The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

1.

It’s so cold that while I wait for the bus to show up actual ice has formed between the sidewalk and my boots. December is supposed to be cold. I’d be sad if there were a year where this month didn’t have any snow, but I like it a lot more when I get to observe it from the outside. It is a lot less fun being actually caught up in it.

Literally in the case of my poor boots.

The bus is crowded, and manages to still be cold even with every seat taken and half the aisle being full of people standing. Our driver apologizes for the broken heating, but that’s not their fault. All I care about is that they’re on time.

I say as much to try making her day a little better. She smiles in a way that makes me not entirely sure if she’s thankful for the support or annoyed that I’ve inserted myself into her day.

Oh well. At least I tried!

With how much snow is coating everything like a crunchy blank canvas blanket, I don’t feel bad when I hop out of the bus only a short time later. Normally riding a bus for only a few stops would make me feel bad, but even if it isn’t an escape from the cold it means I avoided possibly breaking my neck on a hidden patch of black ice.

I push open the door to my favorite shop in the city and can’t hold back the grin when the familiar chime of bells greets me. Plenty of stores have a bell or a ringer or something to let the people on duty know that someone has shown up, but none of them feel so inviting. It’s less of a shrill warning to the woman standing behind the counter and her assistant making sure everything is neatly in its place.

The sound feels more full bodied and warm. Maybe the bell they’re using is more… old fashioned? Maybe they had it made custom. I’ve never bothered asking. It isn’t a thing I tend to think of once the warm ring is over.

“Hey, Allison! Back again so soon? It’s cold as a witch’s teat out there, you know. You should stay inside if you can!” Simone finishes repositioning a tarot deck to be more prominently displayed before making her way to me. “If you don’t mind the pun, anyway. And I guess it’s already too late if you do, huh? How’s my favorite artist?”

My cheeks at least feel a little bit warmer. I would have worn a scarf but I couldn’t find it on my way out. I might have been a little over eager to come here and see Simone. Maybe.

Even dressed for the weather, Simone is eye catching. Her golden brown hair has the same bed head she wears all year round, and stands out in stark contrast to the blank outside with how rich and lustrous each lock is. Her gray eyes with their slight rim of blue whisper so alluringly from behind the thin golden frames of her glasses. If anyone can prove that the sweater look does nothing to hide even subtle curves and everything to make them look more alluring, it’s Simone. She even makes black jeans look a little bit more.

I also might just enjoy that she’s just tall enough that standing so close I have to look up to maintain eye contact. There’s something nice about feeling small. Especially with Simone.

“Oh cut it out, I’m not your favorite artist. I’m way too small time for that.” Some quiet part of me want to tell her that if she posed for me I could make a painting that could make me the most sought-after painter in the country. I keep it quiet only through all of my collective force of will. “But I do appreciate it... And you know I like your wordplay, Simone.”

How someone could not like a woman who uses language so skillfully is beyond me. Given where she works, witch’s teat really isn’t that far off. It does make me think of her breasts, but that isn’t a very far away thought either.

I’m more a fan of her long legs, or the arch of her back, but if she’s going to ask me to think of her tits it does feel a bit rude to refuse. I always try to be polite.

“I’ll just ignore that you can never accept a compliment, like I usually do.” Simone winks, and I try so hard not to squirm like a schoolgirl with a crush on a girl three grades ahead of me. “What brings you back so soon? I’d have thought you were all ready for Yule through Beltane.”

“Well, I’ve been working on a new piece and it just isn’t coming out quite right… so I thought that I’d get some things for a spell. Something like inspiration, or creative awakenings, or maybe just something to cleanse my aura? I’m not sure why, but it just isn’t… flowing. I’ve had to force myself to put any work into it at all, and you know how much my art means to me.” Even if we’ve never spoken outside of this store, I like to think we’ve formed a connection.

I say ‘we’ because I know that I’ve formed an attachment. It would be so much better if it were mutual, but I can’t find it in me to do anything about it. It would be so much easier if she would.

All she’d have to do is just ask and I’d be melting into her arms. She could probably just imply it. I’d take the risk.

Then probably never come here again if I was wrong.

“Hmm. I could probably find something for you. Come on, walk with me?” Simone motions, and I follow close behind with a wave at the proprietress as she comes into view between two shelves. She smiles and waves back, leaving me in Simone’s capable hands.

The strong heady scent of incense helps the store’s warmth reach deeper inside of me as Simone ponders at one candle or another. I probably have everything for a nice little spell back at home, but something about going out to bring in new energy feels more appropriate for the effect I want. Anything I have at home is bathing in my mopey uncertain energy. Here, it’s been soaking in Simone’s. I can’t imagine a better way to be creatively charged.

“Well, these should help… and probably this, too…” Simone sets a pair of yellow candles in my hand, and a stone that I’m pretty sure is an adorable small chunk of citrine. “But you know like… I mean, I work here, so I’d only say this to you, but this is all a bunch of silliness, right? I mean you could burn a black candle and clap your hands, or pop sugar pills. Its placebo, not magic.”

I frown, and try not to let myself actually speak once I realize that I’ve started to open my mouth. If anyone else in a store like this told me that, I’d be going right for their manager. Simone is a special case. She’s lucky I’m entirely too into her.

After a deep breath I shake my head and look down to the citrine to center myself. It also helps me not frown at my crush. “Simone, you don’t need to believe in magic to work here, but you should probably learn how to fake it better. Or at least, not broach the subject like that to customers. I’m here to pick up supplies, not—“

“Look. Allison? I like you. I like you a lot.” Simone’s voice is suddenly so much more intense. Is it wishful thinking to interpret that as flirting? That definitely counts as something I want to hear from her. “So I’m going to let you in on a secret.”

My cheeks are on fire. It isn’t enough to warm my hands still cool inside of gloves that haven’t heated up nearly enough, but I think my cheeks could turn the snow outside into a puddle.

“W-well okay. I can keep a secret, Simone. It won’t leave you and me, right here.” I’m still not really thrilled with her, but she’s worth hearing out.

That thought makes my libido happier, anyway.

“I can do magic. Real magic. Shape reality. Alter it. For real.” If her tone wasn’t dripping with deadly seriousness I’d be snickering or laughing. There’s no doubt in her eyes, and no joking to her tone. Everything about her posture screams seriousness.

Now instead of worrying my crush is a jerk who gives me a hard time for my beliefs I have to worry that my crush may be reality challenged. When I was a teenager the thought of doing magic might have made me think of fireballs or lightning bolts, but I grew out of that. I don’t practice magic now to try being a wizard or anything silly as that.

Lighting candles, chanting, putting energy into the universe is perfectly healthy. Maybe it works. Maybe it doesn’t. I believe in it, and it hasn’t hurt me yet. That’s all that matters, right?

“Look, Simone—“

“No, really. Allison, I can do real magic. All of this stuff, lighting candles, rubbing crystals, writing out runes all over things, it’s all garbage. I could keep helping you buy this stuff before, but I feel bad now. It’s like selling homeopathy or something.” Simone’s face twists up her eyebrows shift down as her lips pull to the side. I can only call the way it feels “apologetic.” “Faith is fine. Believing in something without proof can be helpful. But if you want magic, you need more than pretty rocks and candles.

“Look… come over to my place tonight, okay? I’ll put the candles and the stone on my tab. You can still do your ritual if you want. If it works? Cool. I’ll be happy for you because I like when good things happen to good people. But I know you don’t believe me, and I really don’t blame you. So I’m going to show you. Okay? I promise. It won’t hurt at all.”

Everything about this is sending off loud warning signs. Going to her house for the first time is making me feel short of breath just to consider it. I want that. I really want that. But if she thinks she’s unlocked arcane secrets of the universe is it really safe?

