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Female's Point of View - Magic  Delicious... Torturous... Pressure... Some days I wonder what possessed me to pursue my career as an architect. The constant demands, project rejections, business bombs and competitive colleagues puts enormous stress on me every single day. If I’m being honest, I knew how hard it was going to be and I was ready for it. I welcomed the challenge in order to pursue the career I loved. The pressure was something I expected and it often served to push me to perform better, but some days... I just want to escape all of it. Some days, I just need to unwind and forget that I have deadlines and budgets. Some days, I need to get away and live dangerously. Be wild... I don’t do it often, but from time to time I indulge that need by going out for drinks. Alone. I get all dolled up and try to remember how it felt to be a wild college student again. To have men lust after me for my wilds and personality instead of men being attracted by my success. Some days, I just want to be a woman and see where the night can lead me. Don’t get me wrong, I love the masculine attention my success and talents afford me. Knowing that my mind is what lures them to me is very empowering and certainly more than a little flattering. But some days... I just want to be the sexy woman at the bar that men can’t resist to come buy drinks for. And that’s exactly what I was doing with my night off. I put on this tight red little cocktail dress that did a good job of showing off my modest curves and went to one of my favorite bars for a few drinks. I didn’t ALWAYS find myself a gentleman caller to entertain and satisfy my urge for wild adventure, but my odds were always pretty good. Even if I wasn’t the prettiest single girl at the bar, if you keep an open mind and your eyes are clearly on the hunt, men will usually understand how receptive you are and come chat with you. After 2 drinks, I certainly had the mindset required to properly express the open invitation I was trying to broadcast. To my delight, a handsome man eventually approached me and paid for my drink. He was tall and had a certain ease in the way he held himself that screamed of confidence. He was well dressed, which told be he wasn’t some bum that found his way in the bar. His frame told me that underneath his well tailored exterior, he was probably hiding a well toned body. I took in his gruff smile and liked the fact that he had a light trim beard to go with his square jawline. To top it all off, he was extremely charming. He told me his name was Robert and I marveled at his incredible comfort level as we spoke and exchanged stories about ourselves. To his credit, he didn’t ask once what I did for a living and was more curious to know the things I enjoyed doing with my free time. He told me he was a real patron of the arts and dabbled whenever he could by drawing up sketches and even putting some of his work on canvas. Which immediately interested me because part of the reason I loved being an architect was that I loved to convert the things I dreamed up to paper. I would never call myself a proper artist, but my natural talent and ease to be able to draw the things I saw in my head was the main reason I had been so successful. If I could picture it in my mind, I could make everyone see it. Our creative sides seemed to mesh so well together that our conversation soon moved from the bar to a private booth. I was so happy to have found a man to distract me from my work. Especially one that understood so well the things I loved about art. The drinks kept coming and our bodies became gradually more at ease with one another. We both seemed to use every little excuse to inch our way closer to the other. Before I knew it, his hand was gently pushing a lock of hair out of my eyes, tucking it sweetly behind my ear. He let it linger near my cheek and his soft touch only made me want to inch myself closer... We continued to talk as our faces moved closer and closer. His eyes were so intensely curious and sparkling as our lips almost touched while we talked... And then we weren’t talking anymore. There was no need... We both understood each other so well that our bodies decided to take over our conversation. The bar faded away deliciously as his lips tasted my own with exquisite softness... His hands politely explored my thighs as my hand caressed his prickly jaw. He tasted so incredible... I wasn’t sure if it was the drinks or my own lust, but I felt like I couldn’t get enough of his lips as our bodies got even closer. I could FEEL his lust for me as our kiss gradually grew more passionate while our hands got more comfortable. My mind was swimming in erotic wild delight as words were whispered about how we wanted to extend our night. Somehow, a cab was hailed and our make out session grew bolder in the back seat. My hands finally explored lower and felt how hard he was for me. He let the briefest moan escape his lips as my hand slowly caressed his bulge. My own moan answered him when his hand massaged its way to my right breast. God I was so ready to get to his place... The erotic passion that inhabited us made me giddy. Lustful... It was everything I wished for when I decided to dress up to the nines and go out for drinks. I floated on an erotic cloud as my heart pounded while our hands kept promising us ever more pleasure. If we could only reach his place... My lust finally ebbed a little when we had to stop our wild explorations. He exchanged a few words with the cab driver and got his wallet out to pay. I sighed with delight as I got my heartbeat under a modicum of control. I looked through the windows and suddenly knew why it had taken so long. It seemed he lived in the suburbs. We got out of the cab and we kissed again on the sidewalk. It ignited my passions again before we both laughed and agreed that we had better get inside before we made a spectacle of ourselves. I followed him in and couldn’t help but admire his quaint little house. