A Witching Mistake (PM with interest)

[Bengal52]

Samuel Torshen dodged quickly through the door, just barely avoiding getting soaked. The drops of rain were just starting to fall but all the signs pointed to this being a huge storm that would last for a couple of days. Several students could be heard cursing out the weathermen who had decreed clear skies for the next week. Samuel couldn’t blame them or the weathermen. The weathermen should have been able to predict such a huge storm coming in, yet they had missed it completely. Samuel had checked the weather map on the school site and there was no bad weather over the USA this morning. Usually, major storms like this could be seen for a day ahead most of the time.

Samuel was a biology student so he had studied weather in physics. He had come to college to learn all he needed to be a vet. This was his fourth year and he was already accepted to the vet school two hours away for the following fall. This was to be his easiest year. Samuel hadn’t done much for sports, since he really wasn’t built for them and he never really was accepted by his peers. Samuel had only had one girl friend and she had dumped him after a year. That had been hard but he was over it now. Since then, he had avoided even private tutor sessions with a single female student in anywhere but a very public place. That had caused problems but he had worked them out.

He happened to be coming back from one of those sessions with a girl now. They had met in the library in the busiest section. He had barely been able to work with her but she did now have a better understanding of biology, at least enough to pass her exam. It was that he had just helped her that came to his mind as he was crossing the lobby to his dormitory.

Suddenly, there was a huge flash of white light around Samuel and he fell to the ground dazed. Or at least he thought it was ground until he his hands caught him. His fingers soon found it too soft and smooth for the rough carpet of the lobby. In fact, it felt much more like a very comfortable bed, tho all he saw around it was silk that seemed to be unmoving. Then he looked down, finding himself bare of clothes, from head to toe. He glanced around again, barely hearing a voice swearing out there. “Damn it. He was supposed to be the perfect sex slave and what did I get? He’s obviously not that, radiating all the unused sexual energy, in fact he seems to be more like a fuckin’ geek. Damn it all to Hell!” This was followed by a series of curses.

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Meanwhile, back in the lobby, everyone stood stunned. One of the best students in the college had just been struck by lightning. His clothes and school equipment fell to the ground by the window, straying from the fall slightly because of the stiff wind blowing in the open window.

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OOC: This will be a distinct RP. I’m looking for a dominating woman to play the part of the witch who just accidentally kidnapped Samuel. She will be up to the RPer as to her details but please pm me to join in. Thanks.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

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Suddenly, there was a huge flash of white light around Samuel and he fell to the ground dazed. Or at least he thought it was ground until he his hands caught him. His fingers soon found it too soft and smooth for the rough carpet of the lobby. In fact, it felt much more like a very comfortable bed, thou all he saw around it was silk that seemed to be unmoving. Then he looked down, finding himself bare of clothes, from head to toe. He glanced around again, barely hearing a voice swearing out there. “Damn it. He was supposed to be the perfect sex slave and what did I get? He’s obviously not that, radiating all the unused sexual energy, in fact he seems to be more like a fuckin’ geek. Damn it all to Hell!” This was followed by a series of curses.

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OOC: Hetta
Age: Ageless
Heigth: Pefect for whatever size of her partner
Weight: Perfect for whatever size of her partner
Skin: Flawless
Hair: Depends on her mood
Body: Again, everyman's dream
Occupation: Witch... Hetta is loud, bossy, eccentric and clumsy, always making screw ups with her spells, but it is NEVER her fault. She can on her good days, transform her body to the perfect woman's or disquise it to the oldest, arthritus riddled woman ever seen.

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Hetta stormed off, leaving the geek in the room, “Crap!” she muttered. Continuing her litany of phrases, as she stormed down the hall. “All I wanted was to get that spell right, now I'm stuck with that. . . that.. ohhhh,” rolling her eyes, blowing the almost white hair from her brow. “What am I going to do with him now!”

