Witch You Are My Bitch

As she turned to look at me, I could feel the rush running through my body. I could feel her power drawing me in, making me want her. Want her I did. Ever since the day she touched my hand I have been hers. Hers to do as she pleases, when she pleases.

I am sorry, I have gotten ahead of myself. Let me explain. I am Tara and I am a sex slave to a witch. I sound happy about that, but I am not; my will has been taken from me. She chose me, I am hers and that is the end to my free will. Part of me still cares, but after 6 months, I haven't managed to get away and I have no want to anymore, or at least I don't think I do.

"Tara, sweet. Come here." I hear my witch.

As I scurry to her, she looks at me with a look that I know all too well. I really wish that I could have a day off! Every time that I think we can spend a moment together without the passion and lust, want and need for her, I end up taking one look, wanting touch and then needing her once we did. My body and mind come alight when we are together, and I have no say over what my body wants. I only want her. I can feel her touch before we are close. I can see what she wants before she tells me. After all she has made me hers, she made me understand what she wants and when so that she doesn't need to waste time telling me.

"Now minx!" She demanded as she pulled me in by my hoodie. I fell right where she wanted me; in her control. One look, one touch and I was captivated. Did I want her, or was it the spell? I will never know, and does she? What started as a spell might have turned into love, a love that never let's go and feels like a spell. Will I ever know If how I feel is her or me? Right now, in her passionate embrace, I don't care.

The fire burning through my body became too much as she held my throat and kissed me with a force that I didn't want to stop, yet I needed to breath! I moved back to catch my breath; I felt the sting of her long nails digging into my throat as she pulled me back. She wanted me and I was going nowhere.

With her nails still grasping my neck, she ran her hand up my leg, lifting my skirt and showing that I was wearing my underwear. SLAP! Shap slapped me right across the arse; "You know damn well when I call you, you are to have no underwear on. How many times do I explain this to you?"

"I-I- I never had chance, I-" I was interrupted.

"No excuses! Six months, you should know by now. If you have no 'time' to take them off, don't fucking wear any!" She gave me her 'I mean it' stare; "Do you understand me?"

I bowed my head; "Yes, my witch."

Hands on hip; "Yes, my witch, WHAT?"

"Yes, my witch; I understand that I am not to wear underwear." She liked me to say exactly what I 'understood.'

She pushed me down by the shoulders; bought me to my knees and gave me access to her always needy pussy. "You know what to do."

As I buried my head between her legs; tongue ready to please my witch, she grabbed my hair into a ponytail and held tight. Teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, swirling and licking; I could feel her tighten the pull on my hair. My witch was pleased; she does that when she is aroused. "Mm. Yes, don't stop." She started to move with my teasing.

I felt a want come over me that I hadn't felt before and without thinking of the consequences; I picked her up onto my shoulders, grabbing her ass and walked to the bed; while still teasing her but now, with my tongue inside her. I bought her down onto my hip and threw her to the bed. I looked at her with want and dominance.

"Minx, what are you doing?" She was surprised and amused at the same time; looking at me with a 'what are you going to do next' look. I took this as her go ahead and a challenge at the same time. I climbed up onto the bed, spread her legs and continued my teasing; this time at every quiver, I stopped. I only stopped for a couple of seconds each time; but it drove her crazy! I am fucking loving this feeling; it's about time I was in control.

"Ah! You bitch, stop stopping, or there will be consequences!" She threw her hands down by the side of her in anger.

Holding her legs open with my elbows; I inserted two of my fingers; rubbing the area just above the inside of her wet and wanting more hole.

"More, I-I want more." My witch screamed at me.

I carried on as she asked and inserted another finger, and another and then my fist. While massaging her with my fist; I started to tease her with my tongue. She grabbed the sheets on the bed in her fists and started to move up and down on my fist. Still licking all available areas; I started to move my fist with her. She slowed her motions; so, I slowed mine. "No, don't stop!" She was obviously happy with the pace that I was providing. "Oh, yes, Oh, no, oh- oh. FUCK!" Her body was shaking, her fists clenched to the sheets, her legs high in the air and her head to the side; biting her lip to silence herself.