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was certainly a wonderful home with a large front yard. We kissed again on the front porch as he tried to get his house keys to fit in the lock. I was tempted to fully distract him even further, but I knew better. Besides, he managed to break free of my lips long enough to unlock the door. We got in and he officially welcomed me in his home, which I was glad to see mirrored the man it belonged to. The decorations and furniture choices were tasteful and spotless. My attention didn’t waver for too long because he extended his hand to me. The gesture was a clear invitation and my heart resumed its pounding melody as I bit my lower lip seductively. What to do next? Choice 1 A - She places her hand in his and doesn’t say a word. She feels curious about where he would lead her and let’s the moment evolve. He pulls her to him and their bodies mold themselves like interlocking puzzle pieces. The passion ignites in them as they leave a trail of clothes that lead them to the bedroom. B - She places her hand in his while eyeing the sofa in the room next to them. She asks him if it’s as comfy as it looks and they move to the living room. They kiss as the passion ignites in them while their hands explore and remove their clothes. She decides to take the lead and pushes him so he sits on the sofa before straddling him. Feeling his length as they continue to make out before his cock eventually finds it way inside her. C - She places her hand in his while eyeing the sofa in the room next to them. She asks him if it’s as comfy as it looks and they move to the living room. They kiss as the passion ignites in them while their hands explore and remove their clothes. She decides to take the lead and pushes him so he sits on the sofa before bending over to kiss him again. Her modest breast sway invitingly in front of him before she starts to kiss her way down his impressive chest. She decides to get to know his tool a little better with her lips before she decides to straddle him. D - She places her hand in his and pulls herself to him. Their bodies crash together and mold themselves like puzzle pieces as they make out in the hallway. She manages to breath out how good he makes her feel and how much she wants him. They move around, still making out, while their clothes lay forgotten on the floor. They find themselves in his kitchen as he grunts that she hasn’t really felt good yet. With a gasp, he lifts her up so she sits on his kitchen counter before kissing his way down her chest, finally burying his face in her intimate folds. Choice... Chosen by my helpful follower... Is C! My eyes linger on his open hand for a moment before looking back up into his intense lustful eyes. My mind races with a thousand possibilities as I feel the rush of excitement I was hoping to find by letting go and having a drink. He was a man and I was a woman, there was nothing else to think or worry about. Just the now… God it felt so good! I placed my hand in his and felt a small electric shock as our fingertips met. Was I dreaming? Or did that shock travel all the way down my spine… Maybe it did, maybe it didn’t… But I could definitely confirm that something was heating up somewhere very specific. “Is that sofa as comfy as it looks?” I said as my eyes darted towards his living room. He smiled. “Let’s find out…” he said. He pulled me along as he walked backwards. He kept me at arms length so his eyes could take in every inch of my body while I swayed my hips with a delicious roll I never got to use or feel in my regular life. How inappropriate would that be? Me strutting around the office… But I wasn’t in the office and I loved the way it made me feel. So sexy… Especially in his eyes. I could see him drink in every move I made. Every curve of my body… I felt like I could feel his lust for me grow with each step as we finally reached the sofa. He stopped and admired me for a moment before pulling me to him. My heart was pounding as the arousal I felt just kept growing and burned its way through my veins. Our bodies crashed together while our lips resumed the sweet conversation we had on the porch. Our hands joined in as the passion soon made a delicious tangle of our arms while they explored each other with increasing need. His hands felt so good as he surveyed every inch of me while my own delighted in his robust frame. The flame inside us grew hotter as our need gave our bodies a mind of their own. Clothes shed away as the mutual arousal made everything so deliciously hazy… But the urgency we were both feeling had to stop! Slow down… As much as I wanted to feel us lose control of our carnal desires and jump into the act, I wanted to enjoy this night as much as I could. As my hands undid his pants and he helped me push them to the floor, I reluctantly broke off our kiss and smiled at him before I placed a finger on his chest. He smiled while his eyebrow raised. “Calm down mister…” I said breathlessly. “We aren’t in any hurry are we?” His smile grew as he slowly shook his head. I bit my lower lip and gently pushed his chest with my finger. He didn’t resist and let himself fall back into the sofa. I still had my panties on, although my dress and bra had completely disappeared at some point. His eyes never left my own and I squeezed my tits, fighting hard not to let my eyes drop down to the obvious erection I sensed between his legs. I turned my back to him and gyrated my hips slowly before my hands slowly traveled down my body. My thumbs delicately hooked the elastic band of my panties and I bent forward slowly, pulling my panties along for the ride. “Exquisite…” I heard him say, sending thrills of erotic delight into my already soaking folds. I soon turned around and almost