Loving a Witch I

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I wrote this story four years ago and posted it on a BBS I was a member of. You may archive this story, or repost it for provided do not realize profit by doing so, provided you do not change the story and provided that you do not claim credit for the story.

This story is intended for the entertainment of adults who enjoy stories involving sex, romance and a touch of the kinky. If you do not enjoy these stories, are underage or are in a jurisdiction where such things are not legal, please do not go any further.

This is a story about two people who fall in love. They do things that lovers do, except that one of them is a witch and a domina. The other one never knew what hit him.

Loving a Witch

by Tigger

Loving a Witch - Chapter 1

My wife is a real witch. Now, I know every man, at one time or another, calls his wife, significant other or girl friend a witch. Usually, it happens after he's had some kind of fight with her and is thoroughly pissed off at her. In my case, it is simply a matter of fact. My wife IS a witch. A card carrying, hocus-pocusing, spell binding, shape shifting, and oh-by-the-way, gorgeous witch. Normally (if anything about this relationship can be normal) I call her my Enchantress.

Melisande is a tall woman, almost six feet in her stocking feet. Her hair is silver blond, almost white. She prefers to wear it wild and free, falling to her back. Her eyes are catlike and hazel, although their color changes like a 1970's mood ring. When she's happy, excited or aroused, they are green like emeralds. When she's sad, they're a murky brown. They turn as black as a moonless night in the country when she is angry. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. I don't know what she sees in me, but I am not complaining.

Her personality is mercurial. She is prone to do things on impulse and the things she can do defy explanation. She is definitely used to getting her own way. Assertive does not even begin describe her; dominant begins to. If she wants something her way, she gets it. I mean, if crossing your lady means that you could spend the night in the doghouse, as the dog (woof woof, fur and all), well, you might just think twice about bucking her very often, too.

Now, don't get me wrong. She's not the wicked witch of the west. Our house is a favorite with the kids in the neighborhood and she is always good for a game or a home baked gingerbread cookie. (The gingerbread stereotype is her own private little joke.)

Life with her is a pretty unique experience. It's just that, sometimes, her idea of fun and my idea of fun don't match up very well. I first found out she was a witch when we were still 'just going out together'. We'd been seeing each other regularly for about five weeks, but as yet, I had not made any move to get into her bed. Mostly, that failing was the result of my continued surprise and disbelief that she wanted me. I'm about two inches shorter than her. I am not ugly, but I am not movie star material either. Socially, my engineering graduate school work load makes me something of a reclusive bookworm. She is a very successful and upwardly mobile associate for a large advertising concern in the same town.

The first time we met, she asked me out for our first date. Well, actually, she told me to go out with her. In her words, she had waited long enough. It was time to get this courtship going because she was supposed to marry me soon and why in hell had I waited so long. She did not seem very happy with me. I reacted as any normal, twenty three (almost twenty four) year old, heterosexual male would react when confronted with a furious valkyrie. I stammered something incoherent. Then, I escorted her to a local diner for coffee, and fell hopelessly in love.

After five weeks of what I can only call old fashioned courting, I was still in awe of Melie. I mean, I was waiting for her to dump me at anytime because women that gorgeous just do not get serious with guys like me. Stupidly, I went out with a woman I knew at school who had a reputation for fucking anything with two legs and male meat between them.

The evening was a disaster from the word go. The show was bad, the food was worse and when we adjourned to her place at the end of the night, well ..... Let's just say that I should have just left well enough alone and left. She worked on me for over an hour. Strip teases, hand jobs, cock sucking, tittie fucking, you name it and not even the slightest hardening response from my friend between my legs. She finally laughed me out of her apartment, yelling that it was no wonder I was on the loose if that's what happened with Melie. I dragged home feeling like a eunuch, not to mention guilty as hell for attempting to be unfaithful.

I was miserable. I decided I'd go right over, confess to Melie, and then beg her forgiveness. I was sure our relationship was over. She had her reason to end it and I did not want to extend the suffering. Since it was Friday, I went straight to her place.

When she let me in, I opened my mouth to start speaking and I never got a word out as her open hand slapped it shut again. "You dog." she screamed. "You sneaky little dog. Couldn't get it up, could you? Well you won't, not ever again unless I say you can, doggie." Suddenly, it seemed as if Melie was growing, fast. The world started spinning and I tried to catch myself with my hands, only they weren't hands. They were furry little paws. Cloth fell over the top of me and the world seemed to go black. Giant hands reached in and pulled me out of the confining mass and up into the air. Melie lifted me to her magnificent breasts. She was huge. She carried me over to a door mirror and made me look into it. What I saw made my heart stop. There was Melie, holding a Pekinese dog, that is, holding a Pekinese dog where I thought I was. I tried to speak and heard my words come out as "Arf, woof woof, bark."

This was serious stuff. I was terrified, in shock. This had to be a dream, a very bad dream, and I kept trying to wake up. She carried me over to the couch and settled me down on a hassock. "Sit." she commanded. Of it's own volition, my doggie bottom went down and I looked up at her sitting over on the couch. "You belong to me, Jeremy, literally and completely. I will not tolerate this type of behavior." she told me earnestly. "We will make love when I decide the time is right and you have earned the privilege. I am the only woman you will ever make love to again. Now, you have to pay for this transgression so it won't ever happen again. I suppose you screwed up because you're horny. Males are like that," she sighed disgustedly, "But you were doing so well. Oh well, maybe we'll find you a nice french poodle in heat this weekend, would you like that, boy?" I barked what I hoped was a very negative bark. Whatever she had done to me, I wasn't ready for that.

She demonstrated her control over me by putting me through a complex set of dog tricks and obedience commands. My terror subsided as I obeyed her commands. I guessed that obedience to her commands was part of whatever it was she had done to me. I spent the weekend as 'Jay-jay' - beloved pet. I slept on the rug in her bedroom, ate dog food, begged for table scraps, played fetch and did my sanitary business outdoors on a leash. It was Saturday evening when she explained what was going on. "It's really quite simple. I am a witch. I saw you in a dream and you are going to be my mate. But, I was lonely. I am tired of being so alone. It is hard being different and having no one to share with, so I've decided it is time to take you in hand. You are mine. Damn it, Jeremy, we would have made love this week, but you had to muck it up. Just so you understand, you are under an enchantment that makes you look like a dog. It also gives you the instincts and the reactions of a dog. You would go for that sexy poodle if we found one. You would not be able to resist her. One sniff and instant doggie hard-on. Just to make things easier for me, you are also an obedience trained dog, but you still can reason and think like yourself, so you'll remember this lesson. I'm not sure that I will release the obedience part of the spell. Might be handy." She gave me a mischievous smile. "I will tell you, though, that part of the enchantment protects you from anything bad while you are under the spell. So if you got away from me, chasing that poodle, and ran into a Doberman with a bad attitude, the magic would protect you from being hurt.

"Now, you go lay down and be a good doggie while I get some work done." The enchantment held. I went over to my dog blanket, circled three times and flopped down, laying my tail over my nose.

The enchantment part of the punishment ended Sunday night, but not without Melie adding one final little jab to bring her point home. I was out on leash. Melie walked me down the darkened street from her house toward the green area she had me use for nature's call. I had just found a suitable tree and lifted my leg to pee. The world spun and I looked down to see my hands on the ground, but I was still peeing on the tree with my left leg raised. Unfortunately, a human is not piped like a Pekinese and the urine was running down my other leg. I cut off the flow and turned to see Melie smirking at me. "Bye Jeremy. See you home." And, poof, she was gone. She just vanished in front of my disbelieving eyes.

Did I mention that, that except for my chain collar (which thankfully had enough slack not to choke me, although not quite enough for me to get it off over my head) and leash, I was naked on the sidewalk of a quiet, relatively conservative residential suburb? I thanked the gods for all the hedges and bushes along the two block-long trek back to her house. I just barely ducked behind a tree as the local police patrol drove by. I hid in large bush as a group of teenage girls walked down the street. The leash snagged on a stray branch as I made my last dash to Melie's and almost garrotted me.

Finally, and with no small amount of trepidation, I reached Melie's house. Whatever spell or suggestion had prevented me from being frightened of her left with my fur and tail. Still, my clothes were in there, as I hoped were my money and my keys. Basically, everything I needed to get the hell out of there was somewhere in that house.

The door swung open as I approached it. I crept in, scanning for my clothes. The door slammed shut behind me. I spun around in time to see the door locking itself. "We're not quite done with your lesson, yet, Jeremy." I heard from behind me. I turned around to see a Melisande I had never met before. She was dressed all in black. She was wearing black leather jacket that was only buttoned at the waist, leaving her beautiful breasts bared. She wore a long skirt, also made of leather, that was slit on the sides from ankle to hip. The slits revealed the thigh high, laced leather boots that went all the way up her long legs. The high heeled boots gave her almost an eight inch height advantage over me. I felt physically dwarfed in her presence. In one hand she had a mass of leather straps and in the other hand was a long whip-like thing I later found out was a dog whip. Her eyes transfixed me, pinning me where I stood. "Now don't move." she whispered to me. To this day, I don't know if it was magic or just her, but I did not move. She took one of the leather things and buckled it around my neck. I felt the chain collar disappear from my neck as she tightened the new leather one on me. The remaining mass of leather and metal she fitted around my rapidly hardening cock. The device buckled around, separated and stretched apart my balls, while the rest of the straps constricted the throat of my penis. The effect was a combination of discomfort and steadily increasing pressure as blood flowed into my dick, but none could get out.

"I could keep you from cumming by magic." she purred in my ear, "But this is so much more fun and satisfying for me. Put your hands behind your neck, Jeremy." Her voice was so soft, so sexy. I complied and immediately felt the bite and heard the click as metal bands locked around my wrists. Handcuffs. I tried to pull my hands back over my head, back to in front of me, but could not. Melie had chained the cuffs to the back of the collar. Her hands came around me and began caressing my chest and stomach. Her teeth nipped at my ears and neck as she reached down to fondle and tease my restrained cock. I was so hard it hurt, and I just kept getting harder. Her hands left me. Her hair fell across my shoulder as she put her lips to my ear. "You were such a bad boy, Jeremy, going to that woman. I have an enchantment on you so I will always know. I can't let you get away with that." And she was gone. A blindfold came into my field of vision from behind me and then everything went black.

It was like all my senses went away. I could not see anything. I could hear nothing but my own breathing and my own heartbeat. I could feel nothing but my own sweat trickling down my back to the crack of my ass. It seemed like I stood there forever, afraid to move because I might trip and fall, and waiting for whatever came next.

A loud whistling sound behind my back preceded a loud cracking sound. A line of pure flaming pain blazed across both cheeks of my ass. I opened my mouth to scream only to have the sound choke in my throat with the second slashing blow. I fell to my knees with the fourth strike and to my stomach with the seventh. I rolled onto my back after the eleventh cut, only to take nine more on my stomach and chest. The shag rug played hell with the tortured nerve endings of my butt.

The blows stopped with the twentieth. I felt her booted heels settle themselves on the floor, on either side of my head, her ankles just brushing against my ears. The next thing I knew, my nose and mouth were under her weight as she settled herself onto my mouth. "Lick me, Jeremy, eat me. Beg my forgiveness with your tongue and lips, but no words. Come now, do a really good job and I might let you orgasm." Suddenly, I was ravenous for her. The excitement that had left with the whipping was back with a vengeance. I lacked experience, having not sucked off many women, but I was enthusiastic. I tried to devour her. I felt her asscheeks tighten and squeeze together on my chin as the spasms hit her. I think she came twice more before she got up.

Unseen hands dug into my hair, dragging me to my feet. She pulled me along before settling me painfully onto some sort of seat. I felt her walk in front of me and heard the sound of upholstery being compressed as she sat. The blindfold came off. I was still bound and I was back on that damned hassock. I was shifting about, trying to relieve the distress the pile of the velvet was causing my bottom. Melie was still in her leathers, sitting back on the couch with her legs crossed, watching me squirm.