Waving her hands, doors opened ahead of her, slammed closed behind her, servants scurried out of her way. The spell book was yanked from its place on the shelf, thrown down onto the table, using her finger she pointed to the chair and it immediately came towards her. She sat down, opened the book and read. Her finger flipped the pages, her hand propped on her cheek, as her hair slowly changed to soft brown. It calmed her to read, to become one with her books, now she absorbed the words, trying to find where she had gone wrong.

“Ahhhh,” shaking her head, she leaned back. Thoughts rolled through her head as she realized what she had done. “Oh, well. I'll train him, that was the assignment, so I'll do it. I won't like it, but I will.” Hetta looked up as the door to her room opened and she saw her trusted aide come in. “Look here.” She called him over, “Doesn't that say weak not meek?” Her eyes locked with his as she waited for his reasoning as to why the book was wrong.

“Well, milady...,” his voiced stopped short as he saw a few strands of the soft brown curls, slowly begin to fade into white. “It obviously isn't your fault, but the fault of the translator that we got this book from.” Taking the book from his mistress, he held it close to him, “I'll just take it away and have it looked over page by page, and make sure it is all correct in wording.”

Waving him away, Hetta muttered, “Yes, do that, and make sure that they notice the illustrations. We don't want to have another incident, when the spell that showed a picture of a frog was supposed to be a log.” Pushing from her chair, she moved to the window. Staring out she wondered what she would do if the training of the “weak geek” wasn't completed by the time, her trials had begun.

Hetta knew that she had to teach this being as much about servitude and obedience, but could she do it in time. She closed her eyes and pictured him, her thoughts saw him, sitting shocked, in the center of the silk covers. His body was pleasant to look upon, and it showed potential at being able to give pleasure. Hetta, however didn't see how she could have gotten the spell wrong. Positive she had said it right, she even had felt a little bit of strength in him, as if he had it bottled inside, hidden for some reason.

Tossing her brown locks off her shoulder, she headed back to the “slave”, rolling her eyes at her own thoughts. This time the doors opened and closed quietly, the servants noticed the deep rich brown and they moved pleasantly, nodding their hellos to their mistress. Arriving at the door to the room, Hetta opened it and walked in. There in the center of the bed was the man she had pictured just moments before.

“Get up and put something on.” She turned towards the closet, lifted her hand, opened the door and mentally chose a pair of pants and shirt for him. As the clothes floated over to him, she saw what had happened, seconds before the odd expression crossed his face. “Shit!” Walking over to him she grabbed the gown and walked back to the closet, her fingers circled over the clothes she had wanted to send him. Throwning them back at him, she said once more, “Get dressed now and then I'll start your training.”

She could see he wanted to ask her what she meant, but immediately she held her hand in the air, “Silence. You may speak when you are clothed, I'll wait here.” Hetta crossed her arms against her breasts and waiting for her slave to dress himself. “How ever am I going to do this? He is so, weak and possibly to weak to handle the things I will do to him and expect him to do to me. Then when we must perform in front of the others... Oh holy toads and lizards, what will I do if he can't perform in front of a crowd.” These thoughts tumbled in her mind as she watched the man ease off the bed and get dressed. Her hair, slowly turning to a rich red as she took in his naked flesh.

She watched as he pulled on the clothes, and just like he had been ordered, he didn't ask anything. Hetta could feel the confusion reeking from him, and she found herself becoming more and more disappointed in him. Finally, once he had covered himself properly, she chanted a few words, waved a finger at the bed and watch in satisfied pleasure as a chain snaked out and quickly shackled her student to the bed. Walking around him, her eyes took in his body, "You may speak now."

 

[Bengal52]

Samuel

Samuel couldn’t believe his bad luck. She had just basically told him what to do and was now telling him to talk. Who was this woman to make him do what she wished? Well, Samuel may be inexperienced in lovemaking but being controlled he had experienced. It was one of the joys of college life after all. “Who are you? Where am I?”

