a witch. My house is white, I'm not old & warty, etc. Oh, but I am a witch. In fact, while you were out, I cast a spell on you and now I can read your mind. Surely, when you didn't return, your friends went away to regroup. No, they're not going to tell the adults. Youngins will always try to solve problems on their own first so they don't get in trouble. Anyway, your fath.er warned you not to come here, didn't he? Your fat.her would be very disappointed in you and maybe leave you here to teach you a lesson. I seduce you, I know all about what you find sexy (legs and pantyhose). Eventually, I reveal that when your fa.ther was his age, I seduced him just like this. I tied him, touched him, tormented him. Just like I did to all the fat.hers. And they're all ashamed, which is why none of them ever tell the boys exactly why I'm to be avoided. Their wives don't know. None of the women in the town know, but all the men do. They also know that if they spoil my perfect set-up, I will not make them cum with my irresistible pussy anymore. I promise to let you go, but only if you stop fighting. Just long enough for me to show you my magic trick... which is me making you cum very hard. So intense is the pleasure that you will return to me many times. So pleasurable is my touch and my allure, that when you return to your friends, you will tell them how nice I am. Their fa.thers were all wrong, just like adults always are. You will bring me more boys to touch. More penises to fondle. More beautiful boy semen to release. When you've reached a certain age, I will have sex with you too, and you will know the full extent of the spell your fa.ther is under, and when you have boys of your own, you will warn them just like your f.ather warned you, but as all the disobedient boys before you, your s.on will also know my touch.