Loving a Witch - Complete
By Tigger (tigger@alices.com)

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. (MF, com, tg, furry, ws, fantasy)

Author Notes:

So many have said that they have missed parts... I will 
try it this way. I cannot, I am afraid, email responses 
since my email does not handle attachments. For those 
who have received all the parts already, I apologize 
for the repetition.

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.


Chapter 1
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My wife is a real witch. Now, I know every man, at one 
time or another, calls his wife, significant other or 
girl friend a witch. Usually, it happens after he's had 
some kind of fight with her and is thoroughly pissed 
off at her. In my case, it is simply a matter of fact. 
My wife IS a witch. A card carrying, hocus-pocusing, 
spell binding, shape shifting, and oh-by-the-way, 
gorgeous witch. Normally (if anything about this 
relationship can be normal) I call her my Enchantress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When she let me in, I opened my mouth to start speaking 
and I never got a word out as her open hand slapped it 
shut again.

"You dog!" she screamed. "You sneaky little dog. 
Couldn't get it up, could you? Well you won't, not ever 
again unless I say you can, doggie." Suddenly, it 
seemed as if Melie was growing, fast. The world started 
spinning and I tried to catch myself with my hands, 
only they weren't hands. They were furry little paws. 
Cloth fell over the top of me and the world seemed to 
go black. Giant hands reached in and pulled me out of 
the confining mass and up into the air. Melie lifted me 
to her magnificent breasts. She was huge. She carried 
me over to a door mirror and made me look into it. What 
I saw made my heart stop. There was Melie, holding a 
Pekinese dog, that is, holding a Pekinese dog where I 
thought I was. I tried to speak and heard my words come 
out as "Arf, woof woof, bark."

This was serious stuff. I was terrified, in shock. This 
had to be a dream, a very bad dream, and I kept trying 
to wake up. She carried me over to the couch and 
settled me down on a hassock. 

"Sit!" she commanded. Of it's own volition, my doggie 
bottom went down and I looked up at her sitting over on 
the couch.

"You belong to me, Jeremy, literally and completely. I 
will not tolerate this type of behavior." she told me 
earnestly. "We will make love when I decide the time is 
right and you have earned the privilege. I am the only 
woman you will ever make love to again. Now, you have 
to pay for this transgression so it won't ever happen 
again. I suppose you screwed up because you're horny. 
Males are like that," she sighed disgustedly, "But you 
were doing so well. Oh well, maybe we'll find you a 
nice French poodle in heat this weekend, would you like 
that, boy?" I barked what I hoped was a very negative 
bark. Whatever she had done to me, I wasn't ready for 
that.

She demonstrated her control over me by putting me 
through a complex set of dog tricks and obedience 
commands. My terror subsided as I obeyed her commands. 
I guessed that obedience to her commands was part of 
whatever it was she had done to me. I spent the weekend 
as 'Jay-jay' - beloved pet. I slept on the rug in her 
bedroom, ate dog food, begged for table scraps, played 
fetch and did my sanitary business outdoors on a leash. 
It was Saturday evening when she explained what was 
going on. 

"It's really quite simple. I am a witch. I saw you in a 
dream and you are going to be my mate. But, I was 
lonely. I am tired of being so alone. It is hard being 
different and having no one to share with, so I've 
decided it is time to take you in hand. You are mine. 
Damn it, Jeremy, we would have made love this week, but 
you had to muck it up. Just so you understand, you are 
under an enchantment that makes you look like a dog. 

"It also gives you the instincts and the reactions of a 
dog. You would go for that sexy poodle if we found one. 
You would not be able to resist her. One sniff and 
instant doggie hard-on. Just to make things easier for 
me, you are also an obedience trained dog, but you 
still can reason and think like yourself, so you'll 
remember this lesson. I'm not sure that I will release 
the obedience part of the spell. Might be handy." She 
gave me a mischievous smile.

"I will tell you, though, that part of the enchantment 
protects you from anything bad while you are under the 
spell. So if you got away from me, chasing that poodle, 
and ran into a Doberman with a bad attitude, the magic 
would protect you from being hurt.

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

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

And, poof, she was gone. She just vanished in front of 
my disbelieving eyes.

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


Chapter 2
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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 
marriage 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 everywhere. 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 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."


Chapter 3
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Alone. I was alone with only my thoughts as company in 
her bedroom. I am normally distinctly ill at ease alone 
in such a blatantly 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 my knees four feet in front of the door. 
With one last deep breath, I bent over to touch my nose 
to the floor, crossed my arms up behind my back and 
settled myself to wait.