lost myself as I saw him bite his lower lip. His eyes obviously liked what he saw, so I let him enjoy the site a little before my own lust drove me to want to feel him again. I made a point to ignore his erection as I placed my hands on his legs and bent down to kiss him. I saw his eyes dart down to my modest chest and reveled in the fact that he seemed unable to resist looking at them. I always thought of my tits as ‘just ok’ and wished I had been born with slightly bigger ones. The fact he enjoyed them made the fire in my loins burn that much hotter. Our lips resumed exploring each other as I held myself firming on his thighs. His hands came to caress my own before they moved up and down my forearms with exquisite care. I felt so alive… So desired… It was time I showed him how much I desired him. I moved my lips to kiss his cheek and jawline, smiling when a deep moan that made his throat vibrate with need. I followed the vibrations down his neck and kissed my way to his collar bone and chest. Damn… He was incredibly fit… What a catch! I kissed and teased my way down further and felt spikes of pleasure each time I discovered a new inch to kiss and entice. I finally had to kneel between his legs and I almost squealed with delight when I was faced with the tool I was getting desperate to discover. His shaft stood up with need as I slowly grabbed the base of his cock. I bit my lip as the lust inside me threaten to make me want to go too fast. His shaft looked so perfect! His girth and length were deliciously above average and that suited me PERFECTLY. I didn’t tease him for too long and started to kiss and lick his length, eliciting another exquisite moan from his lips. As I got intimate with his equipment, I felt a sort of erotic haze envelope my mind as my body drove us forward. I stopped noticing the small details of our interactions as the joy and pleasure climbed higher and higher. By the time I had managed to suck his entire cock, letting it slip deliciously down my throat, my body had a mind of its own as he pulled me up to him. The act felt like I was falling… No… Diving… Like I was diving head first into my own lust as his hands started to enjoy my curves. And by the time his cock finally found its way inside me… My higher brain functions just re-signed and evaporated as my body continued to enjoy the pleasure we shared. We grinded on the sofa… So perfectly… Hands all over my body… We fucked on the floor… Feeling so complete and full as he methodically pumped into me… We fucked leaning on… Something… As his hands held me so tightly against his strong chest… I bounced on his cock… Feeling the comfort of his mattress beneath my knees… My legs were held so high above me… Feeling him ram with need inside my burning folds… The pleasure grew and grew without ever releasing as we consumed our lust for each other in a way that was completely new to me. Each position… Each new sensation… Each taste… Everything just adding on itself as my mind overloaded with a pleasure so potent I could taste it on my lips… And then we came. After what seemed like hours, we came… The experience was by far the most intense and satisfying of my life! The release was simply mind bending, I felt like my body had been swept up into a vortex that felt like vertigo and stability all at once. I was anchored and yet I was also unhinged as we got consumed by a torrent of pleasure. My body racked and tensed the moment I felt him start to cum... It was such a perfect moment… Like we had connected on some higher plain of consciousness as our earthly bodies became simple conduits for us to finally see each other. Experience each other… I was too far gone to think about anything, I just felt… My conscious mind got lost in the inferno and I sank back into the most restful and satisfying sleep of my life. My last thoughts were about how this was EXACTLY what I needed to forget the pressures of my career… I hadn’t planned on staying over, but when the drowsy bliss devoured me, I simply had no willpower to muster the desire to leave. And besides, I was curious to see if the morning would bring a repeat performance… My dreams were so strange an erotic. I floated through my own home and seem to recall and experience every erotic encounter I had ever had within my humble apartment. All the times a lover couldn’t keep his hands off me in kitchen… Every time I slipped into something sexy for them and went to surprise them in the living room… It was like I was reliving every carnal act I had ever performed. And it felt incredible… I floated back up to consciousness as I felt the hot rays of the sun on my cheek. I felt so good… So relaxed… I was lying on my tummy with my arms crossed under my chin and just enjoyed the erotic pulses I felt running along my skin. Damn… Now that was something else… I couldn’t help but smile as my mind drifted back to the night before. My lover certainly had incredible stamina… And talent… My skin felt hot and delicious as I licked my lips, remembering the potent arousal I had tasted there hours before. I started to feel aroused all over again as I wondered if my lover had woken up. As I stirred from my slumber and moved my muscles a little, I enjoyed the hot feeling of my morning arousal before I realized that my legs were pinned down. I smiled as I suddenly realized that my lover wasn’t sleeping at all! I briefly wondered why I hadn’t woken up when he straddled me, but as I felt his half erect cock on my thighs, I pushed the question out of my mind in favor of more appropriate queries. Like… Was he going to fuck me before saying good morning? I smiled as I felt his hands on my lower back. Was he massaging me? If so… It felt… Nice… But strange as well… And what was that sound? It sounded like some sort of buzzing… A bit like… No… A tattoo machine? I lifted my head and looked over my shoulder. “Good morning…” I said before I fully took in what he was doing. “Good morning.” he said with a smile. “Slept well I trust?” “What?” I said trying to wrap my head around what I was seeing. “Sure… But huh… What are you doing exactly back there?” My concern grew larger as my shock drained the erotic bliss I woke up with. I took in his rubber gloves and tattoo machine and strained my neck to try and face him. OH! MY! GOD! “There… Done…” he said as he wiped my lower back with medical gauze. Revealing a tattoo! “What the fuck?” I said as I got up on my elbows to have a better look. “Did… Did you just tattoo me?” “I did.” He said as he looked up at me with the most sincere and loving smile I had ever seen. “You are now my wife.” He slapped my ass once and got off my legs before proceeding to clean up his equipment. “W… Wife??” I said, trying to get passed the shock. “Wait a minute… Robert… Listen…” I said as I laughed nervously. “Last night was amazing and all… But come on… Wife? Is that your awkward way to say you really like me?” I tried to get a better look at the ink he had apparently injected in my skin, but I didn’t have to twist myself for long as he came up behind me and showed me a mirror. “Here…” he said softly. He angled the mirror so I could see. I was still trying to process the fact that I had just slept with what appeared to be a crazy person when I saw the elaborate tattoo located just above my ass. It formed a sort of large V shape with lines and patterns that were admittedly nice to look at, but as beautiful as it was, it was still basically a tramp stamp! And then I saw that in the middle of the tattoo there were bold letters. Since I was looking through a mirror, I couldn’t make out what the letters spelled out. Which didn’t really matter because I still couldn’t comprehend how he could have tattooed me while I slept! How the hell hadn’t I felt it or woken up? I mean… It was huge! “Ok… Huh… Tell me this is a joke… That’s not a real tattoo right?” I asked sweetly. But my mind was anything but sweet. I was pissed! I was scared! I was so confused… “Oh it’s very real my dear…” he said as he put the mirror on the nightstand. “WHAT?!” I said a little louder than I hoped. Maybe I was still hoping it was a prank… “That can’t be… No… I… I would have felt it! Tattoos hurt don’t they?” “They usually do… But not when I do them.” “So… what…” I said as I watched him sit next to me on the bed. “You drugged me or something? How could I not feel that!?” “Because…” he said with a smile that sent cold shivers down my spine. “I can do magic… And that tattoo isn’t a regular tattoo, it’s magical…” I blinked. Magic wasn’t real so he was clearly demented. But his smile… He certainly believed he was telling me the truth. “Ok…” I said trying to plan my way out of this weird conversation. And out of his home… “Let’s say I believe you… You know… That you DIDN’T drug me and that somehow, you are able to do magic…” “I can do magic.” He cut me off with a smile. “Don’t you agree that our night was a little… Magical?” “I… I mean sure…” I said, as I moved slowly to the opposite side of the bed. “It was pretty intense but…” “Don’t you find it odd that you experienced so much pleasure without cuming?” he said cutting me off again. I blinked as I sat on the edge of the bed, still keeping an eye on him. “I mean… Sure… It was odd…” “And don’t you find it odd that you couldn’t think straight? That you felt all hazy…” “I… Maybe… But listen… Arousal can put us in all sorts of mindsets and make us feel incredible things! It doesn’t mean…” “That I placed a spell on you last night?” he cut me off. “Ok… Let’s say it’s true…” “It is. And I’ll go further by saying that it wouldn’t have worked on you so well if we weren’t already meant to connect with each other.” “Ok… Listen…” I said as I got up and tried to remember where my dress was. “I feel like this conversion…” “STOP.” He said firmly. I froze. I didn’t want to pissed him off. I just wanted to leave and be on my way. “Ok…” I said carefully. “You don’t believe me do you?” “Look…” I said, trying to cover myself up with my hands. “can’t we just say we had a good night and leave it at that?” “No.” he said as he got up. Crap. “You are my wife now and nothing can change that.” He said as he moved around the bed. “Listen…” I said, feeling my panic rise. “Don’t be silly… We had a very fun night… Amazing even! Ok? But come on… I can’t be your wife right? We just met!” He smiled as he got close to me, effectively blocking my way to the door. “I know all I need to know. Your essence connects with me so perfectly… You don’t realize how special and unique you are… Our energies are meant to be together. And so… I made it so.” “Right…” I said eyeing the door. Maybe if I made a run for it… “Don’t you find it odd that you feel no pain? The tattoo is pretty large after all… Shouldn’t feel an ache at least?” I looked back at him. Now that he mentioned it, I didn’t feel any discomfort in my lower back. No… I… I felt something else… I felt… Good? Now that I concentrated on what I was feeling, I could clearly feel… Something… A sort of tingling… “I… huh… I mean… Maybe… If you drugged me… I wouldn’t feel it right?” I said. “I guess you wouldn’t…” he said eying me. “I guess I can’t MAKE you believe in magic if you simply don’t…” “Right…” I said as my eyes darted back to the door behind him. He sighed. “No choice then… I was hoping to wait and hopefully convince you without showing you the power of the tattoo… But I think you need to experience it for yourself to truly understand.” “Wait…” I said focusing back on him while I backed up. “Power of the tattoo?” The panic and haze I felt hadn’t pushed me to want to understand the tattoo itself, but rather, how it got there. But now that he mentions it… “Yes. The tattoo is another spell I placed on you.” He said with a smiled. “A very permanent spell.” “Pe… Permanent?” I said trembling and taking