She’s never done anything like this before, and I want to trust her. I want to believe her. Maybe this is her way of asking me out. It’s awkward and a little mad, but she’s hardly normal.

That’s part of what I like about her.

“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll come over to your place tonight, and you can show me this ‘magic’ of yours.” I want to sound open minded, but she really is asking a lot. I smile as softly as I can. To her credit, Simone is trying to not look hurt. It makes me want to believe her more. “But, if you’re full of it then you owe me a free pass to use your employee discount.”

“Deal!” Simone grins and squeezes my hand around the citrine. It might only be a pretty stone, but I’m still going to count on it to give my painting a little boost. “Then just so you can decide not to show up if I sound too crazy, let me tell you how to find my place.”

Even if she was the craziest woman in the world I really don’t see how I could pass up the chance to see what there could be between us. Maybe if she fails spectacularly it’ll help her give up her silly delusions. Helping her grow past this could be the start of a really beautiful relationship. Then we could kiss and cuddle the night away. That sounds like a good way to hope for the night to go.

“Don’t worry, Simone. I may not exactly be on board, but you’ve got me interested.” She grins, and I blush as I try to share the expression. She’s had me interested since the day we met.

I’ve never been so glad I couldn’t make the canvas look like the vision in my head.

2.

It feels a little bit disingenuous to perform a ritual the same day I’m going to let Simone try to prove to me that the magic I practice is fakery, but I do it anyway. A little salt, some chanting, dim lighting to let the candles do their work, and my painting really flows a lot better. The color blending that I couldn’t quite get to feel right before now looks better than I thought between the vista of the mountains and the start of a sunset sky becoming a starry one.

If a little bit of candle magic made my art actually good enough to get me noticed (which would help me accepting compliments like Simone’s) it might make her being wrong a little bit easier. I don’t want to hurt her feelings or anything like that. Right now I’m more worried about her mind.

The bus trip over to her apartment feels like it takes forever. Ice doesn’t try to hold me in place, but the bus is late and the temperature has dropped a few more points. This time I brought my scarf. I can’t have my lips freezing off before I show up at Simone’s.

An eternity in a half an hour later I’m in front of her door and knocking. The bus might have been late, but I’m not. I might believe in Neo Pagan magic, but I’m not silly enough to believe in efficient public transit.

Simone answers the door wearing that same sweater. Her gray eyes are smiling even more now than they were when she first approached me in the store. Either she’s far more confident now or I was right and this was just her way to get me to drop by her apartment. I might be a little upset if that turns out to be the case, but if she’s half as good a kisser as she is pretty I have a feeling that won’t last for long.

“Allison! Thanks for showing up! Come on in, I’ve had the heater on to toast the place up for you. Would you like some hot cocoa? I haven’t made it yet, but I even have plenty of big fluffy marshmallows.” She grins, stepping out of the way as she motions into her apartment.

I follow, and try not to look like I’m gawking. Her place is smaller than mine, not much more than a studio, but it has a warm and cozy lived-in feeling. “Thanks, Simone! It’s just been so cold lately… I don’t mind it like some people do, but I also really can’t wait for February! It’ll be nice to not have to take the bus everywhere.”

It really is incredibly warm. As soon as Simone shuts the door I pull away my scarf and tug off my gloves. She takes my coat with a smile almost as warm as her apartment. The icey tenseness clinging to my bones tarts to fade away as Simone disappears into her kitchen.

With such a small apartment, she’s still close enough to hear even if I can’t see her. “Make yourself at home! I don’t really watch T.V. or I’d say you could put whatever you want on. I’m really more of a YouTube kind of gal these days.”

“It’s really no problem! I came here for you anyway!” I settle into her couch and take in the ambiance. I’m not sure what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t this.

For a woman who tried to convince me to not bother with candles, her apartment does have more than a few of all different colors. Their holders are even more elaborate than mine! I recognize silver, gold, and brass amongst their metals, but there are a few alloys that I can’t begin to guess at. Her walls have a few posters without frames, looking like a teenager’s bedroom more than a grown woman’s den.

Rock band posters. Of course a woman who thinks she can cast magic would be into rock music. I don’t know why, but there’s something about that I find oddly suiting. Though I’m half sure she only has that Pink Floyd poster to have a wall taken up by naked backs in front of a pool.

“Well, you came here to prove to me that I’m crazy… but I do appreciate you having tact! You know I wouldn’t say that to just anyone, right?” Simone doesn’t sound at all bothered by my obvious doubts. It makes me feel a lot better, and less like an intruder. Her couch becomes more comfortable, even if I’m taking it up all alone. “So you can be honest about how you feel. Really. I don’t want you to feel like you need to wear kid gloves with me, all right?”

I know what she means by kid gloves, but I hardly want to handle her like a kid at all. I force myself to laugh loud enough for her to hear in the vain hopes that I’ll stop imagining rubbing latex or leather gloved fingers all over her curves. Without her sweater in the way.

Adult gloves are so much more fun.

“If you’re sure, Simone! I wouldn’t be here if I thought you were unsafe, so you’re at least a safe kind of crazy!” Some of my worries could be obscured by desire, but not all of them.

Right?

“Yeah, I’m not the hurts others kind of crazy, more the danger to herself type, right?” Simone laughs. It’s hard to feel bad when she keeps making the jokes I would if I was a much different person. “Cocoa’s almost ready. I could magic you up a cup, but I can never quite get chocolate right. Something for a New Year’s resolution, huh?”

This really is feeling more and more like “I know magic” was just a cheap pickup line. Does it say something bad about me that it worked so well? I’m not here for the discount.

It’s hard not to wonder why someone magic would work in a store like Magically Yours. If I could use magic I know that I wouldn’t be working retail for sure. Maybe she can’t use her magic to get money? If you could do real magic it seems like there would be so many ways to make a better income. Not that money is everything, but I almost feel bad thinking of an honest-to-Goddess wizard living on less than a middling artist.

Simone sets a large black mug in front of me, and I let myself watch the curve of her back as she leans forward. Watching that elegant arch makes me curious if she has dimples, or just how visible the bumps of her spine are. Which places make her squirm the most from a quick kiss or nip? I should probably put these thoughts off for now, but I’m not the wizard.

Us mortal women are bound by certain physical laws.

“Be careful, it’s still hot.” Simone winks as she sits beside me, her hands closed tightly around a black mug of her own.

“Thank you, Simone.” I lift up the mug to feel the warmth, and to examine it for any runes. Then I remember she explicitly called writing runes all over something foolish. “So, I feel bad for saying this, but… Your place is a little plain.”

Simone stares. Her look isn’t intense, but it doesn’t stop. She doesn’t respond besides to watch me. Her fingers caress the warmth of her mug, but that’s hardly the same thing.

“I-I mean for someone who can do magic, that’s all! It is a little bit… younger… than I would have assumed it looking, but that’s not bad! You’re still youthful, and not that you look to be even in your late twenties its still—“

“Please, please stop, you’re going to kill me!” Simone erupts into laughter, and I can’t find myself able to do anything more than stare. “S-sorry, you just… I had to…”

If she isn’t magic, then she definitely enjoys leading me on too much. If she is magic, then she has a very good sense of humor and I won’t want to be heading home tonight after she shows what she can do. I guess I win either way because even if the joke is on me I’m laughing right along with her.

Curse her infectious laughter!

She clears her throat before blowing cool air over her cocoa and taking a sip. A large marshmallow brushes her nose and makes me ever so slightly jealous. She has such a soft looking nose.

Simone swallows, and a few more giggle escape from her lips. She sets the mug down onto a coaster beside mine. “Sorry! Really, I’m sorry, I should have expected that. You really are too kind and patient to put up with a woman like me. You’ve been quite patient given my rather bold claims… so it seems only fair that I finally back them up. No point in waiting any longer, is there?”