The position was deceptively difficult. I found that 
holding my upper torso in that position put strains on 
muscles that I did not expect to be strained. My lower 
back, in particular, bore the brunt of the off balanced 
load caused by my arm position. 

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

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

My first sensation was one of scent. It was her 
perfume, but she was wearing much more of it than 
usual. Something bumped my forehead and something else 
touched my nose. The scent of fine leather mixed with 
the heavy, flowery smell of perfume. My eyes were shut. 
Laughter threatened to bubble up at that realization.

I stifled it quickly. Enchantress would not understand. 
Opening my eyes, I saw that it was Enchantress' booted 
instep that bumped my forehead when she had slid her 
left toe beneath my head.

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

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

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

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

"Good boy, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" She 
sounded like a trainer trying to gentle a skittish 
animal. Maybe, that is what I was. "Well, it is the 
easiest thing you will face today." Her foot 
disappeared from my limited view. Her hands started 
stroking and squeezing my arms, legs and torso. She 
made comments about my configuration and muscle tone. I 
felt like a horse being viewed before an auction. "Not 
bad, Jeremy, but not quite good enough. You are not 
meeting your physical potential. I think we will send 
you to aerobics and weight training. I don't think you 
get out of your lab enough." 

Her hands moved to my buttocks. "Spread your knees 
wider, Jeremy. No, more than that." I spread my knees 
as much as I could. The reason for this became 
immediately obvious as something slippery probed my 
asshole. I inhaled sharply as the it slipped into my 
virgin butt. Involuntarily, my head came up off the 
floor as my back arched in an effort to escape the 
intrusion. Her voice immediately answered my motion. 

"Jeremy, you were told to keep that nose on the floor. 
That's a penalty."

What was a penalty?

What did that entail?

Enchantress hummed softly to herself as the thing in my 
butt gently slipped in and out, in a slow, even, 
fucking rhythm. "You are very tight, Jeremy." Her voice 
sounded very disappointed.

"If I'm going to have any fun with this little toy hole 
of yours at all, we'll have to work on stretching it 
out. It's all I can do to get just one of my fingers in 
there. You really are making this very difficult for 
me." I felt strangely embarrassed at being such a 
difficult subject.

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

"Yes, Enchantress."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jeremy?" her voice called me back from my sudden spurt 
of fear. She was sitting on the bed looking at me 
carefully. She WAS watching out for me. Okay, I told 
myself, relax and enjoy this. It is what you want. It 
is your fantasy, after all. I nodded slightly and her 
mobile mouth smiled slightly enroute to a look of bored 
disdain. "I told you to follow me. Get over here. That 
is another penalty." 

I settled before her and waited. She removed something 
from the belt. "Recognize this?" Of course I did. It 
was my dog collar. I answered affirmatively and told 
her what it was. She handed it to me to put on. When it 
was on she stood with two other collar like straps, 
shorter than the collar, but fur lined. She stepped 
behind me and bound my wrists in behind my back with 
them. They were comfortable, but unmovable.

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

"Very well." She said, reclining onto a pillow and 
spreading a legs to show her beautiful pussy, "You may 
begin, now."

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

As I had planned, it was fairly easy to keep 
Enchantress strung out. I kept moving my tongue around, 
hitting all of her hot spots, but never long enough for 
any of them to lose sensitivity.

What I had not planned on, again, was the stressful 
nature of my position. I could not use my hands to help 
support my weight. My neck was arched back to get to 
her cunt lips, and the only thing holding me up were my 
back and stomach muscles. Muscle-deep discomfort was 
starting to distract me. I refocused my mind on 
Enchantress, trying to use her to blot out the 
quivering of overtaxed muscles. 

I held out as long as I could. Finally, I knew that my 
body was about to give out. I had no idea of how long 
we had been at it, but I wanted her to come, I needed 
to make her come. I launched a full frontal attack at 
the very tip end of her clitoris and all hip motion 
ceased. Her hands locked even more tightly to my hair, 
pulling my face more forcefully into her hot, wet cunt. 
Her thighs locked hard to my head, tightly compressing 
my ears to my skull. 

I fastened my lips around her clit, sucked it 
forcefully into my mouth, and held it gently with my 
front teeth and wire brushed it with the hard point of 
my tongue. She erupted, nearly unseating me from my 
perch. I held on for dear life, licking and kissing, 
trying to extend her pleasure to the fullest. I 
continued to lick gently at her over stimulated flesh, 
now trying to soothe her. She remained quiet for 
several minutes, her eyes closed and her breath coming 
in pants. I shifted down onto the floor, settling down 
to kneel by the bed and take the strain off my poor 
muscles.