She gave me strangely disappointed grimace. "I want there to be no more misunderstandings, Jeremy. You and I will be getting married. You belong to me. You love me." I looked at her, stunned. I did love her. I loved a witch who could turn me into a dog. I loved a woman who could tie me up and beat me. What was the matter with me? She continued to speak. "I love you and I will take care of you. We'll have a good life. I will dominate you from time to time in our sex play because, deep down, you want and need that from the woman you love. Besides, I enjoy doing it to you. You just haven't admitted to yourself that you enjoy it, too. That's okay, one nice thing about being a witch is that I simply know these things about you and I will take care of you that way. But you will not betray me like that again. Do you understand?" What could I say other than 'yes'? "Do you have any questions?"

I looked at her, half in love, half in terror. The terror won. "How can I love you? Is it part of your spells? Pick on a poor human male and make a fool out of him?"

She recoiled as if I had struck her. Maybe I had. She stood up and walked to the kitchen where she got a drink of water. She came back and I could see the water glass shake from the force of her emotions. "That was an awful thing to say, but I can see how you might believe that. You have been through a lot in a short time. To answer your questions, I am human, too. The same as you are, just different like all people are different. Secondly, you are not under a magic compulsion to love me. I can't do that and be true to the teachings of the White Witch. Love is inviolate. I can bend your will, control you and your thoughts, although that is not in keeping with the teachings either. I cannot change what you feel in your heart. You feel what you feel. I can only reiterate that we are destined to be together, to love each other and to be happy together." Her voice took on an almost pleading tone. "It will be good, Jeremy. Just think of the things we could do together. Why, there's almost no fantasy you can't realize with me. I'll make your life interesting, different and wonderful."

She could see that I remained unconvinced. She looked hurt. "Well, it will all work itself out eventually." She said with a shake of her head. "Your punishment ends tomorrow morning. You can go home then. For tonight, you will sleep on your dog rug at the foot of my bed. That's where you will always sleep when I put you in that dog collar. Now, I said I might let you come if you did a very good job of eating me out. You did not do too badly, so ...., you can sleep with that cockring and ball stretcher on, and stay hard all night long." Her hand slipped behind her back. I could have sworn that there was flash of white light behind her. "Or, you can have a cum." and she pulled a tiny white French Poodle from behind her back. I declined the opportunity to have an orgasm.

She had hidden the keys to my handcuffs and to the cock restraint along with my clothes, so I couldn't leave anyway. I was pretty sure that she would add to my punishment if I did not do as she said and I simply could not face anymore. The doggie blanket was not nearly so warm or comfortable as it had been with a fur coat. It was one of the longest nights of my life. Finally, shortly before dawn, I fell into a shivering and troubled sleep.

She woke me bright and early. After unlocking my restraints, she got down on her knees in front of me and gave the best blow job of my entire life. It felt like she was sucking my very life essence out of me and when I came, it seemed to last forever. She stood up and kissed me, the sperm still thick in her mouth as her tongue probed my mouth, sharing the semen with me.

She treated me to breakfast, teasing me that I would find that meal far more appetizing than the others she had served me over the weekend. Throughout breakfast, she kept chattering away happily, trying to distract me. I picked at breakfast, not tasting the meal. When it was done, I helped her clean the dishes and started to think about leaving. It was then I realized that I was still nude.

Melie grinned when she saw the the blush suffuse my face. "I wondered when you'd notice." She walked over to me and kissed me full on the mouth. Her lips felt so wonderful. I again wondered if that incredible sex appeal was magically enhanced or if it was just her. She broke the kiss and I was amazed to see I was dressed as I had been that Friday night a lifetime ago. She reached down from her normal two inch hieght advantage to kiss me again, more deeply this time. When my eyes opened this time, I was in my apartment, near the college.

Loving a Witch - Chapter 2

I was back in my apartment after the most incredible, most frightening experience of my life. Magically teleported there, no less, by my girlfriend. A girlfriend who just happens to be a witch and a whip wielding dominatrix. A girlfriend who was absolutely positive that the two of us would marry and marry soon. A girlfriend who had changed me into a dog, had left me alone outdoors, blocks from her house, nude, to face humiliation or worse and then had beaten me with a dog whip. My world was completely in turmoil.

I decided I needed to do something normal to get my head back together. I started cleaning myself up to go to school and work on my thesis research project. But as I looked in the mirror to shave for the day, "You belong to me" and "You are in love with me" kept ringing in my head over and over again. "So what are you going to do about it smart ass?"

I decided I would try to stay away from Melisande. I loved her, but she terrified me. You can't build a life with someone who scares the living hell out of you. For god's sake, I'd spent the weekend as a dog, literally. Then, after she had broken the spell, she had hand cuffed me and treated me like a dog in a weird S&M sex scene. And she had the balls to say she did it because she loved me, because I loved her and because I secretly craved domination? And I was going to marry her? Hah! I would just not go back to her.

That particular resolution lasted less than thirty six hours. By Tuesday afternoon, I was miserable. I needed to hear her voice; I needed to see her. I was still angry, still frightened, but before I could talk myself out of it, I was calling her up on the phone. "Hello, Jeremy." I did not ask how she knew it was me. "How are you feeling?"

I was too tired, too emotionally wrung out to lie. "Afraid, abused, lonely, scared shitless, terrified, hurt and bewildered are good starting points." I said wearily.

A deep sigh of some undefined emotion answered me. "You don't have to be frightened, Jeremy. None of my spells can really harm you. Think of them as adventures, or as children's pretend games, whatever. No matter how long I keep you under an enchantment, you can be sure that you will always come back. I'm sorry if I frightened you, but you made me very angry and you had to find out about me before the wedding. That's only fair to you."

I almost choked on the word 'fair'. I responded angrily, "So you say. Suppose something happened to you while I was a dog. Suppose you die. Do I end up chasing FiFi for the rest of my days? And thanks for nothing about making sure I knew before the wedding. I guess I have no choice about that either. It's either you or FiFi." The phone went dead in my ear. I looked at it blankly.

"We really need to talk, Jeremy." Her soft voice came from behind me. I spun to face her, rage filling me at this magical violation of my privacy. Then the hopelessness of it hit me and I sank back into my chair. What was the use? I couldn't hurt her. Even if I wanted to, which I emphatically did not, I'd probably never get close enough to her. Besides, she was right, I loved her. Bleakly, I looked up at her and gestured her to the other chair. "Speak your piece." I said in a dead voice. "There's nothing I can do to stop you."

She sat down and looked at me. "You do a pretty good job of stopping me when you look at me like that." Her voice was pleading. "Jeremy, please listen to me. I'll say it again. My spells cannot do you any permanent harm. They are, at most, temporary when applied to living beings. Oh, I can do some things permanently, like healing. I am a white witch. My magic can do no harm. If I change you, transform you, in most cases, I have to be awake to make it stick. You slept as yourself over the weekend because I put you to sleep so that I could sleep. The spell broke each time I fell asleep. In special cases where I have your consent, I can make the changes last while I am asleep. In those cases, the spell breaks when you no longer consent to the transformation. The same thing would happen to any transformation spells if I died.

"And as to the wedding, you're right, I do consider our marraige a done deal, but not because I will coerce you into it. We'll eventually be married because both of us, freely and of our own wills, will want to be married. I promise. No coercion on that. It won't be necessary.

"And I'm sorry about your reaction to the dog trick and the way I punished you. I obviously thought that you could handle this whole thing a little better or I would not have gone quite so far." My shock at this must have shown on my face. She smiled sadly and shook her head at my amazement. "I tend to forget how disconcerting real magic can be to non-witches. I sort of thought that once you figured out that you could still think like a human and that it was only a short term thing, you might relax and enjoy the game. That's why I continued throughout the weekend after I cooled off."

I stared at my feet. She was so certain. She seemed so sincere and sorry for going so far. I supposed she could 'see' the future. I hoped she was right about the coercion. "I still have a problem with the whips and chains. I have bruises on my chest and I can't sit without pain because of the beating you inflicted on me. It hurts to wear clothes and the whipping was two days ago. I can't see facing that the rest of my life. No matter what you say on the matter, I can't want that." I was being truthful about the pain and the bruises, anyway.

Her smile was slightly condescending in my view as she answered. "Well, you may not want to want that kind of sex game, but your dick said differently. You were so turned on, you couldn't see straight. Maybe I went too far with the doggie whip. It seemed appropriate at the time, but I will admit that it may have been a little too extreme without earlier training to help you handle it." I could see her mind working the problem. Her entire face lit up into a smile. "Tell you what. You say you don't want it. Okay, no more dominance games until you ask for them. I believe you'll be asking for them very soon, but I promise on my honor. You don't want it, you don't ask for it, I won't do it."

"No sneaky suggestions or magical influences to help me ask?"

"None what so ever. I will not do anything dominant until you ask for it freely and of your own will. Can't be more fair than that, right?"

There was a catch, I just did not see it. But I was so completely unhappy without her, I finally agreed.

We started going together seriously again. Melie started taking me to her bed on a regular basis, but this only involved oral sex, mostly with her as the recipient and instructress. Melie knew what she wanted in a lover and was determined to teach me to provide it. We did not make love in the classic sense. Strangely, I did not mind. Sleeping with Melie, learning to give her multiple orgasms with my hands and tongue, just holding her all through the night; those gifts were sufficient, at least for now. I almost forgot about her little something extra as I fell deeper and more irrevocably in love with the woman.

About two weeks after the doggie weekend, we had planned a long weekend in the mountains. However, Melie got called into work at the last minute on Friday. I complained about not getting to spend the day with her while she was dressing for work. I knew that I couldn't go with her to her office. Her business reputation would be damaged. She looked up from her dressing, considering my complaint, and then looked down at the panties in her hands. An evil little grin lit up her face and my blood ran icy hot in my veins.

The same dizziness I felt the night I was transformed into a dog hit me. From my perch on the bed, I watched Melie grow huge before my very eyes, even bigger than the other time. I realized, this time, that I was shrinking again. What would I be this time. What was she going to do? With no small amount of trepidation, I looked down at my hands. My hands were still hands. I looked up as a shadow loomed over my head. A huge, manicured, red nailed hand was reaching down toward me. Melie's index finger was easily taller than my whole body by the size of my head. I must have been less than three inches tall, a veritable Tom Thumb. Of course, as before, as I shrank, my clothes did not. Melie picked my diminutive, naked body up gently between her index finger and thumb. My body went rigid in her fingers. I could not move a muscle. I fought down the terror I was feeling at the relative size of her and how high I seemed to be. Remember, I thought frantically, she promised you would not be hurt.

Her other hand lowered her panties back down below her pubic area. She carefully separated her labia with her free hand and then settled me into the groove she had formed with her inner pussy lips. Once she let go of her labia, they came back together to enfold me from neck down in a musky cocoon. Only my head peaked out near the top of her puss. A gentle stroke up her pussy ending with a caress on my little head with her index finger, then her hands left my field of vision. The paralysis left me with her hands. The panties were smoothed over her hips again. My labial sleeping bag was made even more snug by the tight, stretchy lingerie, and became tighter still when she slipped on her pantyhose. I was no longer paralyzed, but I still couldn't move. My lover's pussy had me in a firm grip that I could not get out of just yet. The humor of the situation hit me as I relaxed, coming down off the initial fear high. Talk about getting into her pants!

"Remember." Her voice seemed to rumble every where. I was hearing it through her body as much or more as from the air, "You can't be harmed while under the spell, so although you may be a little uncomfortable with the, ah, shall we say, moist heat and fragrant surroundings, you won't be crushed and you cannot suffocate." Encouraging thought.