“Not really, no…” I take a sip myself and “Mmmm” at the sweet chocolate taste. The last parts of me that were still feeling cold give up on the act and savor the warmth along with me. “Unless you need some sort of prep or something.”

Simone shakes her head before leaning a little closer to me. Her leg presses flush with mine, and I’m glad that it isn’t skirt weather for either of us. If she’s magic, could she fix that?

It probably wouldn’t be very responsible, but the possibilities make my head swim.

Her gray eyes peer into mine, and I let out a low quiet sigh as I gaze back. I don’t know what I expect to happen. Her eyes aren’t suddenly going to turn red. She isn’t going to take me in her arms and fly us up to the ceiling to make out next to the overhead light.

That gives me ideas for a new painting, but it doesn’t help me keep my libido in check. There’s nothing magic about how much I want to memorize the pattern of blue along the rim of her eyes. Nothing is magical about how much I want to melt my lips into hers and forget why she invited me over.

She raises her hand between our faces, and I see her lips curl on the other side. “No prep at all. Just needed a good idea. I think this should suffice…”

Her fingers snap, and from her thumb rises a flickering green flame. I part my lips to scream in shock, but I can’t make any sounds come. I can’t pull away. The way the flame flickers and dances, more like candle light than something from a lighter, I feel too… weak to move.

Each little shudder of the flame feels like it lines up with the flicker it would make if my words were able to escape. Each breath feels heavier and deeper. I can’t look away. It’s more like… I can’t remember how. My neck feels perfectly fine, like it could move anyway I willed it, but I don’t remember… how to do that. Not on my own.

I know that I used to know how, but when I try to remember how it just slips…

The flame flickers, and I moan. It isn’t just in front of my eyes, its… inside of them. Inside of me. That flame, green heat flickering and… dancing inside of me. I’m trapped, gazing into the flame… and the longer I stare, the harder it is to think, the harder it is to remember…

Remember… what? I was trying to remember something, but it’s…

I moan, my eyes melted half shut. My mouth is hanging open but I can’t remember when that happened. I can’t remember how I got here. I can’t remember where…

“Watch the flame, Allison. Watch it flicker and dance, a pretty green flame for your pretty sweet mind.” Am I Allison…? I moan and nod. Watch the flame. I must watch the flame… It’s in my mind. It’s melting my mind, making it drip like wax, like a candle. I can’t remember what a candle looks like, but the word candle feels like the right word.

Before, when the flame first… appeared? I could see things around it. There were eyes on the other side, a room, something… but now all I can see is that flame. It’s so big, flickering on the inside of my mind’s eye making everything so… fuzzy.

Even the flame is hard for me to see now, easier for me to feel. Easier for me to know. Everything feels so warm, running, slick, only it doesn’t burn like wax would as it slides out of my ear.

Can’t remember what wax is, or where my ear is, it just makes sense to me, somehow. I moan, swaying with the feeling of warmth that shudders inside of me. The flame, that green warm light, moves my arms up over my head. I roll my body side to side, savoring the feeling of being directed. It doesn’t speak with the voice it used before, but I understand what it wants from me. The flame is in control. The flame is in control of me…

The flame is all that there is inside of me. It melted everything else away. No memories, no thoughts, just a green flickering self that dances and shudders. All I have to do, all I can do, is let the flame guide me.

The flame dances between my legs, flicking across tender places that no one else has ever been able to reach. All I can feel is wet dripping heat.

All I can do is obey.

“I think that’s a good enough demonstration…”

Fingers snap, and I collapse onto the couch with a sharp groan. Liquid goo where my thoughts weren’t begins to coalesce. Couch. That’s a long comfortable thing that you can lay back on. Candles are wax around a wick. The flame was coming out of Simone’s hand as though it were holding a lighter, but I saw it. There was nothing in her hand. She made flames out of nothing.

“F-fuck…! Y-you… Your hand…” I moan. My eyes closed on their own at some stage and I can’t really remember why anymore. I just know they’re closed now. Some parts of staring at the flame are so clear, but some of them feel hard to understand.

“Mm-hm. Magic. Pretty basic spell, that one. I didn’t think that you’d lose yourself to it so quickly or I would have tried something else.” Simone’s voice sounds more embarrassed than apologetic. I don’t know how to feel about that. I don’t know how to feel at all right now. Everything feels drippy and slick. “I guess I’ve gotten a lot better at the whole magic thing since the last time that I tried that trick, huh? That could explain things. It has been a year or two…”

Magic.

She really just made magic green flame sprout from her hand without any fuel, or at least nothing that science would call fuel. If chi makes a decent substitute for gasoline… I can imagine shoving my thumb into the ignition and twisting it. That would be amazing.

Does Simone even own a car? Would she need it? She could get free taxi service with a bit of magic like that.

“Sorry, I uhm… couldn’t think of a better way to show you. I can do more than that, but somehow it seemed too easy to explain me lighting candles from across the room with an elaborate tech setup, so…” Simone laughs, and her hands grab mine. With her gentle grasp she pulls me up right, and strokes softly along my cheek. It was a nice thought, but I don’t stay up right for very long. I collapse onto her with a tired sigh. It’s just too hard to feel solid enough to sit up on my own. “Oh wow. I really… really didn’t mean to have quite this effect on you. Just… just rest against me. It isn’t permanent. Promise.”

“I can… kinda… sorry, it’s just… I can still feel that. It was so warm inside of me, like, like… Is that how a jack-o-lantern feels…? Just flickering dancing flames where all of you used to be, mouth and eyes open but seeing nothing, saying nothing, just… feeling… just…” My lips rub together and my thighs clench. Mmmm. “I’ve never felt anything like that before…”

Simone is so warm, too. She isn’t as warm as that flame, but I don’t think that anything could be. If it were I think I’d be melting away all over again. She’s a lot softer than the flame. She smells sweeter, too.

Her arms wrap around me, and before I know it I’m in her lap. She feels so warm under me, too. She isn’t too much bigger than me, but I feel so incredibly small on her lap. In her arms.

Simone.

It’s been so long since I’ve been this intimate with anyone at all, and it feels so easy. I just have to let go and enjoy how she feels. How she smells. I wonder how she tastes…

“Oh wow, that… That was a bit more intense than I had intended. But don’t worry, I’m here for you. I didn’t do that to take advantage of you, I just wanted you to believe me. Not that I blame you for… I would have been worried if I’d said that and you just squealed for me to show you but—“

My lips at Simone’s throat makes the words shudder away from her lips. “Shh… You’re talking too much. I came over here hoping we’d end up in your bed.”

“You… you did?” Simone sounds so surprised it makes me giggle. It also makes me wiggle in her lap, and all the more aware of her thighs. They’re so firm. I wonder what they’d be like to nibble. I nod against her, giving her neck another kiss. “Oh wow. That vibe wasn’t just wishful thinking, then. You’ve really been coming by the store to see me, haven’t you?”

“Mmm-hm…” I nibble, and the moan that shudders through her body makes my pussy quiver. I want to feel that moan between my legs so fucking bad. Or I want to be between her legs making more and more of them. I’m not sure which. Both eventually… It’s really more a matter of which to indulge first. “I do love that store, but you…”

Simone mewls, and the way her body both tenses and loosens against mine drives me wild. “Mmm my own black magic woman. Unless that’s rude to say? Or…”

She laughs with the same rich thickness of before. Only now, it’s twined with arousal. I don’t need to be able to see auras or light my hand on fire to know she wants me every bit as much as I want her. How is she even holding back? I squirm my ass down against her thighs, and the trembling gasp that comes from her lips makes my nipples tingle.

