"What are your orders, master?" I couldn't believe that this bombshell of a woman had just asked me such an outrageous question. Master? What was going on here? Was this some kind of bad joke? But her expression looked sincere, void of any previous hostility.
Maybe I had done something to her mind? I had felt a connection between us after all. I decided to just roll with it for now and if I was being completely honest I quite liked the way she called me "master" with her grey eyes eagerly looking up to me as if they were waiting only for my command.
"First of all, tell me who you are!"
"My name is Melara and I am a witch." I probably should have been more surprised but I guess at this point her having some kind of supernatural powers was rather obvious. Instead I continued my questioning.
"Why did you attack me?"
"Commoners are not permitted to witness any acts of magic. Since you saw the merchant disappear I had to wipe your mind."
"What's a commoner?" I asked.
"That's what people without any relationship to magic are called. Although you technically aren't a commoner anymore."
"What do you mean by that?" I had definitely felt something when I had entered her mind but I couldn't really put a finger on it now.
"Me trying to suppress you seems to have activated your magical abilities. That's how you were able to resist my attack and eventually throw it back at me."
"So what's the meaning of all this? Why do you keep calling me master?"
"It seems you have thrown my own spell back at me. As a result I am now your servant bound to your will."
I nodded, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened. It seems Melara was now under my command. Chills ran down my spine as I realized that this could have been me, if I hadn't been so lucky.
So what was I going to do with her now? First, I needed to make sure how far I could take my control over her. I had to make her do something no self respecting woman would ever do.
"Take off your top!" I spoke without thinking realizing how ridiculous I sounded once the words had left my mouth. And yet, without any hesitation, removed the small item.
I couldn't help but gawk at her perfect, round breasts, that were almost waiting to be groped. Her rosy nipples slightly inviting me to kiss and suck them.
I probably should have stopped there, after all I had proven my point. But seeing that gorgeous woman just stand there without any notion of running away or covering up, I felt something awakening inside of me. A feeling of crave, hunger and lust.
"Pant's too!" A second later her shorts were on the floor, exposing her rose, shaved pussy. I am pretty sure that I was drooling at this point. All my life I had never seen a naked woman and now a straight up goddess was standing in front of me. Can you really blame me?
Hesitantly I took a step towards her, reached out and cupped her breasts with my hands. I slowly started kneading them enjoying the feeling of warmth and softness. Suddenly, I saw her nipples grow harder. Seems like someone was enjoying herself.
"Are you aroused, Melara?"
"Yes, master" she replied courtly. I now started to put my mouth to good use, sucking her nipple and enjoying the tender skin of her breasts in my mouth.
Melara stifled a moan as two fingers found their way into her honey pot. The warm wetness down there dared me to push even deeper and so I started fingering her. By now the cute with couldn't suppress her moans any longer. With her unconcealed shrieks of lust I picked up my pace, causing her moaning to grow even louder in return. Without thinking further I let go of her breasts and kissed her.
Our tongues intertwined in unison while I kept fingering her. Playing with her body just felt extremely good and I was determined to push her over the edge.
Spasms of pure arousal were running through her body. Even without any experience it was obvious that she was almost there. I shoved my fingers into her for one final time. And then she came. Her body tensed up as the orgasms washed over me. Her joy-filled screams were covered up by my mouth. I pushed her against the wall, where I held her until the sensation pervading her body had passed. A few seconds later she was passed out. Without thinking I picked her up and carried her onto my bed. She looked like she could really use the rest now.
I returned to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of water. Now, that I had cooled down a little the possible consequences and dangers of my actions flashed through my head. I had meddled with powers beyond my comprehension. And that doesn't even cover the moral implications of touching a woman more or less against her will.
And yet, it had felt so fucking good. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was in charge. It was pathetic but years of indignity had left me with a repressed crave for power. Also, who knows what that witch would have done to me. That woman brought this upon herself.
I had made my decision. I was going to ride this wave for as long as possible. And with that in mind, I thought through my next steps of action.
When she woke up, I was already standing next to the bed. I admit that I had been eying her in her sleep, but any straight man in my would have done the same thing.
Unbothered by my creepy stares she glided out of bed. Once more her sheer, naked beauty caught me by surprise. She looked at me, as if waiting for my command. I took a deep breath and spoke:
