Subject: Loving a Witch - Complete (FDom, Mdom, FM, TG, Furry, Magic)
From: tigger@alices.com
Date: 1996/08/17
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   Sigh....  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 repetion.

   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.

   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.

   Loving a Witch

   by Tigger

   Loving a Witch - Chapter 1

   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
garrotted 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 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 hieght advantage to kiss me
again, more deeply this time.  When my eyes opened this time, I was in my
apartment, near the college.

   Loving a Witch - Chapter 2

   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 marraige 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."

   Loving a Witch

   by Tigger

   Part II

   Loving a Witch - Chapter 3

   Alone.  I was alone with only my thoughts as company in her bedroom.  I
am normally distinctly ill at ease alone in such a blatently 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
hardon.  "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, 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.

   Loving a Witch - Chapter 4.

   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.

   Note:

   This story is hard enough to write without trying to figure out who is
who and what sex.  For the remainder of this scene, I will speak as a
female body.  Just remember that I do not now, nor did I then, think like a
female.  The onslaught of new sensations and the feelings I was dealing
with left me very confused and disoriented.  The male in the story will be
Melie, inhabiting my body.  So when I talk about Melie, remember that she
(he?) has a cock and I have a pussy.  I'll still probably screw it up, but,
you will have to forgive me, dear reader.  This is not something I can
explain very easily.  I mean, twenty some odd years of happy ownership of a
penis and then, in the space of an instant, I was fully female right down
to the emotions and hormonal responses.

   Loving a Witch

   by Tigger

   Part III

   Conclusion

   Loving a Witch - Chapter 5

   "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 snaprings
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.

   Love a Witch 6

   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.

   Love a Witch 7

   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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