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

I wondered when she had found the presence of mind to 
check the clock. Had she even bothered to check the 
clock? "All right, Jeremy, this will be your first 
formal spanking. Up on the bed. Now assume the position 
you were in when I arrived, only spread your knees as 
wide as you can. Excellent." My ass was about at the 
same level as her waist. The exaggerated spreading of 
my knees made my ass cheeks feel as if they were 
separated, too. My cock and balls were hanging 
downward, swinging freely. 

"Now, you will count every stroke, Jeremy. An uncounted 
stroke doesn't count and will be reapplied until you 
count it. I will use this paddle for your spanking."

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

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

"You did not count the third stroke, Jeremy, so it does 
not count. Ask me to repeat it." I could hear a smile 
in her voice. I did as she directed and felt the fur 
stroke me again. I counted three, then requested four. 
It was a real paddle strike on my left cheek, a little 
higher than the first. The entire spanking went this 
way: two strikes, one per cheek, followed by a furry 
massage of my sex. 

About half way through, the intensity of the strokes 
increased noticeably and I started to really feel the 
burn of the spanking, but it was sort of nice. There 
was some pain, but I was becoming more excited by the 
stroke. I also missed counting more than a few of the 
furry strokes so that they had to be repeated. All in 
all, the pain was not registering much on my overheated 
senses. It felt hot, sexy, exciting. Combined with the 
furry attentions, I was as hard as I had been the night 
she put me in the cock restraint.

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

I awoke to find my hands free and Enchantress beside me 
on the bed, holding my balls, loosely, in the palm of 
her right hand. When my eyes fully opened, she drew me 
into a kiss that almost set me off again. 

"You will learn to control yourself in the future, 
Jeremy." Each word was punctuated with a squeeze on my 
scrotum that stopped just short of pain. She could have 
hurt me, and wanted me to know that she wasn't going 
to. "Rule number four is that you only come when I say 
you may. But, for tonight, you get a reprieve." She 
kissed me again, squeezing me one last time, this time 
hard enough to make me arch into her kiss. 

"You did well, Darling Jeremy," the release words! It 
was over and I had made it! "You did wonderfully. I 
thoroughly enjoyed myself. And I know that the crop and 
the whip frightened you, but you kept going. You 
trusted me. That's why I wore those implements. So that 
you would see that you could learn that you can trust 
me. I want you to be a little anxious when we play, 
Jeremy. It's part of the power trip. The S&M would not 
be nearly as exciting if you weren't just a little 
scared." She kissed me again. "You were frightened, but 
you gave me your trust." She kissed me so deeply and 
thoroughly, I started to harden again. "Thank you, 
Jeremy, for that gift of faith and trust."

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

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

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


Chapter 4
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Dominance and Submission was not the only game we 
played - regular loving with Melie was wonderful, too. 
We shared a varied and fun-filled sex life. One 
evening, Melie came into the bedroom and found me 
reading "Glory Road" by Robert Heinlein. I was 
fantasizing about one of the bit characters the hero 
encounters, an alien humanoid/feline female with a 
total body, silky fur pelt like a cat or a mink. The 
thought of making love, fondling and cuddling with such 
a creature just tickled at my brain and other erogenous 
zones. Seeing the bemused look on my face, Melie asked 
what I was thinking about. I showed her the passage in 
the book and she said that it sounded sexy to her, too.

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

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

On our wedding night, Melie caught me again. She 
magically linked minds with me. Anything that one of us 
felt was felt by the other. I felt her pussy tightening 
about my shaft at the same instant I felt 'my' pussy 
grip 'her' cock. I was feeling myself make love to her 
and feeling how it felt to made love to from her 
perspective at the same time. It was overwhelming. 

My body tried to ejaculate anytime either one of us 
came. Melie's response was to go multiorgasmic. 
Therefore, so did I. The only problem was that males 
are not equipped to come that often, that hard or that 
quickly in such a short a period of time. I started to 
hyperventilate from the exertion. I felt like my 
testicles were being sucked inside out. It was an 
amazing evening, but not one I am ready to try again 
for awhile.

Sessions under the instruction of my Enchantress became 
more intense and more demanding. She wanted to explore 
more difficult tests and harder scenes. I complied to 
the best of my ability because it was a gift I could 
give her. Eventually, I was able to take a fairly 
strict strapping without calling a halt. I admit that 
taking her strap is not the most fun thing in my life, 
and I did use the safety word during a couple of the 
earlier sessions, but eventually, I learned to handle 
most of it. Melie learned what I could not handle. 

Melie's assertive, dominant nature finds expression in 
these games and she loves taking charge and making me 
squirm. I found self pride in fulfilling all her needs 
and, besides, she always made the loving very special 
after a session in which I really pleased her.