Samuel just stared as the words flowed out of his lips. He couldn’t believe that all he could come up with was those stupid questions. For some reason, they just came from his lips un-bidden. He tried to talk again, to tell this woman what he thought of her bossing him around. “What do you want of me?”

He thinks he can rebuke her and all he says is another dumb question? What the heck was wrong with Samuel? He wasn’t normally this stupid in his questions.

Samuel looked around, finally realizing what these surroundings meant. This was no simple woman. She knew what she wanted and had the power to take it from him or anyone else. Sam realized he must look as dumbfounded as he felt about how he got here from the look she was giving him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Hetta

"Huhhhhhhhh," Hetta sighed loudly. Closing her eyes and shaking her hair her firery red head turned to brown. Gone was the passion that she had felt when she saw the nakedness of her student, in its place was the calming prescense that one might use on a brainless child. "Oh good grief, lizards and frogs be damned, I can't work with a brainless twit." She said outloud.

The man looked at her and glared. "Yes, I'm talking about you. It isn't your fault you have no brains, in that head of yours." Speaking calmly to him, she walked closer to him. "You can only ask me silly questions. It isn't your fault, probably your parents." Looking deeply into his eyes she asked, "Did they drop you on your head?" Her tone was very serious, "That would explain these questions."

Turning away, she raised her hand at the pitcher on the table. It lifted and began to pour water onto the floor, missing the glass by several feet. Groaning, her brown hair now blonde, she walked over, grasped the pitcher in mid air and poured her "slave", she shuddered at the thought, a drink of cold water. Her blonde tresses now hung loose over her shoulder and she sat on the bed as the man drank his fill.

"Now sit down and you can talk when I ask you a question." Shaking her head, she breathed deep, once more her calming exercises brought her hair to brown. "You are here, in a world of ... " twisting her mouth and her nose, her hair blonde once more, "a world of ... hmmmm... what's the word." She was feeling quite foolish, "ahhhh... Magic." Smiling at him she continued, "Yes, that is what you call it, Magic."

Standing up she told him to stay sitting on the bed. Turning around she saw that he had done her bidding. Raising her brow, she thought to herself, "Perhaps he is trainable."

She pointed to the long glass window, beckoning it to open and a great crack suddenly appeared. Lifting up her blonde locks she shrugged her shoulders and opened the window. Turning back she sat upon a chair, chosing not to try and summon it to her. "Your questions are simple to answer. First...Who are you? Well, I'm me... I assume you know who you are." She saw the confusion on his face. "Really, you should great potential when you were naked, perhaps if you were naked again, your wits might return to you. Take off your clothes."

His eyes widen and he shook his head in confusion. "Oh, horny toads and black eyed crows... surely your not that dumb..." Concentrating very hard, Hetta's hair turned from blonde to brown, and with a wave of her hand the man was stripped once more. Opening her eyes, she smiled. Hetta knew she had said that spell correctly.

She raked her eyes over him and the long brown locks turned as red as burning fire. "Ahhhh.. yes.. now, let's see if the clothes that were binding you, is the reason you are so simple minded." Hetta felt her face flush, as she imagined all the things she could teach this being. "Where am I? You asked.. You are here.. and .... so am I." She grinned. She knew he had understood her, because he had rolled his eyes at her, the universal sign of "No shit". "Yes.. we are getting somewhere now. Your last question was, What do I want of you? Now this is the only question that makes sense. You truely don't know what I want but I'll tell you. You are to be my slave. In all ways."

Hetta's hair was flaming red as she watched the man twitch under her stare. "Now you may speak your mind."

 

[Bengal52]

Samuel

Sam looked at her in surprise. She thought him a brainless twit? That’s what it finally took for him to find his voice and begin to use it. “You call me a brainless twit? I am most definitely not that. I have plenty of brains in this head of mine. I happen to be a college student who avoids those idiotic athletes. I just couldn’t seem to say anything earlier!”