Oh, wow. I made my witch lose control!

Crawling up the bed to see if I had a reward, I shoved my fingers into her mouth, and she sucked on them.

My witch was letting me do things to her that she would never allow! This must be my reward. Before I could control myself, I bit into her neck, wanting to taste her; all of her. SLAP! I was rudely awakened with a rather hard smack across the face.

"Ouch!" I jumped, sat upright and rubbed my stinging cheek. She pushed me off her and stood up.

"Don't ever bite me! Once you bite deep into a witch, you are theirs forever. You become their second soul!" She was pacing the floor as though she were arguing to herself, not to me.

"I am yours; I don't want to be anywhere else. I only want you." I was as honest as I could be. At least, I think it is what I want.

She looked at me furious; "Yes. Sure, it's what you want, what about me? Do you care how I feel? Maybe I don't want to be owned, maybe I do. Maybe, I don't trust you, let alone want a second soul! Why should I carry you around all the time; just because you want it?"

"Because I love you." There, I said it.

She looked at me with a deep and loving gaze. I think I have just shocked my witch!

"If you will not let me bite you; bite me, I want you to bite me. Please, let me be your everything." I was practically begging for her to take me, and I didn't care. I wanted this, and she knows that I do. I exposed my neck to her, closed my eyes and waited. I could feel the energy swirling around the room; she wanted to, yet she didn't. I never moved or said anything. I felt her walk closer to the bed; "Are you sure that you want this?" She whispered into my ear.

"Yes." I replied; still not moving.

I felt her hands run up my neck and through my hair. She grabbed tight and pulled my head to one side, exposing even more of my neck. I never moved. Her tongue ran up my neck, searching for where she wanted to take my soul. As she bit into me, I couldn't help but wonder who was now in control? Is she playing to my idea or my thought? The harder I wondered, the harder she bit. I started to feel dizzy, the pain was intense, so intense that I couldn't feel the sting, I could feel only the euphoria that I wanted; what I needed. I was high on another level, not scared, but I wasn't 100% safe either. This felt great, the confusion, the trust, the fear, the love, the- well; the lack of control. The feeling of hopelessness to not have any energy to fight, to pull away, to argue for my life. Fuck! I like not being in control, even when I am in control. How does she do it? I felt like I was-

"Minx, come back to me. You are okay, I am here." She was above me, smiling. The colours and energetic vibrations were fading, and I could now see her again. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time.

As I sat up, I felt a rush of power run throughout me. It zapped through my veins like electric and I felt burning within my hands. I looked at my witch; "What is that?"

She threw her head back with a laugh that was as sarcastic as a smile on a clown from a horror movie.

"Don't you remember minx? I told you not to bite ME; I bit you; you wanted me to carry you around; now you carry me around and see how you like the roles reversed. NEVER try to own me and NEVER try to take my free will away! Do you understand me?"

I looked horrified, what had she done to me? "Y-yes."

She waved her hand, turned and walked away; "Now, you can deal with the consequences."

That evening, I walked into her bedroom; as usual for her evening pleasure.

WHACK! I was thrown up the wall with a forceful wind and my arms were tied together with a golden swirl above my head. I could not move, and I could hardly see. "Witch, is that you?"

I felt something move up my legs and to my sex; there it started to rub. I could smell cinnamon and almost taste sage. I may not be able to see, but my senses were heightened. A cold swirl of wind surrounded me, making me tingle with pleasure from toe to head. The rubbing continued and with everything else that was happening I felt another feeling of fear. If this is my witch; what torture is she going to endeavour on me tonight? If it wasn't my witch; who was it? Before I could control myself, I let out a moan of pleasure. The rubbing stopped and I felt a sting across my top thigh that felt just as pleasurable. My fists clenched and my teeth biting down on my lip; I tried to wiggle from the pose that I have been placed. I still could not move.

I started to hear a noise like a snake; I hate snakes! I felt something move along my shoulders and wrap around my arm, just as another slivered up my leg and I could feel my sex was being pleasured again. The fear that it was snakes and the pleasure of the tormenting combined gave a rush of adrenaline that I had never felt before. I was scared and pleasured at the same time. I felt her nails run up the sides of my body and then scratch down; the sting was both painful and enticing, as I felt all my blood run to fix the damage bought upon them.

