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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 its 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 height 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