Suddenly, Sam realizes he didn’t say anything. It was all in his mind though he thought he had just screamed at her. Samuel takes the glass of water she offers and drinks it. As she says he can talk, he feels something change in him and his ability to speak return. Sam was finding himself compelled to do anything she said. This was a new experience for the normally independent man. He then realized how it all seemed to revolve around this. He seemed more at ease, and almost seemed to derive pleasure from doing what this woman wanted.

When she told him to take off his clothes he tried to resist but struggled. Then she just removed them, but Sam wanted to crawl on the floor to make up for his refusal. He was able to fight that urge but it was completely new to him. He looked at her and her constant hair changes. Sam didn’t have to look down to know the effect her red hair was having on his genitals. Then he heard her say he was her slave and to speak his mind.

So he tried to begin. “I’m to be your slave? You kidnapped a college student to be your slave? I doubt I will be skilled in such as I am known for being opinionated. I will do what I can to please you, Mistress.”

Now why did he say that? He couldn’t miss his desire to please her in many ways. Sam had never had his face anywhere near a pussy but right now all he wanted to do was dive between her legs and learn how to please her with his tongue. “I am willing to do whatever you wish to try and learn what you want me to be able to perform.”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Hetta

Hetta sighed once more, the man was confusing when he spoke. She could read his thoughts and though she had sent her own, forcing him to do as she wished, she began to wonder if a full compliant slave was what she wanted. Her flaming red hair fell down her back and caressed the firm cheeks of her ass, she moved around her newest quest and had him stand perfectly straight.

“You speak very well for a potential slave,” she told him, as her eyes continued to look for some flaw upon his skin. He would make a fine specimen to practice on at least, if he wasn't worthy of the ceremony then perhaps, she would find someone else after all, surely she wouldn't be the only one to have ever failed in training.

But Hetta didn't want to fail, and as thoughts of failing began to creep into her mind, her hair began to change again. A deep black started to emerge from the roots and slowly began to extent to the ends of her red tresses, soon her entire unruly mass of locks were a pitch black.

She moved away from the man, her anger at herself boiling inside. “I can not fail in the training of you.” Her finger pointed at the man, raising a finger she began to weave a spell about him. Soon she placed thoughts of power and control into his head, he would be her slave, but he would also not be so damn agreeable. Hetta wanted a challenge not some whimpering ninny that did everything she asked.

Her dark thoughts of defiance flowed through her and into the one she had shackled to the bed. She would still control him to a point, but no longer would he so wimpy. His body at first rejected the images of control and command, but her power though sometimes clumsy, this time was very strong. Hetta watched as his body begun to stand straighter, and more proud. His face took on a somewhat stubborn feature.

Hetta knew that if she paraded, a wimpy college kid in front of the elders and her fellow witches and warlocks, she would be scoffed and laughed at. With a man that showed some kind of stamina and power, she would be honored and admired for her ability to control one such as that. So though to have a completely willing slave to lavish her body with pleasure, one that brought a little fight to the bed was much more exciting to her.

As the dark thoughts of the old ages flowed away from her, she receded to her flaming red hair. Now, he resembled a man, and not some puny boy, now she would begin his training. His clothes were off and his body naked before her. Looking at him, she ran her fingers down his chest, to rest just above the hard cock, that ached in defiance at her fingers stopping so short.

She could see his jaw clench, and she knew he now had a bit of fight in him, “It will be a pleasure breaking your spirit now, my dear one. Quite a pleasure indeed.” Her fingers slowly descended further and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, slowly stroking it. His eyes burned in anger and pleasure, leaning up to him, her breath hovered by his ear. “I go to dine and your supper will be brought to you. Keep this hard for me, till I return.”
Hetta gave the firm sex, one more hard stroke before spinning and leaving the man, standing there. Looking back her eyes on his swollen cock, she moved her glance slowly over his naked form, “You'll make a fine toy. You are free to roam this room and the keep, you are only a prisoner inside the castle, you are not able to go outside yet. I have placed a spell around the keep so don't bother thinking you can leave. As I said your food will be brought to you, unless you find your own way to the kitchens. I expect you to be here when I return, and your cock to be hard and waiting for me.” She opened the door, her hair a soft brown, mixed with orange and red flaming hues. Releasing his shackles she called one of her guards away from his position from outside the doors, “Watch this one close, or you will be sorry.”