Suddenly, my legs were spread open and I felt what I think is a snake sliver into my sex. I felt it go deeper and deeper until I felt my sex clench with painful pleasure. My lust for an orgasm had heightened and with all my might I tried to cum; yet I could not. More tormenting pleasure came apparent to my clit and my body started to shake. I could not move any part of my body and I really wanted to cum! With a swift change, the snake was no longer in my sex and my body was now upside down. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I felt her tongue swirling around my clit and every other swirl her tongue enters my vagina; making every part of my sex crazy.

The swirling of energy became faster and my body in more of a shock. I really need a release; I can't stand anymore!

"What are you doing to me? Why are you doing this? I have learned my lesson, please, let me cum."

With a laugh and a smack across my arse; I was turned upright again.

"I warned you of the consequences. You didn't listen and now you will pay. Open your eyes!" My witch boomed at me.

"I have them open, I can't see!" I shouted back being the brat that I am.

"I said OPEN YOUR EYES!"

The room suddenly became more apparent. My witch was tied up to the wall, with someone else in the room.

"What is this and who is this?" I couldn't understand what was going on. If my witch is tied up and I am tied up; did this person do these things to me and my Madame?

"You wanted me to bite you, and these are the consequences of that bite. Everything that I feel and everything that happens to me; you will feel. You wanted to be the dominant of me? I do not think so! You are still my slave, and you will still take my orders; only now you will feel all that I do. I plan to teach you how to not wind up a witch; especially one that is your madame! I now have a new slave; she is less of a brat and will do everything that I ask. I have plans to be tormented and teased and fucked stupid. Which in turn torments you. I own you; I hope you are ready for your attempt to own me." She continued; "If you look, you are not tied up, you are not restricted; I am." With a laugh, she released her own binding and I in turn felt free.

"I-I-" I didn't know what to say. I raised from my knees and walked slowly towards her. As I was stood in front of her; her eyes looked down towards the floor. I immediately fell to my knees and looked up at her for her next instruction.

"You to!" She looked at the other slave in the room.

She immediately bent down to her knees; like a good slave does. I rolled my eyes. "Fucking newbies." I mumbled. I felt a swipe across my spine. My witch has just hit me with a cain!

"Please, my witch, what did I do wrong? It was only a form of speech." I begged.

She hit me again. "You are slacking slave; I am your madame, not YOUR witch! Maybe, I have been to kind to you; maybe, I need to show you who is the boss here; and this is certainly not you! Do you both understand me?"

"Yes, I understand." Both of us slaves answered simultaneously.

"Now." Our madame said with a very dominant and mischievous look. "You." She pointed at the other slave. "You will fuck her." As she pointed towards me.

"Yes, mam." She answered.

With a zap of green light; the slave was whirled into the air; spinning and tangling within the green leash, she couldn't understand what was happening. I remember the day the witch did this to me. The restriction to my breathing, the pain of an electric current, the fear of not knowing what was going to happen. The worst thing was the embarrassment and humiliation that it caused.

"I am your madame, not your Mam! And you will hold your tongue unless I ask you to speak!" As she said this, her new slave's mouth was blurred together. You could see the panic within her eyes. I must admit; seeing the control my witch; no, madame has; and the fear in the new slave's face turned me on.

She looked down at me; "Do you remember how this feels?"

"I Do, yes." I answered right away.

"Good. Although, I do feel you need a reminder." As she spoke these words, I too was whirled up above her with a zap of purple light. Although I didn't feel the fear that I did the first time; I felt the sting of electric running through my body, the restriction to my movement and my breathing; though, the electric seemed to be stronger and the restriction tighter than I remembered. "I- I- I can't, can't breathe." I was fighting for breath altogether! The fear now kicked in. Am I going to die today? I forgot how she was when I was a brat. A thought came to my mind; "She has been lenient on me; I have been allowed to do things with her and to her that at the beginning she would have never allowed. Does this mean that she had become to love me?" As I thought this; the high voltage current running through my body now became a current of both sting and vibration. This was quite satisfying; I would enjoy it more with my breath!