A pussy's eye view of the pussy's owner getting dressed is one hell of a ride. Up and down as she reached down for her shoes and slipped on the three inch power shoes. Twists and turns as a skirt is pulled on and the side zip is pulled up. I cannot begin to describe the effects of the contortions as she slipped on and fastened her bra. Her running commentary throughout the dressing process let me associate what she was doing with my memories of her putting on that particular article of clothing.

Something about women in high heels that I have always appreciated, is the cute little wiggle that stepping out in heels imparts to a their lower anatomies. Trust me, laying in a woman's pussy as she walks in those shoes and the lips slide back and forth from the motion caused by the high heels is an indescribable sensation.

We arrived at her office and she sat down at her desk. This relieved, somewhat, the tightness and lack of movement imposed on me by the panties and the hosiery. I think she was acutely aware that something was not normal 'down there'. When she sat, she spread her legs slightly. This relaxed the hold of her pussy lips enough, that, combined with her increasingly heavy flow of pussy juice to lubricate me, permitted me to slip free of my fleshy bondage. I started climbing up her pussy, using her pubic hair for hand and foot holds. Finally, I reached my destination, her clit. Two could play games, I thought. This could be fun.

I fashioned a safety line out of a couple of longish hairs so that if I slipped, I would not have to get back up here the hard way. She jumped in a very satisfactory manner when I plucked my chosen hairs from her Venus mound. Her clitoris was full and red. Two weeks of dedicated pussy licking had taught me the signs of her extreme arousal and told me that she was very close to orgasm. A love tap on the tip of her clit caused earthquake like tremors to vibrate through her body. I decided to bide my time. I heard the muffled sound of a door opening and male voices. Melie greeted them and invited them to sit. Aha! Morning staff meeting.

I reached up, and grabbed hold of the two bits of skin immediately below the hood of her clit that connected it to the rest of her pussy and I started to swing on them like a trapeze. In her highly sensitized state, she shivered and inhaled sharply. Someone noticed and asked if she was all right. She gave him a short reassurance. I let go. I didn't want to make her climax in the full view of her coworkers. I did, however, give her clit a little punch from time to time during the meeting, just to remind her I was there. I hope her secretary took good notes of that meeting. Melie had too much on her mind .... and on her clit.

When the meeting broke up, I climbed on top of the clitoral hood and started running in place, as hard and as fast as I could go. She nearly came out of her chair. I think she would have except her orgasm hit her and she collapsed back into the chair, thrashing her frenzy, her breaths coming in shuddering gasps. It occurred to me that if she passed out, I might revert to normal and tear her clothes to shreds. Oh well, you casts your spells and you takes your chances. She could probably repair any tears in her clothes magically, anyway.

Melie recovered slowly. I could hear and feel her breathing and pulse rate return to normal. She chuckled and rose to her feet and started walking somewhere. I couldn't see where. A woman's voice spoke to her, but was too muffled by Melie's clothes for me to hear what she said. Melie answered that she had to go to the lady's room. We must have been moving out of earshot because she spoke to me. "Having a little too much fun down there, little man. I won't get any work done today if I let you keep this up."

That was not what I wanted to hear. Now that I had seen the potential of this size and position, I was having too much fun. I climbed down my pussy hair ladder to the mouth of her puss. Remembering her promise that I could not suffocate, I still took a deep breath before I dove into the center of her womanhood. The action had an immediate reaction as Melie went momentarily up on her toes and inhaled sharply from the sudden intrusion into her most private place. I found that, as promised, I could breathe. I made my way deeper inside. I found there was a thin membrane covering most of the passage. My Melie was a virgin. How could she know so much about sex, particularly of the kinky variety? Amazing. I slipped through the small hole and went in further. I started climbing the walls with a destination clearly in mind. Melie evidently reached her destination the same time I reached mine. She stopped walking as I looked at the bundle of nerves that my undergrad anatomy class told me was her "G-spot".

I wrapped my arms and legs around the little nubbin and started rubbing and squeezing as much as my tiny muscles could. I got bounced as Melie evidently sat down hard on something. "Jer-a-a-a-a-meee-eee-eee." she called out and then again spiraled into orgasm. This was fun. Jeremy, the human sex aid.

I was a little tired. This was hard work for my reduced size muscles. I settled comfortably in her vaginal passage to rest while Melie again calmed down.

"Okay, Jeremy, you've had your fun. Come out of there, NOW!" There must have been some magic at work because I crawled out without any resistance. Her hose and panties were off and I saw that we were inside a toilet stall. She had evidently dropped onto the toilet as I had started in on her G-Spot. She plucked me from her cunt the second my head popped out. I was again paralyzed. After she repaired her appearance, she carried me back to her office. When she set me down on her desk, I saw that I had shrunk again. I was only about an inch tall now. The next thing I knew, I was hanging from her right earring, tied to the little dangling chain. My arms and legs were both restrained with tiny golden wires so I was stretched out, hanging down the side of her face. Every time she swung her head, I'd go for a really wild ride. "Phew, Jeremy, you stink."

"You try taking a bath in pussy juice and see how you smell." My voice was so small, that even yelling, Melie was the only one who could hear me.

I spent the rest of the day like that. Whenever someone came in the office, she'd let her hair fall over her right ear, obscuring me from their sight. When we were alone, however, she delighted in playing with her right earring with her fingers throughout the day. That meant she was playing with me. I had a hard-on all day, although something measuring about one ninth of an inch scarcely merits the name.

By the end of the day, I was so horny that I probably would have considered FiFi. The spell broke as she walked into her bedroom. I found myself, back to full size, again perched on the edge of her bed and free of the bindings. I jumped her and brought her to the bed. I tore her hose and panties from her and dove, face first into her pussy. She was pulling me around, just as urgently until we were locked into a classic '69'. We both came almost instantly, but kept right on going. I don't think I even softened.

Afterwards, we relaxed in each other's arms. "You are going to have to take a shower before you sleep in my bed." my lover said in a teasing tone.

"Well, you'll have to wash me then. You got it on me, you can get it off."

"Sounds like fun. You did very well, today, Jeremy. I am very proud of you. That was a significant test of trust and faith and you proved you have both in me. Thank you."

"It was kinda terrifying at first, shrinking like that, but I kept reminding myself of your promises and trying to calm down. Once I did, I found ways to enjoy myself."

She giggled. "I'll say. When you stopped playing with my clit during that staff meeting, I almost laughed with relief. That was not the action of someone with a grudge. You did not need to stop. There wasn't much I could have done to stop you if you wanted to make a fool of me. You could have brought me to climax and ruined my standing with the company. And when you crawled inside me, I almost came off the floor." She gave me a happy kiss. "But why didn't you make love to me, just now? Why oral? I was ready. Boy, was I ready."

"You forget where I've been today. You are a true virgin. It would not be right to take something you've preserved until I know that we will be married."

She gave a cross look. "Now, look. I am a virgin in only the most technical sense of the word. How do you think I learned all the kinky little things I've taught you in bed the past couple of weeks? I like sex. I just did not want that to much intimacy with anyone but the man I would spend my life with. That's you, so let's not be too noble, okay?"

"I will make love to you the day, the minute, that I am as sure as you about our marriage. Until then, this is really nice. For a sneaky witch lady, you are very cuddly." I stopped to form carefully my next thoughts. "Melie, I am going to have to admit that you are at least part right. I enjoyed the games today, at least in part because of the restriction and bondage parts. I think it made the loving tonight more intense and more wonderful. I still don't know about the other part, the whipping and the pain? That hurt, it hurt for several days afterwards. That was not sexy."

"It was a punishment, Jeremy." She looked into my eyes very solemnly. "Maybe I did not have the right to go that far, but I was hurt and dealing with a lot of anger. Not only that, you had to know how I felt. I probably should not have done it, but, having done it, I feel better about you, me and our future together. I mean, you did come back to me, that must say something about us."

"At least that you are better in bed without fucking than any other woman that I have fucked." I said that in a very affected, very arrogant tone. Melie punched me in the arm playfully. "Seriously, it says that I am falling in love with you and I would probably forgive you almost anything." A thought hit me. "Tell me, does the right to punishment go both ways?"

She considered it carefully. "I had not thought of that. It did not seem to be part of your makeup, to want to punish me, so I have not considered it. It would seem rather unfair, wouldn't it? If you can't punish me, I can't punish you, I guess. And since I have the means to stop you, I will have to be restrained by my word. I will have to decide if I'm willing to be punished by you in return for the right to punish you." She became pensive and quiet in my arms.

I remembered her promise to me about the dominance. "Melie, I did enjoy today. I think I would like to learn about the dominant in you and, I guess, about the submissive you say is part of me. But, I don't want to face pain like the other time. I would like to learn about the rest of it so, can we go slowly? Can you explain it to me so I won't fear you when we do it?"

Melie considered my question. "There is fear and there is fear, Jeremy. Good dominance requires a certain degree of anticipation, anxiety, nerves; I think those are commonly considered fear related emotions. But I don't think that's what you are concerned about, is it?" She looked at me gravely. I forced my gaze to remain steady under her scrutiny. "You are talking about the fear of abrogation of trust, the fear of safety and health. Those are real fear issues and you can't enjoy S&M based sex with issues like that bothering you."

She broke into a relieved grin and slugged me on the arm. "Of course I'll help you, you clunk. I enjoy those games. I don't want you to think that their goal is pain and not be able to let go and have fun with me. I admit there are some scenes in which the goal is to triumph over pain, to find pleasure in spite of pain. That may not be our scene, but we'll find out what is. We will go slowly, as we should have from the start. I promise that the worst that will happen, at least initially, is some bondage and a light spanking, maybe some dirty talk verbal games. Fair enough?" I nodded. "Okay, there's no time like the present to start. I want you here, in my bedroom at two o'clock Saturday afternoon. I want you stripped, and on your knees facing the door. You will have your nose just touching the floor. No other part of your face will be on the floor. You will keep your eyes on the floor in front of you until I tell you to look elsewhere. Your hands are to be crossed behind your back as far as you can reach. You will always ask permission to speak and you will call me, Beloved Miss Melisande. The scene will end when I call you 'Darling Jeremy' or when you use your safety word to tell me that the scene is going too far for you. Your safety word is 'FiFi'. Do you understand these instructions?"

"I understand, Beloved Miss Melisande. May I make a request?" She said that I could ask. "Could I call you Enchantress? It will be a little easier and it is how I am starting to think of you in your more assertive and commanding modes."

She laughed aloud and hugged me tightly. "I love it. Yes, I am your Enchantress. Oh, I knew you were brave enough to face this. I am so proud of you. It will be great, I promise, and it will only get better. I will make sure of it."

Loving a Witch - Chapter 3

Alone. I was alone with only my thoughts as company in her bedroom. I am normally distinctly ill at ease alone in such a blatently frilly and feminine setting. Only the confusion and turmoil of my decision to play this game out inured me to such discomfort. I was already nude. Perched on her bed, I watched the inexorable movement of her bedside clock towards two o'clock. Melisande had left the house on some errand immediately after lunch. My suspicion was that she wanted to give me this time to collect myself and to prepare myself for the upcoming trial. I was equally certain that she intended for me to be alone with my growing anxiety and thoughts, too.

She said that it would be fun, not painful. How does the promise go - to love and to trust? A lasting relationship requires both. I loved her, ergo, I must trust her. That trust had not seemed so difficult to find last night, warm in her bed after our lovemaking.

The answer to the trust question was not so simple now, a mere twenty minutes before I was to give my safety and my pride over to her for her tests. One option was that I could simply say 'FiFi' when she walked into the room. She promised to stop when I said that word. That way the entire thing would end before it even started. All I stood to lose was my self esteem, and maybe, Melie's respect.

Ten minutes until two o'clock. My mind and stomach were whirling about madly. "What are you going to do, Jeremy? Are you going to trust this woman, and keep your word? Or are you going to wimp out because you're afraid to face something that has always turned you on, big time, in your darkest fantasies." Oh, yes, Melie called that one right on the nose. A beautiful, demanding Mistress has always lurked about in my little secret garden. So, what was getting in the way of fulfilling my dark, forbidding dream?

