I remember the first time I used the
wand on Kitty (formerly Catherine.) She heard the rumors, wrinkled
her nose, and still went to her knees. She was especially pissed to
find out the wand kept her from telling anyone outside of work about
what happens here. The perfect blend of tech and magic, it helped us
keep the workforce we wanted. She thought she was going to be our
design manager, instead she ended up behind a receptionist’s desk, or
under management’s

These days we don’t even need to use the
wand. We just show it and she undresses as best she can before
crawling eagerly under the desk. Kitty needs her milk, after all, and
I am more than happy to give it to her.

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