Custom: I'm an adult comic books artist but I received an offer to start writing books for chil dren and tee nagers. Sure I can get much more money so I decided to stop drawing my best character: you, a sexy super villain who have the power to hyp notize and brainwash men while they are sexually aroused. But as I write the final story where you get arrested for good suddenly you seen to talk directly to me from the paper sheet as if you're alive and three-dimensional. You don't believe I could give up drawing you to write some silly new Harry Potter or a stupid Twilight pastiche. You know I had so much fun drawing your perfect body, the amazing legs, voluptuous breasts, magnificent ass, etc... You tease me with the memories of how much pleasure I had stroking to you after I finish writing each new adventure. How I secretly envy the poor ink guys that fall prey of your hyp notic powers. How I imagine myself letting you make my mind drift away so relaxed as you entice me with your body just like you do to all your victims. I feel very aroused and pretty much otized by you. Now I'm falling into a deep state of brainfucking and you make me stroke to you and listen to your voice as you do all the thinking for me. I nod my head on agreement of everything you say. I can't stop drawing you cause I cannot cum without your sweet voice to command me, ?isn't that right?? Of course it is. I'll not accept the publisher offer. I'll keep writing and drawing you and I will even teach other artists to draw you so there will be more and more stories for people to read and fall prey of your hyp notic powers. You make me get on my knees and count me down to cum all over the publisher job offer. Now you tell me to relax completely, fall asleep and dream about a new sexy adventure for my favorite super villain.