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

She beamed at me, clearly pleased with my response. 
"Jeremy, remember that I'm a witch and what I can do. 
You aren't limited to normal birthday requests, you 
know." I nodded that I knew, but for the life of me, I 
could not think of anything I wanted that I did not 
have. She crinkled her nose at me. 

"You are just being difficult. Tell you what, I'll be 
your genie. You get your birthday wish granted." She 
folded her arms in front of her like the Barbara Eden 
character in "I Dream of Jeanie", (it was a much more 
interesting position when the 'genie's' tits are bare) 
and said, "Speak O' Master, and tell your faithful 
servant your deepest wish."

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

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

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

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

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

"I know what I would like for my birthday wish." I 
announced over coffee and a desert of cheese and fresh 
fruit. She looked up at me, expectantly. "I want to 
have the chance to turn the tables on you for once. I 
want to tie up that gorgeous body of yours and then 
play and make love with you all night long." 

Melie's eyes went huge and round and her mouth opened 
and shut, twice, as the impact of what I said I wanted 
to do sank in. I waited, watching carefully for any 
sign of a truly negative reaction to my statement. In 
all our time together, Melie had never expressed the 
slightest interest in turnabout, so I did not know how 
she would react. If I saw that she was adamantly 
opposed to the idea, or if I thought she was frightened 
by the concept, I intended to withdraw the wish.

She was silent for what seemed like minutes. She just 
sat there, looking at me, looking into me, studying me. 
I felt like shuffling my feet, like an adolescent who 
had just asked a girl out on a date for the first time. 
Say something, anything, even go to hell, but say 
something, I thought. Then her face cleared and she 
grinned up at me. 

"All right, Jeremy, I will grant your wish." With that, 
she selected another cheese morsel and ate it 
thoughtfully. It was at that moment that I recalled 
that the genie in the Arabian Nights did not always 
give the wisher exactly what he thought he was asking 
for. Well, Melie said she would do it and she would, I 
was sure. I hoped. 

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

I selected my toys with care. Nipple clips, the 
gentlest pair we had, a full face mask leather 
discipline helmet, complete with gag, blindfold and 
earplugs, our fur lined wrist and ankle restraints, 
small powerful vibrators for her pussy and ass and 
various chains, spreader bars and straps were carefully 
set aside for my night on top. I rigged a hook in the 
bedroom ceiling from which I could connect a pulley 
block. I set aside her crop, but that would mainly be 
for show. I bought a supply of incense and ordinary 
candles to set the mood. 

I made frenzied love to Melie all that week, the image 
of her helpless to my touch firing my performance. She 
responded to me just as violently, giving me hope that 
the fantasy of it turned her on as well.

**

Two nights before my birthday, Melie decided that we 
should abstain from making love. She wanted to wait 
until my birthday to resume our lovemaking. "We want 
you in fighting trim two nights from now for your 
wish." That did not stop the sneaky little devil from 
giving me the most intense sensual teasing of my life. 
I was tempted on several instances to start my birthday 
early and toss her down on my bed for a little rape 
fantasy, but I didn't. 

I wanted that evening to be perfect for both of us, 
too, and so I took her teasing in stride. Besides, I 
knew that Melie was getting hornier by the minute, the 
same as I was. Teasing goes both ways when you both 
want what's being dangled in front of you. It's just 
that the hard-on she delighted in giving me did tend to 
throw my stride a wee bit out of kilter.

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

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

She was dressed in the minimal and highly fetishistic 
attire I had left for her. She had the mask and gag on, 
although they were not tightened, the wrist and ankle 
cuffs, a 5 inch wide leather belt that fit snugly about 
her waist and a pair of five inch tall high heeled 
shoes that she had worn once for a session and then 
relegated to the back of her closet. Her hair was in a 
long shaggy pony tail that came out through a ring in 
the top of the helmet. 

It seemed to burn like white fire in the glow of the 
candles against the stark black leather helmet. I moved 
around behind her and tightened the various straps and 
buckles. I wanted all the restraints as tight as 
possible without endangering her circulation. She 
squealed when I tightened the gag, so I quickly 
loosened that one notch. As I said, my goal was not 
pain.

I put a snap-ring between the wrist straps, locking her 
hands in front of her. After helping her to rise, I 
guided her to the pulley rope I had hanging from my 
newly installed ceiling hook.

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

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

I awoke, rather surprised to find that I had not fallen 
to the floor or been transformed into something else. I 
still had fingers that I could wiggle. I was standing 
upright, but I could not see. I fought down panic and 
tried to figure out what happened. My mouth was packed, 
I was blindfolded and the only thing I could hear was 
my own breathing and my pulse. My hands were restrained 
above me and my legs were spread by some type of 
restraint. 