The reality of the whipping had been a painful surprise and it still loomed large in my memory. Nothing in my experience prepared me for that fiery, cutting pain. The question that I was grappling with was: If I had been better prepared for the experience (trained?), or if the whipping had not been so severe for a first session, would I still hesitate now?

The clock read three minutes until the appointed hour. Swallowing hard to fight back a hint of nausea, I forced myself to get to my feet and walk over to the spot in front of the bedroom door where I would await the Enchantress. Feeling like a child diving into a swimming pool, who knows the water will be cold, but who also knows that going in slowly would be worse, I dropped to me knees four feet in front of the door. With one last deep breath, I bent over to touch my nose to the floor, crossed my arms up behind my back and settled myself to wait.

The position was deceptively difficult. I found that holding my upper torso in that position put strains on muscles that I did not expect to be strained. My lower back, in particular, bore the brunt of the off balanced load caused by my arm position. The clock in the foyer tolled two o'clock. I was committed. I started to feet better. Having made that commitment to honor my promise to Melie relieved some of the turmoil. B-52 sized butterflies buzzed about in my stomach, but the nausea had passed. Some indeterminable amount of time passed. I did not hear the foyer clock toll again, but Enchantress could have turned off the chimes or stopped the pendulum. A door opened and shut in the back of the house. It was the door to the garage. I knew that Melie could just teleport herself wherever she wanted to go, but the sounds of her movement about the house built up the tension level. It was like hearing the steps of the killer in a Hitchcock movie. When would she get here?

The house was carpeted. No footfalls did betrayed her progress to the bedroom. >>Click<< The door latch turned and the door swung open. I fought to keep my eyes on the floor. I desperately wanted to see her, to see what she had brought, to try and discern what devilish little torments she had planned for me. My victory over the reflex to look, to see her, surprised me.

My first sensation was one of scent. It was her perfume, but she was wearing much more of it than usual. Something bumped my forehead and something else touched my nose. The scent of fine leather mixed with the heavy, flowery smell of perfume. My eyes were shut. Laughter threatened to bubble up at that realization. I stifled it quickly. Enchantress would not understand. Opening my eyes, I saw that it was Enchantress' booted instep that bumped my forehead when she had slid her left toe beneath my head.

"Hello, Jeremy, so you decided you would play? Excellent. I thought you might chicken out. You still might. Do you remember your safety word, little man? Tell me your safety word, Jeremy." Her voice never rose above a breathy, musical, half whisper.

"Enchantress, my safety word is FiFi." I responded. I wanted to ensure there was no way she could interpret my words to think I might be invoking the protection of the word. I was there to fulfill a fantasy and I was not going to 'chicken out'. What ever I had to say about this session would be said after SHE ended it.

Her hand stroked my head, petting me, easing back my hair. "Very good, Jeremy. I am pleased you remembered it." Her sardonic tone implied I could never forget it. She was correct. "The next time you say that word, the game ends and I win, Jeremy. I will win, because you cannot handle what I have planned for you. I do so like to win."

Silence ensued as I stayed on my knees at her feet Her boot remained pressed against my forehead, her toe against the bridge of my nose. "Jeremy, since this is your first training session, I will explain the rules as we go along. Rule number one is that I never repeat a rule or an order without exacting a penalty. Rule number two, is that you will always greet the Enchantress by kissing my left toes. The kiss will be soft and loving, like a greeting to an old friend. You may now greet your old friend, Jeremy." I thought about how I wanted to kiss her the night before, after the loving, and used that as the model for my kiss of her booted toes.

"Good boy, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" She sounded like a trainer trying to gentle a skittish animal. Maybe, that is what I was. "Well, it is the easiest thing you will face today." Her foot disappeared from my limited view. Her hands started stroking and squeezing my arms, legs and torso. She made comments about my configuration and muscle tone. I felt like a horse being viewed before an auction. "Not bad, Jeremy, but not quite good enough. You are not meeting your physical potential. I think we will send you to aerobics and weight training. I don't think you get out of your lab enough." Her hands moved to my buttocks. "Spread your knees wider, Jeremy. No, more than that." I spread my knees as much as I could. The reason for this became immediately obvious as something slippery probed my asshole. I inhaled sharply as the it slipped into my virgin butt. Involuntarily, my head came up off the floor as my back arched in an effort to escape the intrusion. Her voice immediately answered my motion. "Jeremy, you were told to keep that nose on the floor. That's a penalty." What was a penalty? What did that entail?

Enchantress hummed softly to herself as the thing in my butt gently slipped in and out, in a slow, even, fucking rhythm. "You are very tight, Jeremy." Her voice sounded very disappointed. "If I'm going to have any fun with this little toy hole of yours at all, we'll have to work on stretching it out. It's all I can do to get just one of my fingers in there. You really are making this very difficult for me." I felt strangely embarrassed at being such a difficult subject.

"Oh, now what have we here?" Her hand closed gently on my now raging hardon. "Did Jeremy like having his little ass finger fucked by Enchantress?" I did not know if an answer was required. Her hand tightened on my cock, squeezing to just the point of pain. "Answer me, Jeremy. Rule number three is that you always answer a direct question."

"Yes, Enchantress."

"Oh no, Jeremy, that is an unacceptable answer." Her grip became momentarily painful, then relaxed again. "You must always tell me a complete answer. Now, TRY again." Her voice became momentarily hard.

"Yes, Enchantress, I enjoyed having my ass finger fucked."

She clucked in disappointment at my response. "Jeremy, you simply are not trying. If I go out of my way, sacrifice my pleasure time to do something you like, you should be grateful. I am afraid we will have to assign another penalty for failing to properly appreciate me. Now TRY AGAIN AND GET IT RIGHT!"

"Yes, Enchantress, I enjoyed having my ass finger fucked by you. Thank you for the gift."

"Much better, and as a reward, I will see to it that your little asshole gets fucked again during each of our sessions. I will find something, ahhh, more filling and satisfying for you to try out, too. Won't that will be fun. But, enough of this." She gave me a ringing smack on my bottom to get my attention. "Up on your knees. Follow me."

She had not told me to release my hands so I paid the price to pull myself up with only my abdominal muscles. She was correct. I was seriously out of shape. I turned to follow her and caught my first glimpse of how she was dressed.

A bright red corset covered her from shoulder to the small of her back. Her ass was framed by garters that held up the black hose she wore. The shoes that I had kissed were old fashioned high heeled button down boots like those I had seen in museums. Then I saw the belt.

It was like a utility belt from an old comic book. Only this belt held the tools of the trade for the practicing dominatrix, and not a caped crusader. Some of the things I saw there I did not yet recognize. I did recognize a paddle that looked like a ping pong paddle, a set of hand cuffs, a riding crop and a small whip. The crop and the whip frightened me all over again. It was another whip, like the one she had hurt me with that Sunday night. God, she promised only a spanking. You have to trust her. She says she loves you and you know you love her. Oh god.

"Jeremy?" her voice called me back from my sudden spurt of fear. She was sitting on the bed looking at me carefully. She WAS watching out for me. Okay, I told myself, relax and enjoy this. It is what you want. It is your fantasy, after all. I nodded slightly and her mobile mouth smiled slightly enroute to a look of bored disdain. "I told you to follow me. Get over here. That is another penalty." I settled before her and waited. She removed something from the belt. "Recognize this?" Of course I did. It was my dog collar. I answered affirmatively and told her what it was. She handed it to me to put on. When it was on she stood with two other collar like straps, shorter than the collar, but fur lined. She stepped behind me and bound my wrists in behind my back with them. They were comfortable, but unmovable.

"Now that I have been nice to you and let you enjoy having your little bottom played with, I want to enjoy myself. I want you to eat me, Jeremy. Just to make it more interesting, I want to come exactly fifteen minutes after you start. You will get one stroke for each two seconds you are over or under the fifteen minutes. You will get a twenty stroke penalty and we will start over if I decide you are not being suitably enthusiastic or talented. Remember, I know how much you like to suck pussy, so I will have no shirking. Do you understand the rules?" I told her I did. "Very well." She said, reclining onto a pillow and spreading a legs to show her beautiful pussy, "You may begin, now."

I decided that it would be better if I could excite her quickly, then string her out. Enchantress is a truly sensuous woman and it is relatively easy to get her going. She fought me this time, trying not to become excited, but I do love eating her pussy. I had carefully studied her reactions while making oral love to her to learn precisely what she liked and what she did not like. In no time at all, she was arching into my mouth, pulling my hair to guide my attack, and speaking incoherently. My problem was that she had turned the clock away form the bed and I could not tell how much time had elapsed. I would have to guess.

As I had planned, it was fairly easy to keep Enchantress strung out. I kept moving my tongue around, hitting all of her hot spots, but never long enough for any of them to lose sensitivity. What I had not planned on, again, was the stressful nature of my position. I could not use my hands to help support my weight. My neck was arched back to get to her cunt lips, and the only thing holding me up were my back and stomach muscles. Muscle-deep discomfort was starting to distract me. I refocused my mind on Enchantress, trying to use her to blot out the quivering of overtaxed muscles.

I held out as long as I could. Finally, I knew that my body was about to give out. I had no idea of how long we had been at it, but I wanted her to come, I needed to make her come. I launched a full frontal attack at the very tip end of her clitoris and all hip motion ceased. Her hands locked even more tightly to my hair, pulling my face more forcefully into her hot, wet cunt. Her thighs locked hard to my head, tightly compressing my ears to my skull. I fastened my lips around her clit, sucked it forcefully into my mouth, held it gently with my front teeth and wire brushed it with the hard point of my tongue. She erupted, nearly unseating me from my perch. I held on for dear life, licking and kissing, trying to extend her pleasure to the fullest. I continued to lick gently at her over stimulated flesh, now trying to soothe her. She remained quiet for several minutes, her eyes closed and her breath coming in pants. I shifted down onto the floor, settling down to kneel by the bed and take the strain off my poor muscles.

"Adequate technique. Poor time management. You brought me off in just under thirteen minutes, Jeremy. That will be sixty strokes and an additional fifteen for your three earlier penalties."

I wondered when she had found the presence of mind to check the clock. Had she even bothered to check the clock? "All right, Jeremy, this will be your first formal spanking. Up on the bed. Now assume the position you were in when I arrived, only spread your knees as wide as you can. Excellent." My ass was about at the same level as her waist. The exaggerated spreading of my knees made my ass cheeks feel as if they were separated, too. My cock and balls were hanging downward, swinging freely. "Now, you will count every stroke, Jeremy. An uncounted stroke doesn't count and will be reapplied until you count it. I will use this paddle for your spanking."

She took the paddle from her belt and showed it to me between my legs. It had a thick, rubbery looking cover on one side, and a furry cover on the other side. "Seventy-five strokes of the paddle, Jeremy. Ask for the first." Seventy-five strokes, oh god.

"Please, Enchantress, Number one." The paddle struck my left cheek with more sound than impact. I counted it, then called for the second. It was much the same, only on the right cheek. I called for the third and felt the titillating feel of fur tickling my scrotum and penis. I waited for the strike.

"You did not count the third stroke, Jeremy, so it does not count. Ask me to repeat it." I could hear a smile in her voice. I did as she directed and felt the fur stroke me again. I counted three, then requested four. It was a real paddle strike on my left cheek, a little higher than the first. The entire spanking went this way: two strikes, one per cheek, followed by a furry massage of my sex. About half way through, the intensity of the strokes increased noticeably and I started to really feel the burn of the spanking, but it was sort of nice. There was some pain, but I was becoming more excited by the stroke. I also missed counting more than a few of the furry strokes so that they had to be repeated. All in all, the pain was not registering much on my overheated senses. It felt hot, sexy, exciting. Combined with the furry attentions, I was as hard as I had been the night she put me in the cock restraint.