If I didn’t still feel so soupy I’d pin her down and fuck her right here on this couch. It is a comfy couch. I don’t think she’d mind spending some time with my tongue worshiping her and her ass wiggling in the cushion.

Oh I haven’t felt this… hot since I was in college, or high school.

“N-not offensive… There really aren’t colors to magic, but I do love that song… Ooh A-Allison, you need to stop that, you aren’t thinking straight.” It’s still so hard to move, but I manage to move enough to straddle her lap. I nuzzle into her, and nibble at the very base of her neck. I don’t want to think straight. I want to think Simone. “I would totally be into this if you weren’t just… just… Look, this is like sleeping with a drunk girl, it isn’t right, you aren’t—“

My fingers in her hair manage to grasp tightly enough to pull her lips into mine. She tries to speak right up until the moment my tongue is plunging into her mouth. She tries a bit more, but her tongue is too busy rubbing back against mine to do much good.

She tastes so hot, not like the flame, but like warm quivering sex. Did seeing me like that turn her on as much as it has me quivering? I can’t be sure but she definitely tastes like it.

Simone moans into my mouth as her hands find my shoulders and squeeze me closer. Yes! This is what I want! Her, pulling me tight. Her, making love to me like we’re the only two women in the world. Then when we’re done she can use some of that pretty magic of hers to make the afterglow last forever.

Or we can just keep fucking forever. Maybe her magic could make it so we’d never need to stop. Oh that would be perfect.

When the kiss breaks Simone is laying on top of me, her hands pinning my shoulders down so tight. She’s stronger than she looks. I’ve never seen her wear anything that would show it off, but with both of her hands holding me I can barely even struggle. That only makes everything hotter. She can pin me down and I won’t be able to do anything but lose myself in endless Simone-sex. I don’t want anything else.

“O-okay, th-this couldn’t just be from the spell at this point. You’re way too… insatiable. If it was just the magic it would have worn off by now.” Simone’s eyes can’t lie. She wants this just as much as I do. Maybe more. “B-but can we go to my room? My bed isn’t very far.”

I shake my head. No clue where any of this is coming from, but I can’t wait that long. I can’t wait for her to get into another room. I arch up and grind against her as hard as I can. I don’t think I could wait for her to get out of her clothes. Another room is just asking too much. “N-no. Here. Now. Just… N-need you. Please, Simone. I need this.”

“How can I say no to a woman asking me so nicely?” As soon as Simone’s grip on my shoulders loosens I know that I’ve won. With more freedom of motion I reach down to start opening her pants, and then struggling to pull them away. I need her, and I need her now.

It isn’t magic, but it only takes moments for our clothes to fly across her room. I’m glad she didn’t light any of those candles. I’m sure a few of them fell over.

Her pussy presses down against mine, hot, warm, and sizzling. She’s so wet, and together we’re drenched. She feels so soft and smooth against me, her body arching and trembling to find the right angle to rub her needy cunt against mine. My hands hold her hips tight as mine buck and shudder. My hands squeeze so tight, nails digging into the supple flesh of her ass as everything grows more and more white hot.

Green hot.

I can’t feel the flame inside of me, but I can remember how it felt when she spoke. She was the only thing in my world. Just her. Wanting to hear more of her. Wanting to feel more of her. Wanting to obey and let her words fill me up.

Her lips mash into mine, and I squeeze tighter. There’s almost nothing different between how that felt, and how this feels. I want to feel her. She’s my whole warm sweat drenched world. When I scream and start to shake against her, her voice cracks and her arms hold me so tight. Everything urns and tingles and shudders as she trembles against me, kissing me, stroking me until I get to savor the heavy feeling of her body weighing down on top of me.

I don’t want to be anywhere else.

3.

“So. I’m sorry I forced myself on you? But? Your fault.” I have no clue where most of my clothes are at the moment, but I’m not in much of a rush to find them. Sitting together under a blanket sipping cocoa is a lot nicer without clothes in the way. All of her feels so pleasantly soft.

While I’ve more or less recovered from wanting nothing more than to lose myself in my really-magic lover’s body Simone is still flushed from the whole affair.

It’s her turn to be flustered, and my turn to be grinning.

“Yeah, I’ll take credit for that! I don’t really use magic like that very often. It isn’t fair, you know? There’s almost no way to use it that isn’t morally questionable. Sex is obviously right out, even if it’s still just as good.” Simone laughs quietly before taking another long sip. She can get away with saying that precisely because of how hard she tried to fight me off. “That’s really not the kind of woman I am. Or else uhm. First day we met? Because you are too hot for your own good.”

She must have so much self-control to not go around using that trick everywhere she can. If I had that power… I’d try to do the same, but I’m not sure that I could pull it off. It might be hard to use for a free ride on the bus, but to get my art a fancy exhibit, or to save money on supplies…

Thinking about it without my head being a bit gummed up it’s too easy to see the people that would hurt. I’d never be able to be confident in my art, either. Probably for the best I didn’t grow up with green flame hand powers.

Her words do make me blush all over again. I guess it’s more of a shared turn than a complete swap. “I’m not that pretty, but well, thanks. So you can just… do that… whenever?”

“Mm-hm! Just…” She snaps her fingers. Nothing appears over her hand. It takes me a moment to realize the whimper that I hear is mine. “I wasn’t going to do it now, you’re just starting to act like Allison again! But yeah, it’s just a… force of will sort of thing. It’s more complicated, obviously, but yeah. Any time, any place. But it can draw very unwanted attention.”

I can just imagine the sort of people who would love to know that Simone can work magic. Or I can imagine some of them anyway. If she can count that as a parlor trick then the things she can do with effort have to be terrifyingly powerful. Someone with less ethics might view her as competition.

The thought of someone trying to take advantage of or hurt Simone makes me feel so powerfully overprotective. I set down my mug, and wrap both of my arms around her. I’m smaller, and weaker, and I can’t even use magic… but I want to help her. I want to make her safe from that worry. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going tonight. Your secret will stay with me.”

“I know… That’s why I chose to tell you. I knew that you’d respect that it wasn’t something to go shouting from rooftops.” Simone’s strong arms close around me. It’s hard to feel like I could protect her from anything she would need protecting from. “Which I could have told you.”

“Right. I imagine that would have gone over well. ‘Hey, can you come over to my apartment so I can show you some awe inspiring real magic? Oh and you can’t tell anyone anything or risk dire consequences. Oh, and don’t tell anyone where you’re going! Just in case, you should leave a suicide note.’ I think you made the right call.” I gently nudge Simone’s shoulder with my fist, before kissing it much more firmly.

“Point. I think I made the right choice though, telling you. You can still keep on melting wax or whatever you want, and I won’t give you a hard time, but…” Simone smiles, and I smile back.

She couldn’t keep selling me things that she knew couldn’t do what she could do. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. My magical… maybe girlfriend told me her magic secret because she couldn’t keep benefitting from my ignorance anymore.

“Are there a lot of people like you? Witches? Wizards? Do you need to have eight hours of rest or memori—“

“I’m nothing you’ll roll a twenty sided die to determine if you avoid my spell effects, how about that?” Simone smirks. Borrowing from whatever she let loose earlier I win over her smirk with a quick firm kiss. She returns it, and then her hands start to feel along my body in ways that do so much more than the blanket to warm me.

Breaking the kiss is hard when she starts feeling over my thighs, but I am still curious. “So you’re… what then? What do I call what you do?”

Simone pouts when I draw back from her attempt to interrupt my curiosity with more kissing. We didn’t give up after the first shared orgasm. I’m still too satisfied to be that easy to dissuade. “Well, like I said… what I do is magic. Really, all of those words work I guess? But I like sorceress. It’s powerful, but it’s sexy. I like the way it doesn’t make me sound like I should be twenty years older, too. Plus, ‘s’ sounds? Seriously so super sexy.”