Moving away from the room, Hetta made her way to her study, ordering her food to be brought to her there. She hoped she had not messed up, but what fun could an all willing slave be. There was no challenge, no spark, no desire to control and command, just a man doing as he was told because he wanted to, “Ha... a bit of passion, hunger, desire and lust... that and the thrill of control him, that is what a true woman of my stature wants.” As Hetta pulled an old spell book from the shelf, and waited for her meal, her hair turned a soft shade of brown, rich in color and texture, “I should at sometime find out his name. And I believe I like the name Hetta, everyone is a Mistress.... I enjoy being the rare Hetta Fitzbottom.”

 

[Bengal52]

Samuel

Sam watched her leave uncertain of what was going on. Suddenly, a multitude of images had flooded with only a motion from her hand. By everything he knew, this was basically impossible. Then, she had started to jack him off like he was her personal cock. What the hell is this woman?!?!?

All Sam could do was sit down on the bed and start thinking. He had to try and get a grip on this situation. After a couple of minutes of sitting, his nudity got to him. He looked around, trying to find clothes. He hunted all over the room, finding nothing. He opened a couple of doors, thinking them closets, but finding things hanging in them that he had no clue what they were. He also found a couple of closets, hanging nothing but sex toys and extremely sexy clothes, all of which left his organs hanging around for the world to see.

After a while, he pulled out a few drawers, not certain of what he would find. After checking a few drawers, he found nothing but more sex toys. He settled down on the bed, frustrated with his findings. After a while, he heard the door open and tried to cover his manhood. He watched in stunned silence as a woman in a tight, sexy maid outfit brought in a tray of food, not even trying to see his nudity. She set the tray on a small table and turned, leaving. Sam tried to get her to talk to him, but she just ignored him.

After she was gone, Sam turned to the food and finally realized how hungry he was. Finally giving in to the pressure, he went over and began to eat. He carefully sniffed each bite before he took it, afraid it might be poisoned in some way. Just as he was finishing eating, he heard the door open behind him.

He quickly turned around to find his host. The look on his face must have disgusted her, for she almost seemed upset. Sam looked down to where her eyes seemed to be looking, remembering how she had wanted him hard when she returned. “Just what did you expect me to do about it?”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Hetta had been ready to begin that man's training when she left her study. Her food was delicious and the reading of her spells had thrilled her to no end. She had absorbed some new spells, and now her thoughts had turned her soft brown locks into the flaming red curls that now hung down her back. She had taken a moment to change, expecting to be pleasured.

Now, she stood in the room and looked at a man with a limp cock. Her hair had immediately turned to black, no longer matching her tight vest and skirt. She was now fuming. How dare he defy her so quickly, then she remembered the spell she had cast on him, giving him a back bone. "Oh right," she muttered under her breath.

Shrugging her shoulders she thought of his punishment. She wondered what the elders would do? She finally decided on a course of action and walked towards him, she watched his hands and his eyes, sensing he may leap at her, Hetta had his hands held immobile by his side. "You have angered me, perhaps you hadn't understood that I meant your cock was to be hard for me." Hetta took the limp organ in her hand and worked to rise up to half mast.

She watched as a hint of pleasure snuck in to his defiant nature. Her hair became blacker as she watched his eyes fill with the pleasure of her stroking, she continued to tease his cock with her hand and then her fingers, till all the defiance was gone and he began to give into her ministrations. Her hair the darkest of night, now hung straight and flat, the curls no longer evident. She pulled her hand away, "You are not to take pleasure from what I give you. You are to pleasure me, you are to do all the work."