My devious beloved had used her magic to free herself 
and then put me into the same bondage I had just 
finished applying to her. I remembered the "Arabian 
Nights" again and I remembered the exact wording of my 
wish. Just like the genie in the book, I thought, as 
long as we made love all night long, she was fulfilling 
the letter of my wish. I had tied her up, she just did 
not stay tied up.

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

I was sweating very hard, especially in my groin. I 
could feel moisture gathering, then trickling down on 
the inside of my thighs. I could smell Melie's perfume, 
mingled with the leather of the discipline helmet. She 
had to be close for the scent to be strong enough to 
clash with the leather. I felt her fumbling with my 
blindfold. My vision cleared as a figure moved into my 
field of vision. And my heart nearly stopped. There, 
standing in front of me, was ...>ME!<. I mean, there 
was Jeremy and he, I mean I, I mean, oh hell...

Jeremy was holding a mirror in his (my?) hands. In the 
mirror, I saw Melie, dressed as I had ordered her to 
dress, restrained as I had restrained her. Realization 
hit me and I shook my head in denial. Melie's head 
moved in the mirror in sync with the movement of my 
head. The long ponytail that she had left hanging 
through the top of the helmet swung violently back and 
forth to the motion of the head in the mirror. 

I felt that hair sweep across my back and shoulders 
even as I tried to deny the obvious. Melie had somehow 
switched my mind into her body. A quick look at Jeremy 
told me all I needed to know. There, on my face, was 
Melie's grin. The grin that meant she had gotten away 
with something and that I would not get away without a 
toll to the Enchantress, or was it the Enchanter, now? 
A high pitched squeal of dismay leaked around the ball 
gag in my, I mean, Melie's mouth in, oh my god, Melie's 
voice.


Chapter 5
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"Hello, Jeremy-girl." I heard my voice say, "Do you 
like your wish?"

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

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

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

Breath tickled my nose. I opened my eyes to see my face 
inches from my face, I mean, Melie's face inches from 
mine. She planted tiny, pecking kisses on my face and 
then moved in for a demanding, deep, possessive kiss. 
The gag came out and in went her tongue, hot, wet, 
inquisitive. In that moment, I knew that Melie's spell 
had imposed feminine responses to match her feminine 
form on my psyche. My toes literally curled and my eyes 
went shut again in response to this dominating 
masculine possession of my mouth and lips. My eyes 
snapped back open as something hard poked at me in the 
groin. 

Melie was going to fuck me with my own cock. Her hands 
gripped my buttocks and lifted me onto her cock. The 
heat of that instant, the incredible, indescribable 
feeling of my body separating, accepting the intrusion 
of another body, assailed my senses. I screamed with 
pleasure or outrage, I don't know which, but in the 
next instant, my body short circuited. Control of my 
body, of my breathing left me. Only movements that 
achieved closer contact with, deeper penetration by the 
hot, intruding shaft in my body had any importance and 
were the only movements I could make. I remember my 
last coherent thought was that this was the approach of 
feminine orgasm and that I wanted that more than 
anything.

I did not get there.

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

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

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

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

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

The whipping stopped and my arms dropped. Melie had 
released the pulley rope. I was unbalanced and fell to 
my knees, which was what she had wanted because the gag 
was immediately replaced with my, I mean, her cock. I 
was sucking off my own cock. I was surprised. I never 
got this hard, this soon after an orgasm. I guess Melie 
was really turned on by the uniqueness of the male 
perspective in sex. Well, she was not the only one who 
was turned on by the differences. 

To my own amazement, I was sucking a cock and loving 
it. The taste was salty, tangy. Somewhere in my brain, 
I realized that tangy part of the flavor was pussy 
juices from when she had fucked me. The other, saltier 
taste, well, that came from the lovemaking, too. It 
wasn't the first time I had tasted semen. Melie liked 
to share after she had loved me orally.

The texture of the shaft in my mouth fascinated me. It 
was hard, yet still soft, too and it had a velvety feel 
on my tongue. I felt the first slight twitch against my 
tongue that meant her orgasm was imminent. Melie 
groaned as I intensified the suction of my mouth, 
running my tongue side to side on the sensitive 
underside of the penis where I knew I was particularly 
sensitive. Melie was not the only one who knew what 
turned her own body on. Would she feed me cum from my 
balls? Her hands gripped my head firmly and somewhat 
jerkily pulled me off her rampant cock.

"Easy does it, Jeremy-girl, you and I have better 
things to do with that. You do show real talent as a 
cock sucker, though. We will have to remember that in 
the future."