I became more excited with each stroke. Finally, on the seventy- second stroke, which was a fur stroke, I started to erupt. Spurt after spurt of semen sprayed onto the bed spread. The last three blows were all paddle strikes and were the hardest hits of the spanking. She struck midway through my orgasm, hard across both cheeks, on the center of my butt. They nearly drove me over the edge again. As it was, the force of my orgasm made me faint.

I awoke to find my hands free and Enchantress beside me on the bed, holding my balls, loosely, in the palm of her right hand. When my eyes fully opened, she drew me into a kiss that almost set me off again. "You will learn to control yourself in the future, Jeremy." Each word was punctuated with a squeeze on my scrotum that stopped just short of pain. She could have hurt me, and wanted me to know that she wasn't going to. "Rule number four is that you only come when I say you may. But, for tonight, you get a reprieve." She kissed me again, squeezing me one last time, this time hard enough to make me arch into her kiss. "You did well, Darling Jeremy," the release words! It was over and I had made it! "you did wonderfully. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. And I know that the crop and the whip frightened you, but you kept going. You trusted me. That's why I wore those implements. So that you would see that you could learn that you can trust me. I want you to be a little anxious when we play, Jeremy. It's part of the power trip. The S&M would not be nearly as exciting if you weren't just a little scared." She kissed me again. "You were frightened, but you gave me your trust." She kissed me so deeply and thoroughly, I started to harden again. "Thank you, Jeremy, for that gift of faith and trust."

I was overwhelmed. She had taken me to a place I had always wanted to go, but had never had the courage to explore. And she had kept me safe and made it fun. Admittedly, it was a very gentle, soft and sensual session. I had been frightened at times, and my bottom was stinging, even a little tender in spots, but it was not something that would be with me very long. I was sure that there would be harder, tougher sessions with the Enchantress, but we would both still enjoy them. But I had made it through this first test and had not cried off.

I no longer cared about the magic and the spells. I no longer feared her powers and the power she had over me. "Melie, make love with me?" She smiled, tearily, and nodded her assent.

We made love that night, several times, but as she started to tumble into her first orgasm, I asked her to marry me. She was a long time answering, but, ultimately, much later that night, she said, yes.

Loving a Witch - Chapter 4.

Dominance and Submission was not the only game we played - regular loving with Melie was wonderful, too. We shared a varied and fun-filled sex life. One evening, Melie came into the bedroom and found me reading "Glory Road" by Robert Heinlein. I was fantasizing about one of the bit characters the hero encounters, an alien humanoid/feline female with a total body, silky fur pelt like a cat or a mink. The thought of making love, fondling and cuddling with such a creature just tickled at my brain and other erogenous zones. Seeing the bemused look on my face, Melie asked what I was thinking about. I showed her the passage in the book and she said that it sounded sexy to her, too.

I gave it no more thought. Melie went to the bathroom, and I rolled over to relax. A low, husky, "Merroowwwrrrr" brought me out of my half doze. Hazel-green eyes glowed immediately above my face, framed in an exotic, cat face complete with ears. Cat whiskers tickled my nose as she bent down to lick my lips with a strangely rough tongue. The blankets were cast off and it hit me that the body rubbing against mine was furry and soft as a kitten. Melie had transformed herself into a semblance of the cat lady of my book.

Her entire body was sexually alive. Petting and stroking her made her arch to increase the contact. She actually purred. The motion of her legs constantly tickled my cock with her fur. We stroked and teased each other until occurred when we couldn't stand it a second longer. Our lovemaking was violent, wild, animalistic, ... sublime. I awoke to find Melie in my bed, beneath me, asleep, her spell broken with her loss of consciousness. I cuddled her to me and was surprised to find my back sting as I rolled onto it. Her spell had been too good. Cat claw marks lined my back where she had tried to pull me closer.

On our wedding night, Melie caught me again. She magically linked minds with me. Anything that one of us felt was felt by the other. I felt her pussy tightening about my shaft at the same instant I felt 'my' pussy grip 'her' cock. I was feeling myself make love to her and feeling how it felt to made love to from her perspective at the same time. It was overwhelming. My body tried to ejaculate anytime either one of us came. Melie's response was to go multiorgasmic. Therefore, so did I. The only problem was that males are not equipped to come that often, that hard or that quickly in such a short a period of time. I started to hyperventilate from the exertion. I felt like my testicles were being sucked inside out. It was an amazing evening, but not one I am ready to try again for awhile.

Sessions under the instruction of my Enchantress became more intense and more demanding. She wanted to explore more difficult tests and harder scenes. I complied to the best of my ability because it was a gift I could give her. Eventually, I was able to take a fairly strict strapping without calling a halt. I admit that taking her strap is not the most fun thing in my life, and I did use the safety word during a couple of the earlier sessions, but eventually, I learned to handle most of it. Melie learned what I could not handle. Melie's assertive, dominant nature finds expression in these games and she loves taking charge and making me squirm. I found self pride in fulfilling all her needs and, besides, she always made the loving very special after a session in which I really pleased her.

It was after one such session that the strangest experience of my life began. Melie was cuddling me in bed after Enchantress had given me a very thorough going over with her paddle and after the fierce love making that followed the scene. She reminded me that my birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks and asked what I wanted. After the fine sex we had just enjoyed, I was hard pressed to think of anything that I could possibly want in this life and told her so.

She beamed at me, clearly pleased with my response. "Jeremy, remember that I'm a witch and what I can do. You aren't limited to normal birthday requests, you know." I nodded that I knew, but for the life of me, I could not think of anything I wanted that I did not have. She crinkled her nose at me. "You are just being difficult. Tell you what, I'll be your genie. You get your birthday wish granted." She folded her arms in front of her like the Barbara Eden character in "I Dream of Jeanie", (it was a much more interesting position when the 'genie's' tits are bare) and said, "Speak O' Master, and tell your faithful servant your deepest wish."

"Can I take a rain check and think about it?" I asked, and got hit in the head by a pillow.

"Oh, all right." She huffed. "Just so long as I know in time for your birthday." We snuggled some more and fell asleep holding each other close.

The next morning, I awoke to find Melie already dressed and out of bed, ready for work. I did not have any classes and all my work was caught up, so I planned to sleep in and then get some work done around the house. I rolled over to meet Melie half way as she bent to give me a kiss. The sudden movement lit flares of pain in my abused buttocks. I winced from the sudden pain and then saw a teasing smile play across Melie's lips. She knew, the sexy, evil wench, exactly what was wrong. She said nothing about it, though, just kissed me good bye and promised to be home early.

I rolled back on to my stomach and considered for the first time that the severity of the paddling last night. It dawned on that Melie may have planned a very severe test for me for last night because she knew that I did not have to go to school today. She might have figured that I did not have anything important to do today; I could spend the day recovering. What a way to spend a rare day off. Getting over a beating inflicted by your wife. I certainly would not be doing anything very athletic today. I got up and walked to the door mirror and looked at my ass. She had bruised me during the session. I would be sitting very carefully for the remainder of the week.

At that instant, I knew what I wanted for my birthday. All that remained was to find out if Melie was serious about granting it.

Melie arrived home early that night, as promised. I had prepared a cold supper of sandwiches and salads. Finger food is easier to eat standing up and the soreness in my bottom was still intense enough to make me wish to avoid sitting down. Melie smiled each time she looked up at me from her comfortable seat at the table. She was still enjoying my discomfort, the little minx. Well, we'd see for how long.

"I know what I would like for my birthday wish." I announced over coffee and a desert of cheese and fresh fruit. She looked up at me, expectantly. "I want to have the chance to turn the tables on you for once. I want to tie up that gorgeous body of yours and then play and make love with you all night long." Melie's eyes went huge and round and her mouth opened and shut, twice, as the impact of what I said I wanted to do sank in. I waited, watching carefully for any sign of a truly negative reaction to my statement. In all our time together, Melie had never expressed the slightest interest in turnabout, so I did not know how she would react. If I saw that she was adamantly opposed to the idea, or if I thought she was frightened by the concept, I intended to withdraw the wish.

She was silent for what seemed like minutes. She just sat there, looking at me, looking into me, studying me. I felt like shuffling my feet, like an adolescent who had just asked a girl out on a date for the first time. Say something, anything, even go to hell, but say something, I thought. Then her face cleared and she grinned up at me. "All right, Jeremy, I will grant your wish." With that, she selected another cheese morsel and ate it thoughtfully. It was at that moment that I recalled that the genie in the Arabian Nights did not always give the wisher exactly what he thought he was asking for. Well, Melie said she would do it and she would, I was sure. I hoped.

It was only a week until my birthday and I carefully collected the things I wanted to use well in advance of the date. Contrary to what you might think, given the source of my inspiration, my goal was not to test her as the Enchantress tested and corrected me. Indeed, I could not even conceive of raising my hand against her, let alone paddling, strapping or caning her. No, my vision of that night was to keep her on the edge of orgasm, while delaying her sexual release for as long as possible. Then, I would spend the rest of the night wringing as many orgasms as possible from her. Sensory overload was my goal.

I selected my toys with care. Nipple clips, the gentlest pair we had, a full face mask leather discipline helmet, complete with gag, blindfold and earplugs, our fur lined wrist and ankle restraints, small powerful vibrators for her pussy and ass and various chains, spreader bars and straps were carefully set aside for my night on top. I rigged a hook in the bedroom ceiling from which I could connect a pulley block. I set aside her crop, but that would mainly be for show. I bought a supply of incense and ordinary candles to set the mood. I made frenzied love to Melie all that week, the image of her helpless to my touch firing my performance. She responded to me just as violently, giving me hope that the fantasy of it turned her on as well.

Two nights before my birthday, Melie decided that we should abstain from making love. She wanted to wait until my birthday to resume our lovemaking. "We want you in fighting trim two nights from now for your wish." That did not stop the sneaky little devil from giving me the most intense sensual teasing of my life. I was tempted on several instances to start my birthday early and toss her down on my bed for a little rape fantasy, but I didn't. I wanted that evening to be perfect for both of us, too, and so I took her teasing in stride. Besides, I knew that Melie was getting hornier by the minute, the same as I was. Teasing goes both ways when you both want what's being dangled in front of you. It's just that the hard-on she delighted in giving me did tend to throw my stride a wee bit out of kilter.

The night before my birthday, I gave her my instructions for my big night. "I want you to come home from work and put on whatever you find laid out for you on the bed. Then light the candles you'll find in the room and assume the position you specified for me that first time in the same place." She nodded her acquiescence.

I came home that night to a darkened house. From the outside, I could see the flickering light of the dozen candles I had set out glowing eerily in our bed room. I undressed in the living room and put on the leather jockstrap and collected the crop that I had hidden under a sofa cushion. I walked into the room and stopped to just enjoy the beauty of the woman who loved me.

She was dressed in the minimal and highly fetishistic attire I had left for her. She had the mask and gag on, although they were not tightened, the wrist and ankle cuffs, a 5 inch wide leather belt that fit snugly about her waist and a pair of five inch tall high heeled shoes that she had worn once for a session and then relegated to the back of her closet. Her hair was in a long shaggy pony tail that came out through a ring in the top of the helmet. It seemed to burn like white fire in the glow of the candles against the stark black leather helmet. I moved around behind her and tightened the various straps and buckles. I wanted all the restraints as tight as possible without endangering her circulation. She squealed when I tightened the gag, so I quickly loosened that one notch. As I said, my goal was not pain.