I bap her nose gently as I can before losing myself in her lips when she makes another try for mine. “Mmm. Sorceress. My lady Simone the Sorceress. Sorceress Simone.”

There really is something sexy about that. Her name and title. What she can do and who she is. I’ve been bewitched by a sorceress.

“Just don’t say that too loud. You never know, I could have a reputation as a powerful sorceress! Saying my name could bring out my enemies. Obviously, a powerful sorceress like myself is weighed down with enemies. They can’t get enough of my succulent sorceress self.” Simone hoods her eyes, and again she’s on top of me.

The weight of her hips pressing my body down sends shivers along my spine. Her breasts pillow against my chest. Her nipples pressing firmer against me makes my own respond in kind. Curiosity sated, I guess I am easily segued.

“Oh then I’ll have to stay so very, very quiet about where you live, where you work, where you like to be nibbled…” I lick my lips, and savor that I can still taste the warmth of her mouth. “But I might take some convincing if your enemies are really that powerful, and there are really that many of them. If you want me to keep your secret safe from more than just the first druid that beats a walking stick on my door, you’re going to need to convince me I’m getting the better deal siding with you.”

Simone grins, and pushes me down into the couch with her hips. Her arms are strong, but feeling her dominate me like that is something else entirely. I can still smell both of us and remember just how good it felt to give everything I had to her in the afterglow of that green.

If it weren’t still our first night together I might ask for more of it, but I want to memorize everything about her with my mind intact. Maybe it’s a bit quick to say that I’m falling in love with her, but how often do you meet a woman so willing to share her deepest secrets with you? That’s almost as much of a turn on as the sex, and the sex is amazing.

Her voice is a low, husky growl as she nibbles and tugs on my ear. I’m not being dramatic when I let my eyes roll back and a deep throaty moan pass between my lips. “You’re going to side with me, because while I can melt all of you away with a… snap of my finger…” She snaps again, and my body trembles in the memory. She might not have intended to do exactly that to me the first time, but she’s good at paying attention. “You can trust me to put everything back the way I found it, instead of making you walk around naked in a collar and heels as my pretty obedient little slave girl. Though I think you might like that…”

“Ooooh I might… Mmm but you’re right… I trust you. I don’t know what you want from this but I… I want to be with you. I want to be yours, Simone. Please… take me…” I’m not entirely sure if I want her to fuck me or melt me. I just know that I want more of her, so much of her that I don’t know what to do with it.

“And I want you to be mine, my pretty little artist. You know… I really do love your work. Maybe sometime you could indulge my ego, and paint me…” Before I can tell her how much I would love that her lips have found mine again.

More urgently, her fingers have found the inside of my thigh. I moan into her mouth, bucking my hips as she rubs my own wetness along my clit. Even the things she does that aren’t magic are magic. Maybe she’s a sex sorceress, and I never had a chance to resist falling into her bed trap the moment that she first touched me. My fantasies usually aren’t so dark, but I feel safe enough to indulge them with Simone.

I cry out into her shoulder as her fingers so delicately squeeze and rub. Even if it was a joke before, I can’t imagine betraying her. She’s too amazing for that. Even discounting how good she is at fucking me.

“Mmm now, I’m going to show you how I make love to a girl who can give me her consent, without all of that silly struggling and trying to behave. How does that sound to you, Allison?”

“I think that sounds really, really fucking good.”

4.

Sleeping in the same bed as someone else is such a special feeling. The overwhelming sensation of trust was already something I felt as soon she let me in on her secret. It’s still there, but it isn’t as loud compared to how good it feels to be so intimate with another woman again. Sex is important, and fun, but it doesn’t hold a candle next to the feeling of something more behind it.

She’s a heavy sleeper, too. I make a game of kissing her cheek again and again to see if she’ll wake up. Simone does make cute adorable pouting sounds once or twice, but they sound more like dream mutterings than actual signs of waking up.

If she did wake up it wouldn’t be too bad anyway. It’s the wrong time of year for light to be streaming in, but it’s already morning. Our first morning together in bed.

When she finally wakes up we share a couple bowls of cereal, and a shower that is actually about getting clean. It feels like an unspoken challenge. Can I really resist the allure of the Sorceress Simone’s shaven sex?

Somehow I manage, but it isn’t easy. She’s so smooth everywhere, and without clothes to obscure it she’s got a nice physique. More than just fit, but still smooth.

It’s hard to avoid asking a million and one questions about just how Simone’s sorcery works, but I don’t want her to think that’s all that I care about. This was our first night together, not our last. I’ll have plenty of time to talk about that. I want our relationship to be about more than her gift, however it works.

After we’re clean she casts a quick spell to clean my clothes so I have something to go home in. She just moves her hands, snaps her fingers, and my clothes lift up, spark, and fall in a clean heap. That explains why she doesn’t care that her apartment lacks a washer and drier.

“So I’d really love to spend the day with you, but I’ve gotta work today. I know it might seem like a silly job, but sorceress politics are well… I’d rather avoid them if I can, and that means low profile. Low profile, not using too much magic, and staying places where I won’t be recognized. No sorceress worth her salt—if you’ll pardon the really bad unintentional pun—would be caught dead in an occult shop.” Simone smiles as she pulls me into a hug. I squeeze her back as tight as I can, and savor feeling how much stronger she is. “So, Magically Yours is the perfect place.”

“So if you use real magic…” I bite my lip and sag in her hold. “I’m sorry, I really don’t want to make everything about that but you did sort of turn my world on its head. I can’t help but wonder how much is true, how much is true but not in the way that I think it is…”

Simone grins, and presses the tip of her nose so softly to mine. “It’s okay. Tell you what. Tonight, we can meet up either at the shop when my shift ends, or here afterwards, and I’ll tell you everything? I’d be a little upset if this weren’t a big deal for you, but I just don’t have the time to explain this morning. But I promise, most of the world you know? Still right. There’s just more on top of it. Basically. Maybe underneath?”

All I can imagine now are sewers full of women wearing flowing star covered robes with big pointy hats. I try not to laugh, and only succeed because I mash my lips into hers. Mmm. Simone almost tastes like cinnamon. I think I’ll make some cinnamon rolls for our meet up tonight. I wonder what her kisses will taste like then.

“Mm. Yeah, I definitely made the right choice with you, Allison. It’s been kinda lonely, but the company I had to keep… I’m really glad that I took a chance sharing this with you. You’re amazing.” Simone’s thumb strokes my cheek as she holds my face in her hand, and I melt against her.

My eyes flutter. It’s hard not to want to stay like this all day. Maybe she could snap her fingers and I could help her out in the shop all day. I wouldn’t need to think, just follow her around or do what she told me to do…

She might not have meant to have that effect on me last night, but she did. I’m definitely learning all sorts of new things about myself. Isn’t that what love is supposed to do?

“But… if you don’t scoot so I can get ready for work, I’ll have to call in sick. I don’t think Janette would appreciate that. It might not look like it, but even we get packed sometimes this time of year.” Simone grins and kisses me again. “Allison? You there?”

“O-oh. Sorry, I just…” My cheeks burn and I try to play things off by distracting her with another kiss. It doesn’t last long enough for her to forget that I took so long to respond to anything she said, but I still feel energized by feeling more of her. “Just really, really happy. I haven’t felt like this with anyone… ever. When do you get off work…? Walking you home sounds really nice. Maybe a little bit high school, but the good kind?”

Simone grins, whispers the time, and nods as her lips melt into mine again. Even her lips feel like if she pressed hard enough she could overwhelm me and melt me down again like she did last night. I’d be powerless and loving it. It would never need to end, just an endless bliss of her.

