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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Solstice Magic (tg)
Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 07:10:09 -0500
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Here's my holiday story.  It's a short one, but I hope you enjoy it.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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SOLSTICE MAGIC

She went naked into her sanctum in the attic.  What she had planned 
for her husband would require some time to execute.  If she started 
right away, she'd finish just after dawn, perfect for her purpose. 
The silver circle with its specially designed runes painted around 
its edge was ready.  She took the proper candles and put them in 
their proper places.  When everything was ready, she lit the candles 
and began chanting.

While she was working, she heard her husband walking around the 
house.  She had no worries about being interrupted; he knew better 
than to even knock while she was in her sanctum.  She continued her 
work without pause.  As the first light of the day came streaming 
through the window she uttered the last syllable of her incantation. 
The magic exploded from her, and she fell forward, temporarily 
exhausted.

A few seconds later, she heard her husband cry out, "Holy crap!"  She 
smiled and stood up.  She was still a little shaky on her feet but 
was quickly recovering.  She went downstairs to see the results of 
her handiwork on her husband.

She found him in the bedroom.  Gone was the handsome, brown haired 
stud that her husband used to be.  In his place was a lusty wench 
with platinum blond hair and enormous tits standing in clothes that 
were designed for someone almost a foot taller.  The new girl was 
rubbing her hands over her new body, apparently reveling in her new 
body.

She called out, "Enough!  I didn't give you that body for the purpose 
of your entertainment!  I gave it to you to please ME!"

Her once husband looked to her and started, "Emily-"

She cut him off, saying, "Quiet!  Did you really think I wouldn't 
find out about that trampy slut you were cheating on me with?"

He tried to protest.  "Darling,-"

"QUIET!  You will speak only when I direct questions at you, and you 
will say nothing that isn't a direct answer to my question. 
Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now get out of those clothes, Steve.  No, that's no good any more. 
 From here on out, you'll just be Wench.  Understand?"

He started to remove his clothes.  "Yes, ma'am."  After he was naked, 
he stood there with both nipples and cock erect with excitement.

Emily ordered, "Get down on your hands and knees, crawl over to me, 
and lick me out."  The recently renamed Wench slowly went to the 
ground and crawled over to Emily.  He reached up and grabbed his 
wife's buttocks and buried his face in her crotch.  He licked and 
nuzzled her until she screamed in orgasm.

After she came down, Emily said, "Very good, Wench.  Expect to do 
more of that before dawn."  She walked to the closet and got a bunch 
of large shopping bags out.  "I made a trip to the store to prepare 
for your changed state."  She pulled a thick, leather corset out of a 
bag and tossed the now empty bag aside.  "Stand up tall and hold your 
arms straight up."

Wench did as ordered and Emily pulled the hourglass shaped tube of 
leather onto him.  She tightened it as tight as she could, causing 
him to whimper, "Too tight."

She just angrily said, "Silence, Wench!  I did NOT give you 
permission to speak!"  Then, in a softer voice, "I built your current 
body.  You can handle it."  He nodded, and she finished the job of 
cinching him into the corset.

Once she was finished, he looked more like a fantasy doll than any 
kind of real person.  His waist seemed shrunk to an impossibly small 
size.  His breasts were exposed but supported in such a way that they 
were thrust out to the world.  Wench saw himself in the mirror and 
slid his hands down his body sensuously.

Emily slapped his hand.  "Take me more seriously!"  She got another 
bag and pulled out a pair of panties.  They were cheap cotton things. 
She considered them for a couple seconds, then tossed them into the 
garbage.   "I think you will go without."  She then got out a pair of 
silk stockings and handed them to Wench.

He took the stockings, rolled them into doughnuts, and pulled them up 
his legs, securing them to the straps hanging from the bottom of his 
corset.  He then asked, "Is this good?"

"Is this good, MISTRESS," Emily corrected.

"Is this good, Mistress?"

"It's passable."

 From the bottom of the bag, she pulled out a shoe box, opened it, and 
took from within a pair of "slut shoes," red with six inch heels. 
She handed them over, and, with real fear, he asked, "Can I actually 
wear these?"

With no emotion in her voice, she simply said, "Of course."