I put a snap-ring between the wrist straps, locking her hands in front of her. After helping her to rise, I guided her to the pulley rope I had hanging from my newly installed ceiling hook. I hoisted her hands up until there was only a little bit of play in the rope. However, even that slack went away when I put the 3 foot long spreader bar between her ankles. I adjusted the rope again so that she was tautly held, but not hanging with her weight carried by her wrists. Then the blindfold and the earplugs were added to complete her near total deprivation of any sensory input besides touch and smell. I teased her with the tip end of the crop, tickling her, stroking it up and down her long, sleek legs. I could tell by the way her nose flared with each teasing touch that she was as turned on as I was.

She was visibly trembling when I left her to go get the nipple clamps. Gently, I teased and sucked the first little knob to full erection. I attached one little grabber to that first nipple and moved to its twin. The second my lips closed on her, the now familiar sensation of dizziness struck me, but with an intensity that I did not ever recall before. I think I passed out for a second or two, maybe longer.

I awoke, rather surprised to find that I had not fallen to the floor or been transformed into something else. I still had fingers that I could wiggle. I was standing upright, but I could not see. I fought down panic and tried to figure out what happened. My mouth was packed, I was blindfolded and the only thing I could hear was my own breathing and my pulse. My hands were restrained above me and my legs were spread by some type of restraint. My devious beloved had used her magic to free herself and then put me into the same bondage I had just finished applying to her. I remembered the "Arabian Nights" again and I remembered the exact wording of my wish. Just like the genie in the book, I thought, as long as we made love all night long, she was fulfilling the letter of my wish. I had tied her up, she just did not stay tied up.

I felt the crop brush up and down my back and then up and down my front. Strangely, the crop should have brushed against my dick. I did not seem to have an erection. Normally when Enchantress started to play with me, I got very hard, very quickly. At least I did until the real pain started. Tonight though, the crop did not touch my dick as it passed up and then back down my waist and hips. I felt very excited, very aroused. Damn her, she did know how to get to me.

I was sweating very hard, especially in my groin. I could feel moisture gathering, then trickling down on the inside of my thighs. I could smell Melie's perfume, mingled with the leather of the discipline helmet. She had to be close for the scent to be strong enough to clash with the leather. I felt her fumbling with my blindfold. My vision cleared as a figure moved into my field of vision. And my heart nearly stopped. There, standing in front of me, was ...>ME!<. I mean, there was Jeremy and he, I mean I, I mean, oh hell.... Jeremy was holding a mirror in his (my?) hands. In the mirror, I saw Melie, dressed as I had ordered her to dress, restrained as I had restrained her. Realization hit me and I shook my head in denial. Melie's head moved in the mirror in sync with the movement of my head. The long ponytail that she had left hanging through the top of the helmet swung violently back and forth to the motion of the head in the mirror. I felt that hair sweep across my back and shoulders even as I tried to deny the obvious. Melie had somehow switched my mind into her body. A quick look at Jeremy told me all I needed to know. There, on my face, was Melie's grin. The grin that meant she had gotten away with something and that I would not get away with out a toll to the Enchantress, or was it the Enchanter, now? A high pitched squeal of dismay leaked around the ball gag in my, I mean, Melie's mouth in, oh my god, Melie's voice.

Loving a Witch - Chapter 5

"Hello, Jeremy-girl." I heard my voice say, "Do you like your wish?"

I brayed through the gag, shaking my head. Melie reached out and took the still unattached nipple clip and screwed it onto my nipple. She tightened them both to their limit. Even though they were the gentlest pair we owned, the shock of exquisite pain shot straight to my (?!?) cunt. My breasts seemed to swell in response, their hard little tips becoming the center of sensation, until the feeling receded to a dull, continuous ache.

I felt a cool touch, parting my ass cheeks. A buzzing teased at my anus, bringing me up on to my tiptoes, but the buzzing followed. The buzzing left my behind to move to my front, in the vicinity of my pubis. A momentary touch of the vibrator on a spot above the apex of my legs and I nearly fainted from power of the resulting sensation. It was as intense as anything I had ever felt as a male, but it was more, affecting more of me. Was that what a clit felt like? Damn Melie! Her hands were all over me, hitting hot buttons that I did not know I had. She knew, this was her body. She'd grown up pleasuring it.

Suddenly, all the touches, feels, caresses stopped. I realized that my eyes were closed from the onslaught of strange, overwhelming sensations. Nothing in all my life had felt like this. Nothing in all my life had prepared me for this.

Breath tickled my nose. I opened my eyes to see my face inches from my face, I mean, Melie's face inches from mine. She planted tiny, pecking kisses on my face and then moved in for a demanding, deep, possessive kiss. The gag came out and in went her tongue, hot, wet, inquisitive. In that moment, I knew that Melie's spell had imposed feminine responses to match her feminine form on my psyche. My toes literally curled and my eyes went shut again in response to this dominating masculine possession of my mouth and lips. My eyes snapped back open as something hard poked at me in the groin. Melie was going to fuck me with my own cock. Her hands gripped my buttocks and lifted me onto her cock. The heat of that instant, the incredible, indescribable feeling of my body separating, accepting the intrusion of another body, assailed my senses. I screamed with pleasure or outrage, I don't know which, but in the next instant, my body short circuited. Control of my body, of my breathing left me. Only movements that achieved closer contact with, deeper penetration by the hot, intruding shaft in my body had any importance and were the only movements I could make. I remember my last coherent thought was that this was the approach of feminine orgasm and that I wanted that more than anything.

I did not get there.

Melie cut loose with an ragged scream and her thrusts became more rapid and erratic as she experienced masculine orgasm. A >PREMATURE!< masculine orgasm, damn it! If I had not been so outraged at being left on the precipice, I would have been amazed at the feeling of hot, creamy sperm being sprayed into my body. As it was, I would have happily cut the damned thing off if my hands had been free to get at it. That it was, in actuality, my own personal cock, did not greatly interest me in my volatile state. Melie collapsed to one knee in front of me. I watched, furious and frustrated, as she regained her breath and came back to her feet.

She grinned at me, wearily. "You never told me how intense and localized the feeling is when you fucked me, lover. Until just this moment, I never understood the will power you must exert to stretch out our lovemaking and give me the pleasure you do. I respect your control more than ever before. That was incredible." She kissed me again.

It was nice, that kiss, but not enough. Not by a long shot. I was actually quivering with needs that my mind did not understand, but my body sure did. I jerked my head to free my mouth from her mastery. "Finish me, damn you.", I yelled at her. "I'm all twitchy and ready to jump out of my skin. Please, make me cum." A grin that was pure Melie creased the features of what had my face. She shook her head, raising her hands up to my face to replace the blindfold and the gag.

"Naughty, naughty, girl. Shouldn't order your Master like that. Momma, I mean, Daddy will have to punish you for that." She left the earplugs out and a whizzing sound preceded the ignition of flaming pain across my ass. She was whipping me with the crop and she didn't know her own strength, my strength. I screamed with all my strength in response. The gag muted the sound, but not so much that the shock and pain did not come through. That cut had hurt!

The next blow and the following blows were gentler. She had evidently realized how much stronger she was in my body. The spreader bar kept me from dancing too much, but what motion I managed made the nipple clips jiggle and sensation to flare in my tits, as well as in my ass. I was still so aroused from the interrupted intercourse, that my hungry need only intensified with the mild pain she was now inflicting.

The whipping stopped and my arms dropped. Melie had released the pulley rope. I was unbalanced and fell to my knees, which was what she had wanted because the gag was immediately replaced with my, I mean, her cock. I was sucking off my own cock. I was surprised. I never got this hard, this soon after an orgasm. I guess Melie was really turned on by the uniqueness of the male perspective in sex. Well, she was not the only one who was turned on by the differences. To my own amazement, I was sucking a cock and loving it. The taste was salty, tangy. Somewhere in my brain, I realized that tangy part of the flavor was pussy juices from when she had fucked me. The other, saltier taste, well, that came from the lovemaking, too. It wasn't the first time I had tasted semen. Melie liked to share after she had loved me orally.

The texture of the shaft in my mouth fascinated me. It was hard, yet still soft, too and it had a velvety feel on my tongue. I felt the first slight twitch against my tongue that meant her orgasm was imminent. Melie groaned as I intensified the suction of my mouth, running my tongue side to side on the sensitive underside of the penis where I knew I was particularly sensitive. Melie was not the only one who knew what turned her own body on. Would she feed me cum from my balls? Her hands gripped my head firmly and somewhat jerkily pulled me off her rampant cock. "Easy does it, Jeremy-girl, you and I have better things to do with that. You do show real talent as a cock sucker, though. We will have to remember that in the future."

She unclipped the snap-ring between my wrists, and with the pulley rope still connected to one of the cuffs, pulled my arms behind me, reclipping the cuffs. The rope became taut again, pulling my arms up and forward over my head; forcing my head downward to the floor. I was now on my knees, bent over at the waist, my bottom displayed prominently in this position. I felt her settle behind me and spread my knees. The cock slid back into me from behind, deeper than before. Hands reached around my waist to fondle my hanging breasts, teasing at the nipple clamps and tickling at my ribs. I tried to speed the motion, deepen the penetration, but I was frustrated by the relatively strict bondage position. I could not shift my body forward without extreme tension on my shoulders and arms and Melie had my backside firmly in her grip. A hand crept down my stomach to rest momentarily on my pubis. Clever, curious fingers started teasing all around the core of sensation. Then, without warning, those fingers zeroed in directly on my hot little clit, where Melie had only teased before and I shattered. I shouted my triumph as I spun dizzily into glory and darkness.

I awoke to find the helmet gone. Melie had evidently carried me over to our bed. A quick review of my position revealed that Melie had added her own added touches to my original bondage gear. I was on my knees with my bottom forced prominently into the air. My arms were pulled between my legs and were snap ringed to the cuffs on my ankles. Cuffs had been added to my legs and arms just above my knees and wrists, respectively. These were snap ringed together, right knee to right elbow, and left knee to left elbow. That little variation ensured that I could not lover my bottom or roll over. What ever she had planned, my ass was now very well presented for it.

The bed sank behind me. I looked between my legs to see Melie moving up from the foot of the bed towards my bottom. She started kissing by backside. I winced as she kissed the welt from that first cut of the crop. "No more pain, Jeremy-girl, only sweet, hot pleasure. This male anatomy I'm wearing seems to need to recharge after that last fuck, but I think I can keep you entertained, lover." It was my voice, whispering softly, but the accent was Melie.

Her mouth shifted lower and her tongue started flicking at my pussy lips. My hips started to shimmy, their movements beyond my control. One of Melie's hands reached around me to play with the nipple clips, while the other started probing and then sliding gently in and out of my ass. I was hot, so hot, every part of me was burning. The capacity of this female body for sexual pleasure was overwhelming me. In a matter of moments, it seemed, I was again at the edge of orgasm.

Melie's tongue left me. Her fingers slid out my bottom as her cock entered the sopping wet depths of my pussy. I bit hard into the pillows to keep from screaming again. "Seems I got ready again quicker than I thought, Jeremy girl." She thrust several more times then she left me. I was bouncing out of control, my bottom bucking in search of something that was no longer there. Melie gripped my hips firmly to stop my gyrations, but instead of reentering my cunt, she separated my ass cheeks and settled her cock at the small, puckered hole hidden between. She thrust hard and the head popped inside the tight sphincter. I squealed like a baby piglet from the unexpected pain of her insertion. I fought her entry, but to no avail. Melie in my body was stronger then I was in hers. The entry felt like a massive bowel movement, only in reverse. I remembered my training under Enchantress and tried to relax, to use deep breathing to help me accept the intruder. Her voice came to me from behind and above me, "I did promise you something more filling back here, remember, Jeremy-girl?" I did remember; I just never thought that it would be my own penis.

She was well lubricated, but she seemed so incredibly huge. I knew I had never backdoored Melie. She leaned over my back, her head close to my ear. "I'm probably the only girl in history to take her own ass virginity." A anal virgin. No wonder I felt like I had been penetrated by a fire log. Melie took the rest of the penetration slowly, letting me adjust to the intrusion, and fondling my clitoris to keep me excited while she stretched me out.