I arch against her, and mewl as my body quivers. Her tongue feeling along mine feels like the fire that hovered over her hand. It’s firmer, and so much wetter, but it still burns inside of me.

The sound of my own panting fills my ears when she finally breaks the kiss. My heart is pounding in my clit. “Absolutely sure there’s no way you can call in sick?”

Simone sighs. “There really, really isn’t. Janette is a pretty cool boss, but if I didn’t show up today she’d be sore with me for a month at least. There are more shopping days until Christmas than Yule, you know. Goddess knows I’ll be happy when the sun starts actually rising and setting at decent hours again.”

Pulling away from her takes all of my self-control that I’ve ever had. Once our bodies aren’t together it’s easier to pull on my jacket, gloves, and make myself look ridiculous with a scarf over my face. If it were black I could at least feel like a ninja, but its blue covered with white snowflakes. Are snow ninjas a thing? I wonder if my sorceress can make sure it snows on Yule.

I can think about this more at home, though. And I will be. Pretty much all day. If I could I’d change my painting into one of Simone. Maybe I’ll try to make that the next one.

“Well… then I’ll be seeing you tonight!” I don’t risk another hug as I move to the door. Touching her again can will only lead to us rolling around on the floor. I won’t be able to stop unless she makes me and she isn’t ready to be that forceful with me yet.

“I’ll look forward to it… Take care of yourself, Allison.” She follows me, and rests her hand on the knob after I’m in the hallway.

Our eyes meet. Even if neither of us is ready to say anything it’s a meaningful look that says more than we could put into words. What’s saying “I love you” mean with your lips compared to saying it with your eyes? If things can keep feeling this good between us, I think I’ll give in within the week. I won’t be able to resist letting those words slip and hoping that after being so alone she’s not afraid of a little commitment.

A sorceress afraid of commitment sounds like a bad punchline.

She closes the door after we share a wave, and I start to head back out for the bus stop. If I can make it through one day I get to know all the secrets of real magic in the world around me. That should not be so incredibly exciting, but it really is.

I still want to cast a little ritual for a good night with her, and I think I have some red candles sitting around for it…

As my boots crush snow under my feet I wonder if it embarrasses a sorceress to have a girlfriend who lights candles with carved in runes to wish luck into their relationship. There’s still genuine sentiment under the act, but… It didn’t stop me from burning those candles she helped me grab up yesterday. The citrine is still in my pocket.

Goddess, I was in no way prepared for this.

The seat under the covered bus shelter isn’t covered with snow, but even resting my gloved hand against it makes my arm chilled to the bone. Standing isn’t so bad. I’ve never waited for this bus before, but this time of day it can’t take more than twenty minutes.

“Do you have a light?” A woman’s voice startles me back into reality where no one else knows that there’s anything like the kind of magic Simone can throw about so casually. The world hasn’t changed overnight for everyone else. I turn to see the voice’s owner, and by breath catches in my throat. I’m still very happy I spent time with Simone last night, but I won’t lie and say she doesn’t make me remember how recently I was struggling with my own libido.

Her eyes are a powerful emerald green that make my knees feel weak. Her skin is tan in that way that no one’s still is this time of year. Instead of the salon orange that passes for a tan she looks like she just walked off of the beach as though no one told her that it was almost winter.

Her hair is blue. It has to be dyed, but it’s all the shade of blue that you see on someone’s head when their hair is black dripped and spread until it became the dominant shade. She wears it in a loose ponytail, and it goes with her black framed glasses to make her look all the more intellectual. Her turtleneck is the same color as her eyes, covered with small flecks of gold hidden under her thick but open black jacket.

Everything about her looks like she doesn’t belong, but I’ve always liked that. Maybe that’s what made me feel safe to Simone. I like the special, weird things that don’t fit.

“O-oh, sorry. No. I don’t smoke.” I shake my head with a quiet laugh. “Never have, either. Sorry. Wish I could help!”

It’s hard to imagine the woman actually lighting up a cigarette but I guess it takes all kinds. She smiles anyway and gives me a soft nod before pulling out her phone. I look away, and try not to imagine her on that beach. It isn’t actually cheating on Simone, but I’d like my mind to stay focused on one woman for the day if possible.

Tomorrow this woman can be on that beach and decide getting rid of her tan lines is a good idea and I honestly wouldn’t care. Maybe it won’t be so bad if I give her Simone for some company, and then I’m the only one with any lotion. The funk starts playing all by itself.

“Looks like the bus won’t be here for another fifteen. We have great timing, don’t we?” Her voice is wryly amused. It’s almost like she doesn’t believe in her own sarcasm.

“Yeah… Well, that’s what you get sometimes I guess! I hope you don’t have anywhere to be.” I’ve been there too many times. Maybe she’s just sick of being chewed out at work for having her bus be persistently late? It makes me glad I don’t have to deal with a day job like that anymore.

She shakes her head, and her ponytail cutely sways side to side with her. It’s odd to see a woman with hair dyed an unnatural color pull it off as somehow normal, but she does. She still doesn’t fit, but all of her seems natural for… her. I’m not sure that even begins to make sense. “Oh no. I’m already right where I need to be. I just have about, oh, fourteen minutes.”

I blink. “Fourteen minutes for what?”

“To be done here, of course. It wouldn’t do for the bus to take you away when I have much more important business with you, wouldn’t you say?” She raises an eyebrow just as black as her frames. I blink again, and take an uncertain step back. As sexy as her eyes are I just don’t feel inclined to be close to someone who can casually say something like that.

I don’t feel any calmer when she stands and tucks her phone away.

“Just to make sure I’m only making the mistake I want to make… You were in there spending the night with Simone. Yes?” I’ve never had someone ask me if I was spending the last night in someone’s bed and make it sound like there was a bit of dry wit to the question. She’d sound appropriate with a British accent, one that makes her sound educated but also like every word was dripping with silent laughter.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but it isn’t any business of yours who I did or didn’t spend last night with, all right? I think I’m just going to walk to the next stop if that’s all the same to you.” She smirks, and I start to walk away.

There isn’t a day where I would have time for this.

The next thing I know her fingers are twined with mine. Her fingers rub my hand, and before I can rip it away or scream, all of that goes quiet. Quiet. So… quiet…

“You will keep walking. Smile, like you’re happy to be with me. You don’t want anyone to suspect that anything is out of place.” Each of her words thrust deep between my eyes, making them cross as I moan. Her hand holds mine so tight.

I squeeze back and let a dreamy form itself with my lips. I fall into pace with her walking, and even slouch against her to feel our shoulders touch. I don’t want anyone to suspect.

“You won’t pay attention to where we’re going, just on letting my hand guide you along.” Instinctively I try looking to a sign, but my eyes move away all on their own. In my head it feels like a net is wrapped around me, and held in place by her hand. I squeeze tighter, and feel the net shudder around me.

Even if I wanted to pull my hand away I couldn’t. She’s caught me, and I can’t break free of her net. It’s so strong, and it squeezes just tight enough to cut into all of my most sensitive places.

I don’t even know her name and I’m letting her take me who knows where. Any time that I might recognize where we are or some landmark in the distance it becomes blurry and indistinct. Her net squeezes me tighter, and all I can do is groan inside of my own mind. My lips won’t make any sound that might draw attention. I don’t want anyone to suspect anything is out of place.

She pulls me into a building, and I follow without a second, or first thought. I can’t even tell which floor she presses in what must be an elevator. It’s just a big blur of buttons. One of them lights up, but I’m not even sure if it’s in the middle or on the top. It might be on the bottom.

My mind feels so sore, like it’s been thinking too long about too many hard things and it just wants to curl up and stop…

“Did you know you’re very good at following orders? If I didn’t know any better I’d say that Simone made you that way.” If she knows Simone and can do this to me with just a touch then she has to be a sorceress too.