another step back. “Wh... huh… What is it supposed to do exactly?” My mind was racing. I didn’t want to believe his insane story, but his confidence was making me doubt. “I guess you couldn’t really read what was written in the center could you?” he said, eyes full of pity. “N… No…” I said carefully. “The tattoo is part of a special spell. It works best when the essence of 2 people truly connect… Like we do.” He said with a smile. “Sure… Right…” I said. “There is a lot to the spell… But the words tattooed on your soft skin say it all I think…” “And…” I said swallowing. “What do they say… Huh… Exactly?” “Well it’s latin… But it translates to: Obedient Mrs Menditto.” My eyes went wide. “W…Wh… What? O… Obedient? Mrs Menditto? That’s not my last name!” I blurted out as my mind tried to wrap around what he said. “It is now.” He said with confidence. “Go ahead… Just try to say your full name.” “I… Come on!” I said nervously. “I won’t… I mean… Fine… My name is Taylor Menditto.” My jaw dropped. I didn’t want to say that at all! I wanted to say Taylor Alessi. That was my name! But… I… I didn’t say that at all! “See?” he said with a smile. “No no…” I said taking another step back and laughing nervously. “What I meant to say was that my name… My ACTUAL name is Taylor Menditto. WHAT!?!?!?! NO!” “Yes.” He said. “You are my wife now so you have my name.” “No no…” I said backing up against the wall. “Robert… Come on… I’m not your wife!! I can’t be!” “But you are…” he said. “My obedient wife.” My blood drained from my face as my heart raced. “Wait… No… Please… I… I can’t be… I mean… This can’t be real…” I watched him move a little closer and my heart pounded as my mind tried to make sense of this. Why would I say his name? I didn’t even KNOW his last name… Why would I call myself Mrs. Menditto? Impossible! This was getting very scary… “It is real…” he said. “No… Impossible! A tattoo can’t change my name like that! You… You did something to me!” He chuckled. “I did do something… I placed a very specific spell on you… A spell that makes you my wife. Isn’t that wonderful?” “That’s not… huh… The first thing that springs to mind…” He chuckled again. “I do apologies…” he said with a smile. “I may have gotten carried away once we connected and I learned of just how unique you were… You’re the first person it has happened with… It was intoxicating… I just couldn’t resist.” “Yeah well…” I said nervously. “You clearly should have…” “But don’t worry… The spell will make it all work out in the end.” “Wh…” I started to say before I swallowed. “What do you mean?” He looked at me with a smile that made me want to run. Like he was debating if he should tell me of not. “You just experienced the Mrs Menditto part of the spell.” He said. “Why don’t I make you experience the ‘obedient’ part of the spell?” “Obedient… No… WHAT?” I said as the panic continued to grow. “What do you mean obedient? I won’t obey you! No stupid spell can make me obey you! Not after this!” He chuckled. “Well… There ARE spells design to make you hopelessly obedient… But this one doesn’t force you to do anything. Not in the conventional sense…” I was afraid to ask, but I felt like I should keep him talking while I tried to get my head on straight. “What… What does it do then?” I asked. He smiled, sending more cold shivers down my spine. “Let’s just say that my command will be on your mind… The spell won’t force you in any way to obey the command I’ve given you. In fact, you can resist it all you want. But the more you do… Well… The greater the consequences.” “Consequences?” I asked as I felt a pit in my stomach. “What consequences?” His smiled never wavered. “Why don’t I show you instead?” he said before taking in a large breath. “You will touch your nose for your husband.” I blinked. “What?” I said in disbelief. “That’s it?” “What?” he said with a smile. “Did you expect me to order you to kneel or something?” “Among other things…” I said carefully. I watched him turn around and walk towards his closet. My eyes went back to the door. This might be my chance to make a run for it. I will touch my nose for my husband… PFF! What a joke! I took a step towards the door, but he spoke up as he examined his wardrobe. “And before you try running away…” he said. “At least put on your dress before you leave. I won’t have my wife expose herself for just anyone. Your dress is on the hook behind my door.” I blinked as I looked towards him. He was calmly selecting the shirt he was going to wear and completely ignored me. Why was he so confident? Did he really think I wouldn’t try to leave? For fuck sakes! He forcefully tattooed me in my sleep! And if that wasn’t enough, he assumes that this tattoo makes me his wife! His obedient wife to boot! He was clearly crazy… I had to get out of here… I will touch my nose for my husband… I shook my head as the thought popped in my head again. Wait… Did I think that? No… Must just be my imagination! He wasn’t trying to stop me so… I started to take a few steps towards his door. Obedient wife… Right… This guy was certainly full of himself to think I would be that to him. I kept an eye on him as I moved. Fuck… He was pulling his white shirt over his head and it made me appreciate just how muscular he was. God damn it… Why did the cute ones have to be completely nuts? I was half way to the door when I started to wonder why I only felt a slight tingling in my lower back. Right… A tattoo… Those normally hurt right? I mean… Needles piercing your flesh repeatedly can’t make you feel tingly… Right? It should be more painful… Impossible… I couldn’t have a tattoo… Especially not that big! I mean… It probably took him hours! No… Impossible… He must have used brushes or something… He just used the machine to scare me… Right? I will touch my nose for my husband… I stopped at the door as the thought popped in my head again. No… It can’t be magic… I was just