She unclipped the snap-ring between my wrists, and with 
the pulley rope still connected to one of the cuffs, 
pulled my arms behind me, reclipping the cuffs. The 
rope became taut again, pulling my arms up and forward 
over my head; forcing my head downward to the floor. I 
was now on my knees, bent over at the waist, my bottom 
displayed prominently in this position. I felt her 
settle behind me and spread my knees. The cock slid 
back into me from behind, deeper than before. Hands 
reached around my waist to fondle my hanging breasts, 
teasing at the nipple clamps and tickling at my ribs. 

I tried to speed the motion, deepen the penetration, 
but I was frustrated by the relatively strict bondage 
position. I could not shift my body forward without 
extreme tension on my shoulders and arms and Melie had 
my backside firmly in her grip. A hand crept down my 
stomach to rest momentarily on my pubis. Clever, 
curious fingers started teasing all around the core of 
sensation. Then, without warning, those fingers zeroed 
in directly on my hot little clit, where Melie had only 
teased before and I shattered. I shouted my triumph as 
I spun dizzily into glory and darkness.

**

I awoke to find the helmet gone. Melie had evidently 
carried me over to our bed. A quick review of my 
position revealed that Melie had added her own added 
touches to my original bondage gear. I was on my knees 
with my bottom forced prominently into the air. My arms 
were pulled between my legs and were snap ringed to the 
cuffs on my ankles. Cuffs had been added to my legs and 
arms just above my knees and wrists, respectively.

These were snap ringed together, right knee to right 
elbow, and left knee to left elbow. That little 
variation ensured that I could not lover my bottom or 
roll over. What ever she had planned, my ass was now 
very well presented for it.

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

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

Melie's tongue left me. Her fingers slid out my bottom 
as her cock entered the sopping wet depths of my pussy. 
I bit hard into the pillows to keep from screaming 
again. "Seems I got ready again quicker than I thought, 
Jeremy girl." She thrust several more times then she 
left me. I was bouncing out of control, my bottom 
bucking in search of something that was no longer 
there.

Melie gripped my hips firmly to stop my gyrations, but 
instead of reentering my cunt, she separated my ass 
cheeks and settled her cock at the small, puckered hole 
hidden between. She thrust hard and the head popped 
inside the tight sphincter. I squealed like a baby 
piglet from the unexpected pain of her insertion. I 
fought her entry, but to no avail. Melie in my body was 
stronger then I was in hers. 

The entry felt like a massive bowel movement, only in 
reverse. I remembered my training under Enchantress and 
tried to relax, to use deep breathing to help me accept 
the intruder. Her voice came to me from behind and 
above me, "I did promise you something more filling 
back here, remember, Jeremy-girl?" I did remember; I 
just never thought that it would be my own penis.

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

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

The world went dark.

**

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

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

I woke up at about four AM, unable to go back to sleep. 
Melie was still sleeping off the ravages she had 
inflicted on her body (I guess there is some justice in 
the world) and I did not want to wake her. Truthfully, 
I did not really want to talk to her.

I got out of bed and padded down to the kitchen to brew 
a pot of coffee and decide what to do, if anything. I 
sat drinking coffee, trying to come to grips with what 
had happened to me the night before. On one hand, it 
had been a truly incredible experience. I had truly 
been, well, ravished, sexually, as a woman. The 
feelings and sensations had been inconceivable and 
indescribable, but in all honesty, it was an experience 
I knew I'd like to try again sometime. And I had 
learned things about Melie's body, about what felt good 
to her, that I would have been years learning by trial, 
error and patient instruction.

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

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

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

"You agreed, yes," I drew out the word speculatively, 
"You did agree. You agreed because you had already 
decided to do it your way, hadn't you." I barked the 
last out accusingly. She flushed and looked guiltily 
down at her coffee. "You'd decided right from the start 
not to grant the intent of my wish. Well, let me tell 
you something, witch lady, I don't want to have to take 
a course in classical rhetoric to communicate my 
desires to you. 

"I will not write down what I want to say to you and 
analyze it beforehand to ensure that I have accurately 
and precisely stated my desires. I want to be able to 
trust you to be honest with me. If you cannot or will 
not fulfill my wishes, then just tell me. Don't look 
play with loopholes and then pretend that you are doing 
what I want."

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

I considered for a moment. What would I do? "I probably 
would trust you still in a session, but I don't think I 
trust you with your magic. Your impulsiveness scares 
me, sometimes.

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

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

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

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

"What you are saying is that you did not trust me to 
make it sexually exciting for you, to make it fun and 
safe for both of us. You're saying you do not trust me 
as you insist that I trust you. Well, it is going to be 
a cold day in hell before I ask for anything again." 