Her question was rhetorical, but it gives me an opening to reply so I take it. “No, Simone didn’t want to make me helplessly obey. I wanted it more than she did.”

“Oh my. Simone did always have a talent for finding pretty women of the right mindset even when she wasn’t trying. Maybe I can fulfill that need for a little more… structure… in your life. Not that you have a choice.” She smirks and starts to unlock the door. Her hand pulls me in, and I hear the door lock and an odd chime like buzzing sound that precedes a heavier thudding sound so much like the deadbolt if it were a hundred times its size.

She releases my hand and…

For just a moment I want to scream. It wells up inside of me like a geyser, but before it can explode she holds out her empty palm with her fingers pointed towards it, and when her fingers point out…

Concentric rings of light form in her hand, twisting and spinning in three different directions. I can’t look away. I have to keep watching as the rings change from three to six, and then nine. They’re all so many different colors, bleeding from one ring to the next, spinning from one ring to the next, twisting, pulling some part of me inside and bending it with each revolution, each twist, each little spin.

They’re just so… sexy. Perfect. I’ve never seen rings so soft or smooth, and I’ve never felt anything pulling and stretching my mind through like some sort of loom. All of my mind is just cheap fabric, being tugged and made so helpless.

“That’s a good girl. Just watch the rings spin. Feel the rings bend your mind over and over and over again. Your mind is so weak, and it wants this. It needs this. You were already a slave, just waiting for the right spell to bewitch you and strip you of every choice but obedience.” Her voice is so much huskier now, and the rings are so much closer. I can barely see the outside ring, but I can still feel its lazier, slower movements pulling parts of my mind where it wants them to go.

My jacket falls to the floor, but I can barely understand that’s the sound I’m hearing. My scarf joins it, and so do my gloves. My pants fall over my boots, and I shiver as the rings pull the cold out of me and shimmer a soft white for only a moment before regaining their prismatic hue.

“Take off your top. Mm. Better yet, lose all of your clothes. There’s so much more magic we can work without anything in the way, and you do want so much of my magic. You said so yourself.”

I don’t remember saying that, but then I… can. All of my other memories are so blurry, but that one is clear. I asked for her magic, because I wanted it. I wanted this… Needed this…

The rings move to make it easier for me to remember how clothes work. Without any other thoughts in my head it’s so easy to take off my clothes so quickly. My nipples feel so stiff, my pussy feels so wet… The rings let me feel that so easily. Feeling how wet this makes me lubricates them, makes them spin faster, pull harder…

“Just as I said. Simone does know how to find pretty, susceptible women. Mm. Where do I start? I think by making this experience more ‘hands free’.” She laughs, but I don’t get the joke.

She doesn’t seem to mind, but I can’t see anything past the rings. I don’t need to see anything but the rings…

Her hand presses into my forehead and… the rings. Like a translucent overlay, they’re in front of everything now. I can’t look away, because anywhere I’d look they’d be there. They’re in my eyes, spinning, twisting, dancing…

My thighs shake as my pussy stains them. It feels so good to be trapped in her spell. I wanted this. I asked for this. It’s everything I wanted it to be!

Her hands stroke over my cheeks, and I can see her green eyes vibrantly through the rings. I would do anything that she said. Anything at all. I don’t know how to want anything else. I need her to tell me to do something, so I can fall to my knees and show her how obedient I am!

“Shhh. You don’t need to whine. I’ll be making good use of you all too soon. I just like to… inspect my new acquisitions. I probably won’t keep you after I have Simone, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get plenty of use out of you first.” She strokes down along my neck, along my shoulders… feeling me. Pressing, squeezing… Her fingers are so strong with such a precise touch, and just as soft.

Her fingers trail down over my breasts, squeezing at my hips before feeling my thighs. They quiver apart as the rings tug harder. I groan and arch my hips, reveling in how lewd I’m being in front of a woman that hasn’t even told me her name.

Then she’s inside of me, feeling me with those long soft fingers and all I can do is squeeze around them and drip. I’ve never felt so turned on before. All I am is a dripping, warm pussy that needs her to use me.

“Very, very receptive. You’re going to be my tool. Tell me your name.” I start to speak, but her slick fingers press over my lips and I let them silence me. “No, no… Better yet… This should be much more fun to watch. Never do anything you can do better with magic instead, you know. That’s a rule that I love living by every day of my life.”

Her fingers pull back from my lips and press to the center of my forehead. They’re so sticky-wet with my juices, and they stay that way all the way down my body until they’re back at my nether lips again. She taps out a pattern against my clit, and then thrusts her fingers inside of me.

The rings spin and align, filling my vision before it turns white. All I can do is shudder and clench as pleasure burns hot through every part of me all at once.

Her fingers wiggle inside of me, and I cum over them harder than I ever have before. “Allisoooooon!”

“Very good! Allison. A cute name. But it isn’t what I want you for. I don’t want you for the doubtlessly lovely personality full of love and light.” She pulls her fingers out of me, and slowly licks them clean. “Mm. You do have a lovely taste, but it isn’t even that. I want you for your obedience.”

Her lips mash into mine, and my taste in her mouth makes me feel so helpless. The rings twist and spin faster behind my closed eyes with nothing else for me to see. She’s so powerful. All I need to do is obey.

“So it’s time to get you all nice and ready, because I’ve been waiting far too long for this. It’s time to prepare you, Allison.”

Her finger taps the middle of my forehead, and the rings expand until there’s nothing in my head but them, powerful and solid, no longer spinning, just a solid wall. I feel my knees hit the floor, and then I don’t feel anything at all.

5.

I’m on a bed, but it isn’t mine and it isn’t Simone’s. I’m naked, and laying on my back. I can’t remember how I got here, or why I’m still here. But I can’t get up. I must stay here, and…

A crystal dangles in front of my face, and I moan with how beautiful it is. Quartz, or something like it. So clear. So perfect. The shape looks immaculate, like something out of a book instead of something you would find in a store. I’ve never owned a crystal pretty as that. I’ve wanted one, but never…

“This, Allison, is a very important crystal. You’ll know why soon enough, but for now all you need to know is there isn’t another exactly like it in the whole world.” A woman’s voice that sounds so familiar whispers into my ear, but I can’t remember where I know it from.

Won’t remember. Don’t need to remember.

I moan and stare at the way the room’s dim candle light is caught in the crystal. It looks prettier and prettier the longer that I watch it. I don’t know how it does that, but it’s so enchanting. I want to watch it swing and spin in place forever. Spinning makes me think of something else, rings, but I can’t remember how I could have seen rings like the ones I want to remember.

They were spinning, but then they were spinning me…?

“That’s a good girl, Allison. Let your mind wander. If you need to think anything in particular, I’ll let you know. You’re doing such a very good job.” Her fingers stroke my cheek, and then tug my nipple before twisting so hard I scream.

The longer she twists, the louder I scream, and the more the crystal starts to turn blue. It’s such a familiar color, but so hard to focus on with how roughly she’s twisting. Feels soo good…

When she finally lets go she flicks me with her nail, and I let out another cry. I want more. I don’t even know what it is that I want more of, but I want more of that. I need more of that, so badly. The thought of more makes my pussy so wet and my clit twitch.

Must obey. Want to obey. Don’t need to know why. Better to just obey.

Pretty words shudder into my mind, and I accept them. I remember how good it felt to feel Simone melt away my mind. I would have done anything that she asked. I wanted her to ask for so many things… Didn’t need a reason. If she was here right now and told me to do anything I would, imagining it was because of that green flame.

The crystal twirls delicately, pulling the candle light inside of itself as it turns more blue. It’s almost the same color as my eyes.