As me and the other slave were both with fear and thought of death; the witch merged us together as one. We were now in a swirl of green and purple together. The second slave looked at me and held out her hand as for me to comfort her.

"Ah-ha-ha" the witch tutted and shacked her finger. We were both thrown to the floor.

"Now, do as I asked; fuck her!"

Unable to speak; the second slave just nodded and started to rub my sex. The rubbing felt more of a vibration and my body felt the pleasure run throughout it. I looked to see what she was using; it was a vibrator; yet it was where her hand was supposed to be!

I looked at the witch in surprise; six months I had been with her, and she had never used transformation on me. I never knew that she could. I was both impressed and scared.

I knew that I had fallen for her; and that I never knew everything about her. Yet, I am surprised at this. Did I lead into my own fantasy of a love, or did she love me? I felt like she loved me; but was that because I wanted her to love me?

"Oh, wow." I let out as my body started to shake along with the vibrating movements. The witch started to tease herself; I could feel her climax as well as the one I was already in. "Oh, fuck!" It was- it was; "Oh, no, oh, yes. Oh, fuck!" My orgasm had decided to linger and maximise. I was being fucked and then being fucked on top of that! My body did not know what to do with itself. An overload of pleasure; literally. Why was she doing this to me? To please me or to teach me a lesson. Oh my, I can't think; it has taken over. My body kept pressing for the orgasm to continue; yet my mind and body were in turmoil. I could feel the pleasure shutting my body down. I could feel my sex going numb and the rest of my body more stimulated.

The orgasm had now migrated to my arms, legs and fingertips. My heart rate slowing, yet my body quickening. Was I even breathing? My mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She is going to kill me via pleasure. She has managed to turn ultimate pleasure into torture, and I now did not care; my mind had decided to push the pleasure button; even if it did kill me. My mind had literally left my body; and as I felt my soul leaving; she stopped. The pleasure did not. I saw an aura of many different colours; I could smell floral scents and feel a stillness that I has never felt before. Has the world stopped? Have I? I didn't care.

As I opened my eyes, I saw the witch above me. One foot in the centre of my chest. I could feel her heel digging into me with a satisfying sting. My witch is hot from this angle of dominance. She knew she had the power, and she knew she had the power over me. Yet, it seems, I also have a power over her. She did love me; or she would have left me to die. Instead, she is still here above me, checking I am alive; she stopped teasing herself once she saw that I had left the building. That means something, right?

"Now, slave. You will remember your place and you will obey me. I am your Madame, and you will please me. No more lenience with you. Now, stand."

I stood up as quickly as my body allowed; lightheaded and wobbly. I noticed that the other slave was no longer in the room.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" She gleamed at me; in a way that looked slightly concerned.

"I am sorry Madame; I have learned my lesson. It will not happen again." I looked straight at her.

"It will happen again, and you will keep being taught your lesson; until you know your place." She looked stern.

I looked down at my feet; mainly to see if I could now feel them. "Madame; may I ask a question?"

"Yes. Speak." She answered.

Braisen, I asked; "Why did you not leave me to die? You never let anyone else talk to you or do anything I have been allowed to do to you. Do you have me as a favourite? Do you love me? After all, you haven't recruited a slave since me. Are you punishing me because you love me?" Before I could continue, she raised my head to look at her eyes; "Don't be such a brat! How silly are you? A madame never loves her subjects. You are drawn into a false sense of hope; so that you will do all that I say. Now, leave. I do not think you are of any good to me tonight." She pointed out of her room.

Just before I closed her door fully, I heard her say; "Of course I love you, silly girl."

With a smile and a big ego; I had the most wonderful thought. "Witch, you are my bitch now."

Now, how do I find out what I need to learn to get her completely? Her library; she must have books there to help a novice cast; especially one linked to a witch. Yes, I will search and keep the charade that I am under her spell; knowing that she is under mine.

It isn't going to be easy. I doubt there is a book that states; "How to turn your dominant witch into your bitch in three easy steps. Especially when you aren't a witch, you are piggy backing one."

One thing is wrong with this plan; if she caught me, what would happen? Let's find out, shall we?