obsessing! Any sane person would do the same! Wasn’t I? I looked at the hallway and saw the bathroom. Maybe I could make sense of this if I could make sense of the tattoo part… Maybe I was freaking out for nothing and the tattoo was just a stupid prank. Maybe if I go get a better look at it, I’ll be able to see if it even WAS a tattoo… But then again… I couldn’t say my own name. Was it… Magic? Really? Or was it just my brain playing tricks on me? Maybe he did some other weird shit on me before I woke up… I will touch my nose for my husband… FUCK! Why did I keep thinking about it? Was… Oh god… Was this all real? What did he say about the spell? That it wouldn’t force me, but it would be on my mind. Was this what he meant? But then… He said… Oh god… He mentioned consequences… Bigger ones if I resist his command… Was I ready for that? Maybe I should just touch my stupid nose and keep stalling… What should I do? Choice 2 A – What ever this was, I won’t temp the weird fate I find myself. I take a deep breath before touching my nose. At the very least, maybe it will prove that this is all just silly prank. Then again… I didn’t want to know what kind of consequences he meant if I refused… B – This isn’t real. Magic CAN’T exist. There is a perfectly good explanation for everything. He was clearly crazy… I had to get out of here. I can figure all this out once I’m away and safe. I go to put on my dress, not even bothering to try and find my underwear, I didn’t care about that. I just had to make my way outside. C – I wasn’t awake enough to think clearly. SOMETHING weird was happening and I had to figure it out. He might be crazy or he might be telling the truth. If this was really a spell and a real tattoo, I would be able to feel and see it. If I could figure that out, then I could better thing about what is happening and get myself out of here without a fuss. I go to the bathroom and check my tattoo in the mirror while going over it with my fingers to see of I can feel ridges on my skin or if it’s just markings on my skin. Tats require a needle going through my skin, no way I would be able to feel that… D – Maybe it’s best to play into his fantasy. I turn to him and decide to confront him. I ask him what he meant by consequences. I want to know what his spell will do to me if I DON’T touch my nose. Choice... Chosen by my helpful follower... Is B! I took a deep breath and I reminded myself that magic isn’t real. Regardless of what he’s done or ‘thought’ he did to me, he was off his rocker and I needed to leave. I looked behind his door and grabbed my dress while never taking my eyes off him. If he was going to suddenly go from calm to raving mad, I wanted as much of a head start as I could… I slipped my dress over my head and down my body, weary he might make a move, but he didn’t show any signs of impatience or worry. He finished putting on his shirt before opening a drawer and grabbing some boxer. I hesitated for the briefest moment as I watched him start to put them on. I caught sight of his soft cock and couldn’t help but feel a dash of warmth spread through my body as my mind immediately went to the night before. Damn it… Why did he have to be such a good fuck? I will touch my nose for my husband. I shook my head and started to walk briskly down the hallway. The sooner I got out of there the sooner I could stop thinking about his ridiculous claims and get my head on straight. I looked over my shoulder as I turned the corner and sighed with relief as I saw that the hallway was still empty. Good... He wasn’t trying to come grab me. Why though… Was he really that confident in his stupid story? Magic? Really? Well it was going to be his loss because I was OUT OF HERE! I grabbed my purse from the floor where it fell when we started to shed our clothes… And… Fucked… I shook my head again as the spike of heat shot down my spine when I remembered what happened on that sofa. I will touch my nose for my husband. FUCK! I rushed to the door and opened it wide. YES! Freedom… I started down the path and looked again towards the house when I turned left to walk on the sidewalk. Still… I couldn’t see him at all… He was really just going to let me go? This didn’t feel right… Something didn’t add up. If he believed he had just made me his wife with a magical tattoo… Against my will… Why would he be so calm with letting me leave? His brand of crazy would surely want to lock me up! Hold me prisoner until I believed the same insane narrative that pushed him to tattoo me in the first place. Didn’t it? I decided I would give this nut bar a WIDE berth and held off on calling a cab. I didn’t want to be forced to wait for it while still seeing his beautiful home. Wait… Beautiful home? Ok sure… He DID have a nice home. As crazy as he was, I couldn’t say he had a hideous home… Objectively, it was quaint and very homely. I will touch my nose for my husband. Husband… He really wanted me as a wife? God… I knew I always wanted to settle down… But not before I had satisfied my desire for a career and made a true name for myself. Architects really only got one shot to make a name for themselves and I was determined to make every effort before I settled down. I was so consumed with my thoughts and brisk walk that I almost didn’t hear the young couple as they greeted me. “Hello Miss! Wonderful day for a walk isn’t it?” the woman said politely. “You sure seem to be enjoying it!” “Huh?” I said looking up at them. “Right… Yes! It’s a terrific day for a walk!” “Bye!” she waved as she walked past me. “Wow… She sure was in a good mood…” I heard the man say as they walked away. Good mood? Not particularly, I was in a very BAD mood! Why would he assume I was in a good mood? Anyway… I wasn’t far enough yet and I wanted to get a few more blocks away before I called a cab. I looked around and saw that the neighborhood was rather nice. Calm… Peaceful… Certainly a