Seeing the passion suddenly fade from his eyes, excited her. "So you don't like to be teased. Perhaps if I tease you bad enough you'll finally give me what I want, because you desire me so much you'll do what I tell you to in order to cum for me."

Her hair began to lift and fluff as it settled between brown and red wavy curls. "We'll try that training first." She slowly began to strip in front of him. Hetta undid the ties that kept the front of her vest closed. Her slim fingers undid the bow then pulled the strings lose, she watched his eyes, move to see the curve of her breasts. He still had no control over his arms, and Hetta enjoyed the site of his cock responding to her ministrations.

She opened the vest and slipped it from her body, her nipples erect as her eyes remained locked on his shaft that had just started to jerk some towards her. She smiled up at him, a lift to one lip as she sneered, "So responsive you are." Hetta next ran her palms over each nipple and watched as the man licked his lips. She stepped closer to them and ran her hand down to his growing manhood. Her finger hovered over the tip, before sliding over it and down to cup his balls.

Fondling them, she watched his chest rise and then fall as he inhaled a deep breath of air. Moving even closer she pressed her hard firm nipples against his chest, "You want me, don't you," she said against his neck. "Tell me what is your name." She could see him, ready to ignore. "If you tell me your name, I'll reward you."

"Mine is Hetta Fitzbottom, you will call me Hetta." She slipped her hand back up to his hard rod. "Tell me your name and I'll reward you, you would like to touch my breasts wouldn't you. I can feel it in your body, I can read it in your thoughts." She stroked the shaft, and then gyrated against him, "Tell me your name. As soon as you do, your right hand will be released, and you can fondle my breasts, perhaps I'll allow you to taste it. You would like that wouldn't you?"

She set the spell in her head, ready to release it as soon as he uttered his name.

 

[Bengal52]

Samuel

Sam looked at her uncertain of what she was trying to do. She had just about forced him to cum all over her hand and then yelled at him for get pleasure from it. He just stares for a while, not certain of what she wants. Finally, he mumbles, “Samuel.”

Sam quickly decides that she doesn’t need his last name. He looks back at her, defiance clear in his eyes if she tries to force him. As he tries to think of some smart comment to respond to any questions about his last name, he feels something wash over him. He looks at her startled.

Sorry for the short post. Hard to think of what I can say with your ending

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Hetta looked at the one called Samuel, she could see his right hand clenching and unclenching. She wondered what it would feel like. His hand cupping her breast, his fingers stroking her nipple. Looking down her chest, she saw her nipples hard, the bud standing at attention, begin for something to tease them.

She looked at her newest toy, and wondered how to teach him to respond to her. Hetta pressed into him, his eyes full of anger, and perhaps a touch of lust. Her nipples rubbed over his chest. Watching his chest rise and fall, she noticed his hand still clenched at his side. “You said your name, you released it to me, you did as you were asked.” Her sex was hot, and needy. “I told you that you could have your reward,” her hand reached once more between his legs. She began to rub his cock, stroking it with long, firm caresses.

Her lips trailed over his neck, biting his skin. “Don't you want your reward?” She flicked her tongue over his ear, sucked on the lobe, before biting it. “When you do as your told, you'll be rewarded. I'm sure you would like your reward.”

She smiled devilishly at him, her lips smirking to one side. The hair that had arranged itself in soft brown and red curls, were now a thick, tangle mass of bright, fire red. She burned, as if she were in heat ripe for the taking.

“Samuel you know how badly you want to touch my nipples. I can feel it,” she pushed up and down on the firm cock, “right here. Your cock tells me you want to take your reward, and please us both with your fingers and tongue upon my tit.”

Hetta looked at him boldly, “Take it Samuel! Take your prize!” She felt her lip quake softly in anticipation, she wondered if he would defy her, and his own need. Her fingers continued to work around his cock, enjoying the aroused affect it was having on her cunt.