I clamped down hard as my bottom relaxed and the fucking started to feel good. That drew a groan of delight from Melie. "My God, you're so tight. It feels incredible. Jeremy, you've got to try this. Oh my god." She started to thrust erratically, more deeply. I could feel every tremor, every wiggle and I was close, very close to cumming again. With a groan of pure joy, Melie started to spew in the darkness of my rectum. The liquid heat of her semen triggered my own orgasm and I clamped down even harder as the spasms hit.

The world went dark.

I don't know how long I was out this time. I do know that Melie had also blacked out from the intensity of that orgasm. I know because I was free when I woke. Free that is, except for my cock still held firmly impaled into Melie's asshole. I was back in my own, male body. I gently pulled free. Melie stirred, still restrained in the tight bondage she had put me in when I had been her. I reached down and released the snaprings that clipped her elbows to her knees and her hands to her ankles. I removed the nipple clips and settled her down onto her tummy to rest.

I looked her over carefully, noting the pink welts on her bottom from the beating she had given me. One of the cuts had broken the skin and was starting to bruise. Traces of blood still drooled from the welt that cut across both cheek. It had to have been from that first cut when she did not allow for the differences in my body's strength and her body's tolerance for pain. Her nipples were red and swollen from the extended wearing of the nipple clamps. I went to get some antiseptic to treat the bleeding welt and some cream to soothe her breasts. Melie only stirred momentarily as I treated her injuries. I was exhausted, too. It had been an incredible experience.

I woke up at about four AM, unable to go back to sleep. Melie was still sleeping off the ravages she had inflicted on her body (I guess there is some justice in the world) and I did not want to wake her. Truthfully, I did not really want to talk to her. I got out of bed and padded down to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee and decide what to do, if anything. I sat drinking coffee, trying to come to grips with what had happened to me the night before. On one hand, it had been a truly incredible experience. I had truly been, well, ravished, sexually, as a woman. The feelings and sensations had been inconceivable and indescribable, but in all honesty, it was an experience I knew I'd like to try again sometime. And I had learned things about Melie's body, about what felt good to her, that I would have been years learning by trial, error and patient instruction.

The downside of this adventure was that Melie had not delivered on her promises. She had not done what I had trusted her to do. She had used my imprecisely stated wish and her magic to get the upper hand in what should have been my scene. And although the spell had protected me, it had not protected her. Her fair skin was still bruised from the cane and her nipples were an angry red from the clamps. Payback was never part of my fantasy. I did not want her hurting. She would not have been hurt if she had let me play out my scenario. When she was in my body, she over did things because she did not know the extent of my strength.

My reveries were interrupted by a quiet "Good Morning." from behind me. Melie stood in the door way with her robe and slippers on. I glanced at her and then turned away from her. I heard her sigh softly and pad over to pour herself a cup of coffee. She sat down across the table from me, wincing as her bottom settled onto the hard kitchen chair. "You're upset about last night."

"Figured that out all by yourself or did you read my mind again?" I asked in the most sarcastic tones I could muster. "Did you really think it would be otherwise? The sex was great, fantastic even. Something I might eventually like to try again, but if I do, I want it to be consensual between us. You said I had a wish and you would grant it. I even gave you the opportunity to change your mind after I told you what I wanted and you still agreed." I paused, suddenly remembering the sly look on her face just before she agreed to my wish. I looked her in the eyes. She avoided my gaze again.

"You agreed, yes," I drew out the word speculatively, "You did agree. You agreed because you had already decided to do it your way, hadn't you." I barked the last out accusingly. She flushed and looked guiltily down at her coffee. "You'd decided right from the start not to grant the intent of my wish. Well, let me tell you something, witch lady, I don't want to have to take a course in classical rhetoric to communicate my desires to you. I will not write down what I want to say to you and analyze it before hand to ensure that I have accurately and precisely stated my desires. I want to be able to trust you to be honest with me. If you cannot or will not fulfill my wishes, then just tell me. Don't look play with loopholes and then pretend that you are doing what I want."

I took some deep breaths to calm myself down. I got up from the table to get more coffee. It was an excuse to stop talking before I said something I would regret. I poured the coffee and then spoke, my back still to her. "I guess what hurts the most is that I had really started to trust you. Remember that first session, when you were so pleased that I trusted your word, that I did not end the session, even though you had a whip and a crop when all you had promised was a spanking? Today, at this very minute, I don't know what I would do if I was in that situation." I considered for a moment. What would I do? "I probably would trust you still in a session, but I don't think I trust you with your magic. Your impulsiveness scares me, sometimes.

"Look at yourself. You are hurt and it is essentially by your own hand. You did not consider the difference in strength when you were me. You did not consider the differences in pain tolerance and recuperative ability when I was you. It seemed like a good idea, so you went ahead, without planning and just did it to me. But I was gagged most of the time or in the thrall of such intense sexual arousal that I could not tell you when it was going too far. It didn't this time. Next time you play a game like this without thinking, what will happen then?" My emotions drained me. I was already tired, now I was again exhausted.

Melie looked up to meet my eyes. "I'm glad you that you enjoyed some of it. I know that I did. I am sorry you feel I betrayed your trust. I even agree that you are justified in that. I guess I was afraid of what would happen in the session and I saw a way out."

"You had a way out, dammit. All you had to do was say no. Don't you understand that I love you, that I will do nothing to hurt you, that I will do nothing that offends you or frightens you? All you had to do was ask me to reconsider."

"I promised you a wish and then you asked for that. I was trying to play my honor and my pride against your desires. I thought if the session was sexy enough, exciting enough, you would not be upset that it was not precisely what you were asking for."

"What you are saying is that you did not trust me to make it sexually exciting for you, to make it fun and safe for both of us. You're saying you do not trust me as you insist that I trust you. Well, it is going to be a cold day in hell before I ask for anything again." I gave her a dark look and walked over to the sink to pour the coffee down the sink. The sun was coming up. "I'm going to go to the lab and get some work done. I guess one advantage of this is that I don't have to take any time off to recover. You dished out the punishment and you are going to have to live with the discomfort." I walked to the room to dress. I pulled on my clothes and went out for a walk to think.

Love a Witch 6

I returned a couple of hours later. I had worked through my anger. I was still disappointed. Hell, I had been really looking forward to making her squirm, but that would pass, too. Her car was still there in the driveway. I went inside and then straight to our room intending to go make up with my wife. Inside our bedroom, a soft sound behind me caught my attention. I turned around to see Melie in the doorway, kneeling in that first position she had taught me; the one I had asked her to be in for the scene I'd planned for last night. She spoke without raising her head from the floor. "I owe you a wish. I am ready to accept whatever you demand of me to meet my commitment to you and to make whatever restitution you feel is warranted. I love you. I need your love and your trust. This is the only way I can think of to start undoing the damage. I trust you completely and I renounce my powers in the context of our relationship until you forgive and trust me."

I told her to stand up and to come and stand in front of me. God, but she was lovely. She had washed her face and brushed her hair till I could almost see it crackling. She was beautifully naked, a walking, breathing symbol of feminine perfection. And she was offering it all to me, without limit, without reservation. I had already forgiven her when I had started back home from my walk, and I never did really stop trusting her, but this was an opportunity I was not going to pass up. The trick was to play while not aggravating any of her existing hurts. My scenario from last night would not work today. Her poor nipples would never take even the slightest teasing without hurting her further. I racked my brain. Then, a fleeting memory from the previous night, of how sensitive Melie's skin was and another memory of where it was sensitive. I grabbed Melie and kissed her as hard as I could. I put a bolster, one we kept for the purposes of watching late night television, in the middle of our bed.

I had Melie get up onto the bed and lean over it so that her tummy and knees took most of her weight and so that her sore breasts were not being pressed into the bed. Likewise, her bruised bottom was unstressed by this position. Seeing the purpling welts across her otherwise ivory asscheeks, I decided to treat her bottom before going any further. I did not want her to be in any more pain then was necessary during my playtime. I had too many other things I wanted her to feel.

The salve was stored in the drawer where Melie kept her favorite toys for bedtime games and tests. I saw the looped black silk stockings Melie liked using during her more sensual bondage games. In a flash of inspiration, I snatched up the mass of black silk and moved to the bed. These would be much better than the leather cuffs I had used the night before. I slipped the loop of a stocking around each of her wrists and ankles, then wrapped the loose ends around the respective posts of the bed. Once the stockings at the head of the bed were tied off, all I had to do was pull the ones at the foot of the bed up snug and my tall, sleek love would know the sensual helplessness she had treated me to on several occasions. Melie continued to acquiesce without comment to my quiet requests as I got her positioned and restrained. I had her gently spread eagled; able to move about a bit, but unable to get loose or to close her legs. The bolstering up of her bottom made her whole backside and pubic mound available for my attentions.

I went back to the toy drawer and brought back the salve, a sweet massaging oil, a silk mask blindfold, a furry glove and a few other items to get her attention. I put them down near the head of the bed so that she could not help but see them. Her eyes locked on the whip that she had used on me only once then had abandoned because of its severity. That scene had been one in which I had cried "FiFi". "No more Mr. Nice Guy." I thought.

I went back into the bathroom and stripped down. After careful thought, I put on a jockstrap with a cup, then an exercise all-in-one jumpsuit. I then put on a heavy duty belt that would make getting out these tight "cover alls" very difficult. Melie had bought these execise togs for me when she started me going to aerobics classes at the health club and thought the outfit was particularly sexy. It also prevented me from easily relieving my own needs because the jumpsuit design would prevent ready access to my cock. I opened the salve and warmed some on my hands. The salve was an anesthetic and antiseptic analgesic cream. Very gently, I laid relatively thick layer of the cream over her ass cheeks and let the analgesic warmth start to penetrate into the injured muscle tissue to loosen them up. Then, I began to carefully massage around the periphery of the bruises, gradually moving into the more colorful areas. Melie shifted when my hands started moving and then purred in her throat. Obviously, this was not what she expected, but she is such a sensual creature that I was getting to her already. She tried to arch her back and was reminded of the black silken bonds holding her in their soft grip. She tried to scoot her legs up under her only to find that movement denied her as well. I just kept gently massaging the analgesic cream into her rump. "Jer..e..my." My name came out as stretched out syllables. "What are you doing to me?"

I stayed behind her, hidden from her view by her position and by the bolster. "Why, I should think that was obvious. I taking care of my little woman. How does your bottom feel, love?"

"Better and better." she groaned. "What you're doing feels nice and warm, but that isn't what I meant. Why are you doing that before the scene? You must know that the effect of other spankings or corporal punishments will be reduced by the anesthetic in that rub. My bottom will be less sensitive."

I smiled at her obvious confusion. "I want to play and I want to play my way. You just keep trying to figure out what I am up to." I kept massaging. I switched from the salve to the sweet scented oil and started to massage her feet, moving slowly up her legs. When I reached her bottom, I moved up to her hands and worked up her arms to her shoulders and then down her back and ribs. One thing I had learned lately was how to give a pretty good massage and how to draw it out. By the time I had finished, Melie was practically purring.

I moved to her ribs and then down to her wonderful, ripe breasts, kneading them and stroking them alternately and then, gently at first, and carefully avoiding any further tormenting of the hardening tips. Melie was groaning and sighing in pure pleasure from my ministrations. Finished with the parts of her I could reach in her current condition, used one of her fluffy bath towels to remove the excess oil. I then went to work, gently grooming her pubic mound, trimming her bikini line and gently massaging in more of the mint scented oils. By now, I had been working at this for over an hour and a half and Melie was arching like a cat to every touch. I got up and walked to the door. I went down to the kitchen to make a snack.

When I returned, Melie was striving to crane her head around to look at me. "Jeremy, let me go, I want to hold you. You've taken such good care of me. I want to hold you when you finish me." I walked over to her and gently pressed on the back of her neck to put her head back on the pillows.