very good place to raise a family… I will touch my nose for my husband. Husband… I really had to stop thinking about him like that! The sooner I got back home the better, but I had to make sure he wouldn’t find me while I waited for the cab so I walked on. The streets were wide and each yard was perfectly trimmed and maintained. At least he lived in a good part of town… I noticed the street names as I moved to branch off and kept track of the house numbers as I walked. I had to be able to tell the cab where to get me after all. I walked and walked… My mind kept wandering back to our night and I had to forcefully chase away the images of our shared passion with the cold shock I had felt when I realized just how nuts he was. It wasn’t easy though. Especially since everyone I met kept being polite and commented on how I seemed to be enjoying my walk. And I do mean every one! What was with everybody? I will touch my nose for my husband. God damn it! Every time I think I’m free of that stupid command and managed to think about something other that the creep that tattooed me, the thought just keeps bubbling up! Was that what he meant… That his command would be on my mind? Fuck… Of course it was on my mind! I felt I was going crazy! I kept looking at my hands and half expected them to suddenly move on their own to touch my nose! But then again… He said the spell wouldn’t force me like that… FUCK! This is crazy! I’m just freaking out! Once I get home, I’ll take a long bath and check out his stupid tattoo which clearly couldn’t be a tattoo and once I soaked for a while, I’ll just rub it off my back and that will be that. The stupid ink will wash down the drain and hopefully so will all my memories of this insane man. I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going anymore as I continued to debate with myself and greet the people I met. Until I found my feet walking up a driveway… I will touch my nose for my husband. I looked up and felt the color drain from my face. Oh god… No! This can’t be… But… IT IS! I remember his address from earlier! I was back at his front door! My heart started to race as I realized that my feet had brought me right back to his door while my mind was occupied with trying to make sense of my morning. I stepped back slowly and checked to see if he was watching through a window. I don’t think he was… I decided to turn right this time and started down the sidewalk. I tried to ignore everything except where I was ahead. The street names… The door numbers… The cars… The polite people greeting me… I focused REALLY hard to keep my bearings for 4 blocks before I started to relax. Good… It must have just been me getting disoriented. This neighborhood looked so alike! It was easy to get lost. “See Stefanie…” I heard a man say from across the street. “Why can’t you be as happy as she is? HI!” he hollered when I looked at them. My hand instinctively came up to wave. “Hi!” I said as they walked past me. I will touch my nose for my husband. I shook my head as I cursed myself for getting distracted. Damn them… Why did everyone in this fucking neighborhood have to be so happy and polite? Couldn’t they just ignore me like normal people? I fumed as my mind got caught up in my memories of the night before, sending more heat along my skin as I tried to push them away. God… I really had to get out of here! I was probably far enough by now… I mean… He hadn’t tried to find me yet… I was probably safe. I looked up to see the address I needed to tell the cab service and my face drained again. I will touch my nose for my husband. Fuck fuck fuck… No! Impossible! I was back at his place! Oh god… What was happening? Why couldn’t I just walk away? No… It couldn’t be! Did… Oh god… Did the spell do this? Was it preventing me from leaving his home? WHY? “Had a nice walk honey?” I turned to see who was greeting me, AGAIN. A cute elderly couple was walking past me and the woman smiled brightly. I… I recognised them… I had passed them earlier… One… No… 2 streets over. “Huh… Yes!” I said with a smile. I couldn’t very well tell them I was trying to escape some mad man that tattooed me against my will. Especially since he visibly wasn’t trying to prevent me from leaving. “You are positively glowing my dear!” the man said. “I’m so glad young people can enjoy walks like we do… See you around my dear!” “Bye!” the woman added as I waved at them. Sorry… As nice as you seem, I don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again. But something they said made me realize that EVERYONE I met seemed to think I was enjoying myself. Why? I clearly WASN’T enjoying the fact that I seemed to get distracted and lost only to find myself back here. I WASN’T enjoying the fact that my night of wild fun had turned into a weird crazy nightmare. Even if the sex was amazing… I shook my head and noticed the window next to me. I looked at myself and suddenly understood WHY everyone was commenting on my apparently happy state of mind. Of course they would think I was enjoying myself! I had the most genuine smile plastered all over my face! I looked at myself and tried to stop, but I couldn’t! What the fuck? Why was I smiling like a happy idiot? I will touch my nose for my husband. Oh god… No no no… This can’t be real… Was… Was the spell doing this? Oh god… I REALLY CAN’T stop smiling! My heart was racing as I looked at the house. It can’t be real… It can’t! It’s a trick! It has to be! I was coming back here because I was confused and lost in this nightmare of suburbia. I was smiling to hide the fact I was concerned for my life! Right? I will touch my nose for my husband. I… I was thinking about his damn command because… I mean… Psychologically speaking… I was focusing on it… Right? Oh god… What… What if it WAS real… No… It… IT CAN’T BE! What should I do? Choice 3 A - Try to walk away again? It didn’t work the first 2 times… But… Maybe if