The Devil's Plaything

We met at the bar. She was the hottest girl I had ever seen. I normally am not the type to go talk to random women but this time I just couldn't help myself. A few drinks later, she asked if I wanted to go chill at  her place. I'm no fool, I jumped on the opportunity. We got back to her house and she said she wanted to go slip into something more comfortable. I couldn't wait, but when she came out she was in some kind of weird black robe. She grabbed my hand and led me off into her bedroom. She turned on the light, and to my surprise, the whole room lit up red. I Didn't think too much into it though. I mean, here I was, in the room of this super attractive chick. What the fuck do I care about the color of her lights? But as I looked around more I started to notice that there was something not quite right in this room. There were a lot of satanic looking symbols all over the room and candles strewn all about. I looked back at the vixen that brought me here to see she was reading something out of a book. I tried to listen to what she was saying but it was in a different language that I'd never heard before. Next thing I know, she stops reading, puts the book down, gets back up off the bed and gives me a kiss. Next thing I know, my body starts to dwindle down to nothing. By the time I stopped shrinking I was about the same size as an action figure. She picked me up and set me on the bed at her feet. "Lick." She said. Hell no. There was no way I was going to... I don't know how or why, but next thing I knew I was walking to her foot and I started to lick. Whatever spell she had put on me had given her complete control over my free will. With a few words and a little kiss she had turned me into her shrunken slave for life! Whether I liked it or not, she was now my goddess and my only job was to please her, whether I wanted to or not. She saw sure to that!...