He put the shoes on and took a few steps, gliding like they were 
flats.  He asked, "Magical balance?"

"Shush!  I have not given you permission to speak."  She took the 
last bag and got out a maid's outfit.  It wasn't a real outfit; it 
would never stand up to the rigors of real housework.  It was fetish 
gear, a few scraps of well stitched together silk that would barely 
cover his corset and crotch, and would allow the tops of his nipples 
to peek out from the top edge.

When she handed it to him, he meekly accepted it and stepped into it. 
He had to lie on the ground and wriggle a lot to get into it, but he 
finally succeeded, only to find himself unable to get up since it was 
so tight on him.  He stretched his hand out to Emily and asked, 
"Little help?"

"Little help what?"

"Little help, Mistress?"

Emily took his hand and pulled him to his feet.  "Don't expect a lot 
of help, Wench.  I remade you so that you could serve me, not the 
other way around!"

"Yes, ma'am.  How may I serve you?"

"Start by cleaning up in here.  Do a real good job and I may reward 
you.  Make sure you polish all my shoes and refold all my clothes."

For hours, Wench did as Emily commanded, taking time to scrub most of 
the house.  At the end of it, his outfit was definitely worse for the 
wear, but had managed to hold up surprisingly well.  An hour before 
sunset, Emily finally said, "That's enough!  Upstairs, Wench!  Back 
to the bedroom!"  With a surprising amount of energy, Wench bounded 
up the stairs, his breasts bouncing seductively, with Emily following 
close behind.

In the bedroom, Emily whipped out a knife.  Wench remained very still 
as she cut the outfit off of him.  After setting the knife aside, she 
got behind him, reached around him and took his breasts in hand.  She 
joggled them in her hands, eliciting a lusty moan from him.  Leaving 
him excited, she reached down and unsnapped the stockings.  She then 
undid the corset and pulled it up and off of him.  She tossed the 
corset aside, took his dick in hand, and led him to the bed.

She lay him down on his back, saying, "Kick your shoes off.  I don't 
want to get poked by your heels."  Wench quickly knocked her shoes 
off onto the floor.  Emily then got onto the bed, straddled his head 
and lowered her crotch down to his face.

Without being asked, he immediately started licking Emily's cunt. 
She moaned in pleasure and took his breasts in hand and rubbed them. 
His dick, which had never gone soft all day, twitched with the need 
to be touched.  Emily looked at it, watching it vibrate for a few 
seconds before leaning over and taking it in hand and sliding it into 
her mouth.

The two 69-ed each other for a while until Emily got up, spun around, 
and lowered herself onto his cock.  Wench wrapped his arms around his 
wife nd crushed their bodies together.  They moved together, 
eventually flipping over into the more classic missionary position. 
Wench lifted his body up just enough for his breasts to brush Emily's 
as he pumped in and out of her until they orgasmed together.

Laying in the afterglow, the last light of the day streamed in 
through the window.  As the last light from the setting sun touched 
Wench, his body shimmered and he transformed back into Steve once 
more.

Emily snuggled up to her husband, looked up into his eyes, and said, 
"Merry early Christmas, love."

Steve looked back, said, "Happy solstice, darling," and kissed her. 
"Y'know," he continued, "you started pretty good, I almost believed 
that you really thought I had cheated on you, but you didn't really 
get the whole Mistress pushing me around thing."

"Well, I did try, but you know that's not really my thing."

"I know, and I love you for the trying."  After kissing her again, he 
asked, "Hun, do you ever resent this, using your magic to just play 
out fantasies with me?"

"Of course not.  I've only got enough power to do a transformation 
on the Summer and Winter solstices, and my spell won't last past 
sunset, so giving my husband a way to safely indulge a few fantasies 
as an early Christmas gift brings both of us joy."

"I love you."

"I love you, too.  Want to give me an early gift?"

"Sure.  What would you like?"

She got up and straddled his abdomen.  She reached back and stroked 
his legs.  "Leave these stockings on for me.  I'm really getting to 
like you when you dress up."

Steve smiled and pulled his wife's face down to kiss her.

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All comments, suggestions, etc. may be sent to me at jrdss@pobox.alaska.net
I can be reached while online at ICQ# 37222294

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