I gave her a dark look and walked over to the sink to 
pour the coffee down the sink. The sun was coming up. 
"I'm going to go to the lab and get some work done. I 
guess one advantage of this is that I don't have to 
take any time off to recover. You dished out the 
punishment and you are going to have to live with the 
discomfort." I walked to the room to dress. I pulled on 
my clothes and went out for a walk to think.


Chapter 6
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I returned a couple of hours later. I had worked 
through my anger. I was still disappointed. Hell, I had 
been really looking forward to making her squirm, but 
that would pass, too. Her car was still there in the 
driveway. I went inside and then straight to our room 
intending to go make up with my wife.

Inside our bedroom, a soft sound behind me caught my 
attention. I turned around to see Melie in the doorway, 
kneeling in that first position she had taught me; the 
one I had asked her to be in for the scene I'd planned 
for last night. She spoke without raising her head from 
the floor. "I owe you a wish. I am ready to accept 
whatever you demand of me to meet my commitment to you 
and to make whatever restitution you feel is warranted. 
I love you. I need your love and your trust. This is 
the only way I can think of to start undoing the 
damage. I trust you completely and I renounce my powers 
in the context of our relationship until you forgive 
and trust me."

I told her to stand up and to come and stand in front 
of me. God, but she was lovely. She had washed her face 
and brushed her hair till I could almost see it 
crackling. She was beautifully naked, a walking, 
breathing symbol of feminine perfection. And she was 
offering it all to me, without limit, without 
reservation. I had already forgiven her when I had 
started back home from my walk, and I never did really 
stop trusting her, but this was an opportunity I was 
not going to pass up. The trick was to play while not 
aggravating any of her existing hurts. 

My scenario from last night would not work today. Her 
poor nipples would never take even the slightest 
teasing without hurting her further. I racked my brain. 
Then, a fleeting memory from the previous night, of how 
sensitive Melie's skin was and another memory of where 
it was sensitive. I grabbed Melie and kissed her as 
hard as I could. I put a bolster, one we kept for the 
purposes of watching late night television, in the 
middle of our bed.

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

The salve was stored in the drawer where Melie kept her 
favorite toys for bedtime games and tests. I saw the 
looped black silk stockings Melie liked using during 
her more sensual bondage games. In a flash of 
inspiration, I snatched up the mass of black silk and 
moved to the bed. These would be much better than the 
leather cuffs I had used the night before. I slipped 
the loop of a stocking around each of her wrists and 
ankles, then wrapped the loose ends around the 
respective posts of the bed. 

Once the stockings at the head of the bed were tied 
off, all I had to do was pull the ones at the foot of 
the bed up snug and my tall, sleek love would know the 
sensual helplessness she had treated me to on several 
occasions. Melie continued to acquiesce without comment 
to my quiet requests as I got her positioned and 
restrained. I had her gently spread eagled; able to 
move about a bit, but unable to get loose or to close 
her legs. The bolstering up of her bottom made her 
whole backside and pubic mound available for my 
attentions.

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

I went back into the bathroom and stripped down. After 
careful thought, I put on a jockstrap with a cup, then 
an exercise all-in-one jumpsuit. I then put on a heavy 
duty belt that would make getting out these tight 
"cover alls" very difficult. Melie had bought these 
execise togs for me when she started me going to 
aerobics classes at the health club and thought the 
outfit was particularly sexy. It also prevented me from 
easily relieving my own needs because the jumpsuit 
design would prevent ready access to my cock. I opened 
the salve and warmed some on my hands. 

The salve was an anesthetic and antiseptic analgesic 
cream. Very gently, I laid relatively thick layer of 
the cream over her ass cheeks and let the analgesic 
warmth start to penetrate into the injured muscle 
tissue to loosen them up. Then, I began to carefully 
massage around the periphery of the bruises, gradually 
moving into the more colorful areas. Melie shifted when 
my hands started moving and then purred in her throat. 

Obviously, this was not what she expected, but she is 
such a sensual creature that I was getting to her 
already. She tried to arch her back and was reminded of 
the black silken bonds holding her in their soft grip. 
She tried to scoot her legs up under her only to find 
that movement denied her as well. I just kept gently 
massaging the analgesic cream into her rump. 

"Jer..e..my." My name came out as stretched out 
syllables. "What are you doing to me?"

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

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

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

I moved to her ribs and then down to her wonderful, 
ripe breasts, kneading them and stroking them 
alternately and then, gently at first, and carefully 
avoiding any further tormenting of the hardening tips. 
Melie was groaning and sighing in pure pleasure from my 
ministrations. 