“You see, if I put any magic inside of you, Simone would be able to smell it. Even with how mundane she’s become, Simone is too magical to forget that. So I can’t fill you up and send you out as my mindless golem. Though wouldn’t that be so hot?” She purrs, and rubs her fingers along my slit. My thighs shudder apart and I nod as I moan. Words are too hard.

“I’d send you out wearing nothing but strips of parchment covered with imbued runes, clutching these nice subtle curves of yours. If you tried thinking, they’d just glow and remind you what you had to do. It’s almost a shame how ineffective that would be. Perhaps I’ll keep you, and make you my little golem once I have Simone.”

Simone.

She wants to do something to Simone. Being wrapped up in her control sounds so hot, but she wants to hurt Simone. I remember how she sounded before I held her so tight, and whine as loud as I can. “L-leave her alone…”

She laughs, and the crystal lowers closer to my face as her fingers slide inside of me. The crystal turns more blue and I… I can’t… can’t remember… can’t… what was I…?

“There, that’s better. See, I can’t just fill you up with a whole new obedient Allison. Even making little cuts into your mind would be too dangerous.” She sighs. It’s not a sad sigh. More… tired. Her hand swats my clit, and I yelp before bucking my hips. “So if I can’t fill you up, I can do the next best thing. It’s still just as potent. More, really. It’s so much easier to empty magic out.”

Magic… There were so many questions that I wanted to ask Simone about magic. About her. It’s so hard to remember what they were. The crystal is almost touching me, and the closer it gets the more everything is so… so…

Hard to…

“So I’m going to cut a piece of you out. A piece of your soul. That’s what we’re doing right now. Filling up this pretty little crystal with a shard of you. Your essence. Whatever you want to call it. The quintessential Allison that can’t be broken down into smaller pieces.” She sneers, and flicks between my legs with the very tip of her nail. I whimper, and she does it again. “Under normal circumstances anyway. It takes something very special to peel a soul like a grape. But I’m very special, so it’s nothing that I can’t handle.”

She’s so special! It’s so much easier to believe her words than it is to form… new… thoughts… Trying just makes the crystal more blue. It’s such a pretty, pretty blue.

It looks almost just like my eyes…

“With this little piece of you around my neck, there’ll be something stronger than magic willing you to obey. I’ll be wearing your force of will like a trophy. I’ll be wearing who you are. Doesn’t that just sound so inescapable? You’ll be less than a woman wrapped up in magical bondage. You won’t even be a whole woman at all.” Her lips press into my cheek.

White bursts in my vision and I scream as my pussy shudders and stains the sheets. My thighs can’t stop shaking and quivering. The very tip of the crystal presses down, pressing into my skin and…

“Don’t you worry. It doesn’t hurt at all to lose your soul. It feels fantastic.” I didn’t know I was worried, but it’s so easy to stop as soon as she tells me to.

Warmth pulses and throbs between my eyes where the crystal presses into me. It doesn’t hurt at all. It’s like suction inside of me, pulling, tugging, like a clit that I didn’t know I had that is so sensitive from so many years of neglect.

I scream, until it gets harder and harder to scream. So hard to scream, to shudder… So hard to buck my hips as my pussy drools so wantonly. So hard to do anything at all but watch the crystal turn more and more blue as it makes such brutal love to my mind. I don’t want it to stop until everything’s gone and the crystal is such a solid blue.

“Once it’s done, I’ll tell you what you believe. I’ll tell you what you remember. With you in my hand, you won’t have any choice but to obey. Even from miles and miles away, this little shard of who you used to be will keep you in line… and you’ll love it.”

“Loooove it!”

I cum again, this time between my eyes where that crystal presses. It feels like some part of me opens up and just oozes out into it, and then all of the tension in my body is just… gone.

I blink and stare at nothing. I breathe. I lay still. No reason to move. No desire to move. No… will… to…

A blue crystal pulls away from me, and I can feel it when the chain its hanging from has it settle right above her breasts. I can feel the heat of her body, the pulse of her heart throbbing in mine. My heart beats to feel hers throb in counterpoint. My mind exists to fuel the ideas that her mind wants me to have. My body exists only to do as she wills it.

I belong to her.

“Now, Allison. We only have a day to teach you everything that you need to know to carry out my will… so we’d best get started, don’t you think?”

My heart flutters, and I nod enthusiastically as I can. It hurts my neck, but I ignore the pain. All that matters is that I serve. All that matters is that I be pleasing to her. I want to carry out her will. If we only have a day, then I will make that day count more than ten could for anyone else.

“Yes, Mistress! I live to serve you! Please, tell me what you want me to know, and I will obey!”

Her lips mash into mine. For a moment the feeling of the crystal against my chest awakens feelings. Desires. Thoughts. Ideas. But then the cool golden chain tightens around all of them. They might have been mine once, but all that I am is hers. All that I am to be, is for her.

Feeling her lips is enough to send me screaming over the edge again. She didn’t command it, but her passion is so powerful. I can’t resist it. I can’t fight it. I don’t want to.

She draws back with a smirk on her face. She’s so powerful. I’m so fortunate to be owned by such a powerful woman. “Oh, and there are so many things for you to learn. So many things for you to obey. But I think we’re going to start by putting your mouth to work between my legs. You’re going to be such an obedient little fucktoy while I plan out your lessons, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress! Anything! As long as you want! You only need to ask and I will obey your every desire! I live to serve you!” It brings tears to my eyes to express such powerful truths.

Her hand strokes my cheek, and soon her hand is replaced by her thigh. I slide my tongue between her folds, and savor the heady taste of her lust. Her smell is so strong it takes me a moment to remember to use my tongue after I inhale.

“Forget everything else but my pussy, slave. Until I tell you otherwise, you live to please my pussy. There is no world for you outside of my pussy. There is no other pussy. Not even your own. Just mine. And you will serve it as long as I desire.” Her words become my truth, but before I can confirm or tell her anything at all her pussy is rubbing against my mouth and I forget how to use my mouth to do anything but pleasure her.

Time has no meaning in the depths of her cunt. There is nothing but the trembling walls of her sex, nothing but the need to give her pussy my everything until she tires of it.

I suck, kiss, nibble, lick, everything that my mouth can do. I move my tongue inside of her like I would my fingers if my hands still weren’t pinned by… by… something. It’s unimportant, only a distraction from serving my owner’s desires.

Her nectar flows, and I lap and suckle it up each time more eager for her taste than the last. I can feel her hand stroking and rubbing the crystal, and it makes that place between my eyes throb with pleasure that I’ve never felt from anything else. Even with my eyes closes and my tongue buried deep inside of her I can feel her nails along the hard smooth surface. My mind spasms, but my mouth doesn’t hesitate.

All that matters is pleasing her, serving her, as long as she desires it. I never want anything else.

“Mmmmoooh… St-stop, Allison. That’s… that’s quite enough. I think that’s all that I can take for now. Should make it easier for me to focus on your training and not keep pulling your head between my thighs. There will be plenty of time for that after I can have Simone there alongside you.” She pulls away, and my vision brings the rest of the world back into focus.

I think I came, but I didn’t even feel it. That part of me just wasn’t there. I wasn’t anywhere but between her legs. I shudder and clutch at the sheets.

“Kneel.”

Without a thought I fall from the bed and kneel where she points. It feels so good to obey, especially when her tongue slides along the crystal and I can feel it in the empty crevice hidden between my eyes. She’s wearing a piece of me around her neck. It feels so… so good…

“Now, you’re just a normal woman. No magic aptitude. No chance of learning the first thing about the arcane at all. You would be just another replaceable woman, if not for Simone’s interest…” She lifts my chin with a single finger and I groan. “But that’s all that I need you for. So for this one day, you’re going to be perfect.”