 

[Bengal52]

Samuel

Sam looked down, thinking of defying this woman. She kept wanting him to please her, making almost no other orders. He just stands there feeling her hand on his cock for a while. He can see the look in her eyes, showing how part of this woman wants him to refuse. But if he gives in and refuses, she will punish him. Perhaps a new tactic is required.

Then Sam’s thoughts change again, realizing what he is thinking. If he gives in, she will begin to expect it. Darn it all. Samuel has always hated these crazy “catch-22” situations. He looks at her, noticing her hair color. A short thought and he remembers that her hair changed color several times already. Seeing her nipples rock hard reveal to him what that means. Suddenly he realizes how much she wants this.

Softly he reaches forward, touching her breasts simultaneously. He slides his fingers across her flesh, touching her nipples. He gently squeezes them, quickly realizing how in experienced with a woman like this he is. He can tell he is being a bit rough on her nipples. His ex-girl friend never wanted anything like this. Sam feels his face showing his disgust at his efforts.

After a short while, he lets go, hoping to have satisfied her fully.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Hetta felt the pleasure in his touch upon her skin, and then it was gone. She looked down at his hands, and her nipples hard and beckoning for him to continue. "Good horny toads of Malta!" she raged and grabbed his hand, placing it back on her breasts.

She looked at his body, he would make a fine toy, if he'd just do it right. She blew the hair from her brow and sighed. Hetta felt like a fool standing there naked, and holding his hand to her breasts. She thought to herself that she could very well have fondled her own tit, for as much effort as the man was putting in.

Her hair was turning a dark, raven black, and she tried to calm herself. Glaring at him, she looked deep into his eyes, "Do you know anything about pleasing a woman, or do I have to teach you that also?"

Frustration grew thick and heavy inside her, if she had to train him in the arts of seduction, then she had more work then she had originally thought. Once more she thought of punishing the fool that had written the spell wrong in her spell book.

 

[Bengal52]

Samuel

“If you were looking for someone to please a woman, why did you pick someone from a dorm? Everyone knows frats spend more time fucking than anything else!” Sam was having trouble controlling his anger. This woman wanted more from him than was possible. Sam had finally had enough.

Sam wanted to hit her but he had never hit a woman and he also was unable to. It seems that his outburst had brought a response from her. He found his whole body unable to move.

Sam was also happy when he felt the other effect of this anger. The cold breeze in his genital region was he needed to know to be certain that he was no longer sexually aroused.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Hetta rolled her eyes, and watched her spell take over and he was once again immobile. She went back and sat down, she brought her hand to her brow and began to rub her temples. Sighing she looked up a the slave, closing her eyes she wondered where to start she really didn't have the time to seduce him, and then go on from there, but it looked like that was what she was going to have to do.

She rose from her chair, anger gone, replaced with a calming sense of acceptance of the new twist of his training. With a wave of her hands the young man named Sam was completely free of all but one spell, he would not be allowed to harm her.

Her eyes softened as did her hair, the brown locks curled around her shoulders, and she cast the spell that released his shackles. Then she waved her arms and the closet opened, and she looked toward it. "Cloth yourself in whatever you like. You'll find clothes that appeal to you in your world, not in mine." She had decided to change tactics, the role that she wanted him to play was not one he was prepared for, and she would have to begin his lessons in an easier way, after all he was a feeble minded one.

"Please fill free to roam the castle and observe the way our lives run around here, I'll return later and we will take our evening meal together."

Hetta left, the door closed behind her, and she headed to her own chambers to change her clothing to something more innocent and demure. She brushed the long brown tendrils and watched them bounce in delight, over her calm self, that is when the spells worked the best.

She conjured up her spell book and transported herself to the gardens, to sit and enjoy the breeze of the day. Hetta wondered what the man, Sam was doing and what he would think when she put the next steps of her plan into action that evening.