I walked back behind her and started to stroking the lips of her cunt again, very gently, scarcely more than a feather stroke. She was so sensitive that even this light a touch jarred her and made her arch for fulfillment. "Jeremy, what do you think you're doing?" Melie's voice was in pants and half growls.

"Why, Melie, I'm hurt it's not obvious to you. I'm dominating you. You need to be treated like a sex kitten. So, I thought to try it with you. Purr for me, little one." I kept up the light, stroking touches. Enough to enflame her, but too light and too indirect to tip her over the edge.

Melie looked up at me, her face suffused with frustration and a little bit of anger. Her but was shimmying around as much as the gentle restraints would permit. "Jeremy, don't you dare hang me out like this. If you do, I'll fix you nex......" Her response was lost as I went back to work, titillating her. She was so close to coming. " Jeremy, dammit, get me off,..." Her voice was cut off as, ready for her this time, I stuffed my discarded bvd's into her mouth.

Melie was still too close to climax for my purposes. The constant manipulation of her sex, the teasing was driving her higher. She knew by then, of course, exactly what my game was, and she was trying to hide from me her responses to my caresses. She wanted me to slip up and send her inadvertently over the edge. Too bad for her I knew her games and her responses too well to be fooled. Usually, when she was on top, she tried to hide my success from me while I tried to make her orgasm. Then she could discipline me for my 'failure' to adequately arouse her. This time, her game was to try and cum before I was ready to permit her release.

I sat down by her head, removed the makeshift gag from her mouth and poured a glass of wine. After taking a sip myself, I offered the glass to her lips. She sipped daintily, but greedily. My little love was getting mighty thirsty from her exertions. It's also possible that the flavor of my shorts might have been just a wee bit strong.

We refreshed ourselves with the wine while I let the edge of Melie's arousal dull a bit. I went back to work, teasing her orally, kissing her in particularly erogenous parts of her body, the instep, the back of her knee, the junction between the thigh and the buttock (where it wasn't bruised), between her shoulder blades and behind her ears. All the places I knew from experience and from last night were especially sensitive. Each time she got so stimulated she might cum any second, I broke off and offered her wine. In all, I played with her for about four hours. She was getting frantic for an orgasm. I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear her alternately begging me and cursing me.

I decided it was time to finish the game. "Did you know, Melie-luv, until last night when I was wearing your body, I did not realize just how fearfully ticklish you really are?"

Melie really lurched at this. I thought the stockings were not going to hold. "Jeremy, No, not that, I'm already over stimulated." This was new and interesting. Melie was practically squealing in protest at the thought of this new game. I sat down in the chair next to the bed. I picked up two long feathers from the head of the bed. Melie watched me fondle them in my hands and almost went berserk.

"Tell me, honey, can you cum just from a good tickling?" She shook her head, pleading with me to stop. "Well, you know the safety word. I will still honor it as I trust you to honor it when you play with me. Say the word, Melie, and it is over right now." I smirked as I remembered another first time. " Say the word and I win." Melie's eyes went wide and black with fury. She shook her head fiercely. I had challenged Melie with the same words she had challenged me with at our first session. She obviously remembered them, as I did, and was determined not to give in to me, determined that I would not defeat her.

I went to work, moving the feathers up and down Melie's ribs, the backs of her legs and knees, along the arches of her feet and between her toes. Melie managed to hold out for about one minute before she was giggling and about three minutes before she was helplessly, spasmodically howling out her laughter. This was definitely a new side to my Enchantress. I was careful to vary the location and the tempo so that Melie did not desensitize in one spot or at one level of laughter. By then, Melie was begging me to stop and I did, but only to move my attack directly to Melie's vaginal pouch. Melie reacted as if she had been struck.

"Nooo, Jeremy, Noooo." she howled between laughs, giggles and squeals. "You haven't let me pee, stop, please."

I remembered the night Melie had surprised me with a golden shower when I had been tied to the bed with those stockings. Since that night, all of our beds had rubberized sheets to protect the mattresses. I'd have to change the bedding, but so what. I went straight at Melie's pee hole and at her clitoris, tickling with feathers in both hands. Melie was yelling for me to PLEASE stop. I reached up to her and lightly brushed one of the feathers against the hard points of her nipples. It was all it took. All motion in Melie's body stopped for one, two, maybe three seconds and then she arched, twisted and bucked like a champion bronco pony, all the while screaming and peeing herself wet. The orgasm, so long delayed, lasted a good twenty seconds before she even started to come down, all the time trembling in her continued need.

I pulled on the fur glove and moved behind Melie to where I could get easy access to her open pussy. The sheets were soaked and smelled strongly. The bolster would have to be replaced. I went to work on her pussy with my mouth and tongue.

After that first golden shower, Melie had explained the health issues of such games. Basically, as long as she was healthy, and as long as we did not overdo it, there was no risk to me. It wasn't exactly sweet smelling and she did not taste nearly as delicious as she usually did, but it was exciting. As exciting as the first time I had orally worshiped my Enchantress during her period.

I stroked her body with the glove, gentling runaway nerve endings as I pleasured her with my mouth and all the love I had for her. She came three more times before she asked me to stop. Moving up to her, I loosened the wrist straps and, tearing open the crotch of my jumpsuit, slid under her and settled her down onto my raging erection. My own orgasm was not long in coming, but not before I wrung one more, keening orgasm from the Enchantress Melisande.

I finished untying Melie and then helped her to the bathroom for a bath. I changed the bed linen and took the soiled things down to the basement laundry room where I started them washing.

When I got back to the bedroom, Melie was kneeling beside our bed, waiting for me. I drew her into my arms and held her, kissed her. "I love you, witch. Thank you for my wish. And I do trust you. I trust you with everything in me and with everything I am or hope to be." With that, I swept her up into my arms and carried her to bed. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Love a Witch 7

That scene and Melie's demonstration of trust went a long way toward healing us. We trusted each other again and, later, I was finally able to convince her that I did truly forgive her. We went back to our previous, less than normal lives. One change, though, was that Melie realized she thoroughly enjoyed "bottoming out" every so often, while I enjoyed the opportunity to work my "evil will" on her helpless body. Enchantress still played alot rougher with me than I did with Melie, but I discovered that a very warm, spank-pinkened bum made my lovely wife a very excited and exciting bed mate. The sensation of her squirming on my lap as I delivered said spanking did wonderful things for my arousal level as well.

The morning after one such session, about two months after my birthday, our lives changed again. The session had started out very playful, mostly bound tickling again, but it had ended in the hardest, longest spanking I had yet given Melie. The next morning when she woke up, Melie immediately ran to the bathroom to be ill. Concerned that I had been too rough with her the night before, I hovered fretfully outside the bathroom until she came out, looking wan and a little stunned.

"This shouldn't have happened. I've been so very careful not too let it happen yet." She was talking, under her breath, almost to her self. Then she looked up at me, her eyes big, round and concerned, and spoke directly to me. "This shouldn't have happened, yet. You aren't ready for this. I haven't had a chance to prepare you for this." She was nearly in tears. I pulled her into my arms, rocking her gently from side to side, trying to comfort her. I was near panic myself. What if something happened to her?

I pulled her to a chair and sat down in it, pulling her into my lap. She laid her head on my shoulder and pulling her feet up, curled into a ball on my lap. "What is it? Please, Melie, tell me what is wrong so I can help?"

She mumbled something into the crook of my neck that I did not hear. I asked her to repeat it. "I'm pregnant, Jeremy." Joy flooded into me. A baby, a little green eyed, silver blond girl like her mother - I loved her already and told Melie so. "But you don't understand. Our child will be like me, a witch. She'll be smarter than most kids and very precocious and she'll have to be watched every minute until she learns to control her powers and herself. I've been so careful, Jeremy. I wanted you to get used to me and my powers first, so you'd know you could handle the little something extra our child will have. I've used my magic to prevent conception when we make love. It's been very hard because I want babies, but I wanted to be fair, too. I just don't know how it happened."

I lifted her chin and smiled at her. "Trust me, love, I am as ready as I will ever be. Can we keep trying until we have at least of couple of each?" She blinked at me like she was trying to believe me and then smiled, nodding tearily. "As for how, that's easy. You gave yourself a birthday present, only you did it on my birthday."

She frowned at that, then her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open. "You mean that night, when I was you and you were me and.." She fell silent, trying to decode the thoughts that were assailing her.

"Yes, love, when I was you, I did not have any magic to prevent conception and when you were me, you did not use a condom. You also were extremely excited by the new sensations and ejaculated heavily twice into my, uh, your ..., I guess I'll call it our pussy. You did not bathe until the next day. More than sufficient time for an enterprising little sperm to do the deed. I guess you are the first woman to impregnate herself by natural means."

We confirmed the pregnancy and got Melie into prenatal care. One advantage of a white witch was the magical communication between mother and child. We knew the baby was happy and well throughout the pregnancy. We attended Lamaze together and bought all the things two people in love buy when they anticipate a child.

Of course, the baby decided to come in the middle of the night. The Witching Hour, don't you know. I awoke to find Melie and myself soaking wet from her water breaking. I did not care, I was ready to hold our child. We hurried to the hospital and into the birthing room where the specially selected nurse midwife awaited us. Melie had told me that the nurse was also a witch, but one who was especially adept in the healing arts, and who would make sure the birth went well. Together we helped Melie onto the bed and settled down to start the vigil that would end with our daughter entering the world. I reached up to take Melie's hand. On contact, the world spun with the now familiar dizziness of Melie's magic at work.

I opened my eyes to see Melie grinning down at me with my face. I was opening my mouth to protest when the first contraction hit, Melie started coaching me, telling me to pant my way through it, just like we practiced at home and at class. Into my ear she whispered "Aren't you glad we both practiced, darling? I decided that since I did the fertilizing with this one, you should get to do the birthing. Enjoy, darling, you are the only man ever to give birth."

I recovered from the shock and the impact of the first hard labor pains. I regained my breath and started to tell her exactly what I thought of her idea when the next contraction stopped all further thoughts. Two hours later, Megan Marie was born. I managed to make it through and I can tell you that it is not an experience I will ever forget. You know what else? Melie almost fainted when the baby was born. I guess it must be genetic to the male chromosomes. Male bodies faint at the sight of babies being born. She left the room to get a drink of water while our child was weighed and cleaned. The nurse handed me Megan and I thanked her.

"No, let me thank you. That was the most unique birth I have ever attended." I looked up at her, trying to appear confused and innocent. "Don't give me that, now. I am a healer so my craft gives me an insight as to who I'm treating. I know you're in that lovely body, young man. Your pretty wife pulled a fast one on you at the last second and switched bodies on you."

I laughed gently. My borrowed, abused body rebelled at anything more strenuous. "You don't know the half of it, ma'am. But, it was unique. I never expected to be on this side of the birthing couch."

"You did well. As well or better as many of our real women." She gave me a motherly pat on the head and then got an evil, mischievous smile on her face. "Might almost be worth getting pregnant again just to see the look on my darlin' hubby's face when that first contraction hits 'im." she mused. Melie came back into the room and the nurse rounded on her. "Well, now. Since your husband's done all the hard work and it's time for that lovely lass to get some sleep, why don't you undo your little spell now?"

Melie gaped, recognizing that she had been found out, and then smiled down at me. The world spun and I was looking down at Melie. I moved to her and felt the memory of the strain in my lower belly. I kissed her and told her to rest. I knew how hard that lovely body of hers had worked and how sleepy she was.

I walked to the door and was called back at the last minute. She gave me her smile. "Be back for feeding time, Jeremy. You don't want to miss that." Was there a hint of things to come in that tired command? I walked out of the hospital, thinking of all the experiences I have had, all the things I will get to feel because my wife is such a loving, lovely little witch. Things that other men have never felt.

Well, Melie said it would be an adventure.