Finished with the parts of her I could reach in her 
current condition, used one of her fluffy bath towels 
to remove the excess oil. I then went to work, gently 
grooming her pubic mound, trimming her bikini line and 
gently massaging in more of the mint scented oils. By 
now, I had been working at this for over an hour and a 
half and Melie was arching like a cat to every touch. I 
got up and walked to the door. I went down to the 
kitchen to make a snack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We refreshed ourselves with the wine while I let the 
edge of Melie's arousal dull a bit. I went back to 
work, teasing her orally, kissing her in particularly 
erogenous parts of her body, the instep, the back of 
her knee, the junction between the thigh and the 
buttock (where it wasn't bruised), between her shoulder 
blades and behind her ears. All the places I knew from 
experience and from last night were especially 
sensitive. Each time she got so stimulated she might 
cum any second, I broke off and offered her wine. 

In all, I played with her for about four hours. She was 
getting frantic for an orgasm. I was sure the whole 
neighborhood could hear her alternately begging me and 
cursing me.

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

Melie really lurched at this. I thought the stockings 
were not going to hold. "Jeremy, No, not that, I'm 
already over stimulated." This was new and interesting. 
Melie was practically squealing in protest at the 
thought of this new game. 

I sat down in the chair next to the bed. I picked up 
two long feathers from the head of the bed. Melie 
watched me fondle them in my hands and almost went 
berserk.

"Tell me, honey, can you cum just from a good 
tickling?" She shook her head, pleading with me to 
stop. "Well, you know the safety word. I will still 
honor it as I trust you to honor it when you play with 
me. Say the word, Melie, and it is over right now." I 
smirked as I remembered another first time. "Say the 
word and I win." Melie's eyes went wide and black with 
fury.

She shook her head fiercely. I had challenged Melie 
with the same words she had challenged me with at our 
first session. She obviously remembered them, as I did, 
and was determined not to give in to me, determined 
that I would not defeat her.

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

"Nooo, Jeremy, Noooo." she howled between laughs, 
giggles and squeals.

"You haven't let me pee, stop, please."

I remembered the night Melie had surprised me with a 
golden shower when I had been tied to the bed with 
those stockings. Since that night, all of our beds had 
rubberized sheets to protect the mattresses. I'd have 
to change the bedding, but so what. I went straight at 
Melie's pee hole and at her clitoris, tickling with 
feathers in both hands. Melie was yelling for me to 
PLEASE stop. I reached up to her and lightly brushed 
one of the feathers against the hard points of her 
nipples. It was all it took. 

All motion in Melie's body stopped for one, two, maybe 
three seconds and then she arched, twisted and bucked 
like a champion bronco pony, all the while screaming 
and peeing herself wet. The orgasm, so long delayed, 
lasted a good twenty seconds before she even started to 
come down, all the time trembling in her continued 
need.

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter 7
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That scene and Melie's demonstration of trust went a 
long way toward healing us. We trusted each other again 
and, later, I was finally able to convince her that I 
did truly forgive her. We went back to our previous, 
less than normal lives. One change, though, was that 
Melie realized she thoroughly enjoyed "bottoming out" 
every so often, while I enjoyed the opportunity to work 
my "evil will" on her helpless body. Enchantress still 
played a lot rougher with me than I did with Melie, but 
I discovered that a very warm, spank-pinkened bum made 
my lovely wife a very excited and exciting bed mate. 
The sensation of her squirming on my lap as I delivered 
said spanking did wonderful things for my arousal level 
as well.

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

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

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

She mumbled something into the crook of my neck that I 
did not hear. I asked her to repeat it. "I'm pregnant, 
Jeremy." Joy flooded into me. A baby, a little green 
eyed, silver blond girl like her mother - I loved her 
already and told Melie so. 

"But you don't understand. Our child will be like me, a 
witch. She'll be smarter than most kids and very 
precocious and she'll have to be watched every minute 
until she learns to control her powers and herself. 
I've been so careful, Jeremy. I wanted you to get used 
to me and my powers first, so you'd know you could 
handle the little something extra our child will have. 
I've used my magic to prevent conception when we make 
love. It's been very hard because I want babies, but I 
wanted to be fair, too. I just don't know how it 
happened."

I lifted her chin and smiled at her. "Trust me, love, I 
am as ready as I will ever be. Can we keep trying until 
we have at least of couple of each?" She blinked at me 
like she was trying to believe me and then smiled, 
nodding tearily. 

"As for how, that's easy. You gave yourself a birthday 
present, only you did it on my birthday."

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

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

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

Of course, the baby decided to come in the middle of 
the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, Melie said it would be an adventure.

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