I really ignore everything, I’ll be able to walk far enough and I could call a cab… Get FAR away… B – Try to call the police? Maybe… What would I say? ‘Hey I’m trying to get away from a man that DOESN’T try to prevent me from leaving? No… But maybe I can just hide one house down and call a cab without trying to walk away… C – If this thing WAS real… Then it was probably the reason why I couldn’t get away from his house. And… Possibly… It could also be why I couldn’t stop myself from smiling… My nose… That’s also why I regularly keep hearing myself think about touching my nose for my husband. What… What happens if I do? Maybe I should get it over with and just touch my damn nose to find out. D – Should I go back in? Clearly I couldn’t seem to get away. And since I’m walking around smiling like an idiot, no one would take me seriously. I certainly wouldn’t… So… Maybe I need to learn more about this… Ok… I’ll go back in and ask him to tell me all about the tattoo. If this was real, then maybe I could find a way to get out of this. But I WON’T touch my damn nose until I know how this ridiculous spell works. Choice... Chosen by my helpful follower... Is B! As I considered my options, I couldn’t help but feel like I didn’t have a lot of time to make up my confused mind. What if he decided to come check? What if he was watching me now? No… I had to get away as fast as I could. I pulled out my phone as I turned around and made my way a few houses down the street. I seemed to remember a tall hedge I could hide behind. Good… I couldn’t see his house from there and reasoned that if I stayed close enough and just stopped walking, I wouldn’t get lost and find myself back at his door. From here, maybe I would be able to wait for the cab without him finding me. If he even decided to come look for me… There was definitely something odd about his attitude. Why was he so unconcerned with me leaving? I hit the speed dial for the cab service and waited. Hopefully… One wouldn’t be too far away… *Ring* “Hello, COOP Cab services.” A man answered. “YES!” I said. “Hi! I need a cab?” “Of course mam… Where are you?” “I’m at…” I said turning around to check the address. “5243 Cedar Avenue.” “Got it.” He said. “A cab should be there shortly.” The line went dead and I sighed in relief. Ok… Good… For some reason, I thought that maybe I wouldn’t be able to call one… Or maybe that I wouldn’t be able to say where I was. I kept an eye on his house through the green foliage of the hedge and sighed again when I couldn’t see him. I will touch my nose for my husband. God damn it… When will my mind stop obsessing over that stupid command? Really… This was getting annoying! It’s like my mind couldn’t let it go! Which only made me think about the spell and the tattoo. WHICH WASN’T REAL! Come on Taylor… Concentrate on something else… Ok… Don’t let his crazy become YOUR crazy. Ok… Mister Fletcher will be expecting to see a rough outline of the high rise he wants me to design… I’m a little behind, but I think I can get something decent drawn up for our meeting. What else? Fuck… Did I forget to approve the last draft for the school board? No… No, I got that signed before I left Friday… Ok… Right! Mister Jacobson got my last rendering of his beach house… I bet he’ll like how I managed to add the call backs to his navy career… Thinking about my work projects did the trick and kept my mind off my situation until the cab arrived. Good… I got into the back and closed the door, feeling incredible relief that nothing else happened. “Good day Miss.” The middle aged man said. “Where can I take you today?” I could see his smile through the rear view mirror. At least he seemed nice enough. I buckled up and sat back into the leather seat and felt a weight fall away as I finally relaxed. “5249 Cedar Avenue…” I said as my mind drained into the soft seat. Finally… I would be able to get out of here… But we weren’t moving so I looked at the driver through the mirror. He was looking at me with his eyebrow raised. “You sure miss?” he asked, clearly confused. Why was he being so annoying? “Of course I’m sure!” I said, no doubt with that same idiotic smile. “Ok… You’re money Miss…” he said as he got into gear and we finally started to move. My heart finally started to slow down as I saw the houses move past my window. Good… Hopefully it shouldn’t take too long to get home. I closed my eyes and let myself relax… And after barely a few minutes, I felt the cab stop. I opened my eyes and looked at the driver as he put it back in park. “What?” I asked as I looked outside. “5249 Cedar Avenue.” He announced as he looked back over his shoulder. “Are you ok Miss?” I will touch my nose for my husband. I blinked as I realized with growing dread that I had told him to bring me back to his house! No… Really? I… I had told him my own address didn’t I? 3347 Georgia Road… Oh no… Did… It was like my surname!!! I wanted to say it… But it came out different! Fuck… FUCK! I looked back at the driver, but suddenly, he seemed relieved. Why was he… I looked back at the window and immediately understood when I saw my reflection. I WAS SMILING!! Of course he was relieved. I didn’t look worried or panicked at all! I was just happy! Happy about having called a cab to go 4 houses down! Wow… He must think I’m one big ditz to call him all the way over here just for that! Should I try to tell him I wasn’t fine? Why not… Might as well try. Ok… Look at him and tell him you are really not fine. “Of course Sir! I’m very ok because now I’m home!” I said cheerily. WHAT THE FUCK? I didn’t want to say that at all! He chuckled. God… Now he really must think I’m some sort of dumb chick. “Ok Miss… Just checking… It’s not every day I get called out for a ride around the bloc.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t. I just looked back at him and SMILED. “How much do I owe you?” I asked, trying to get this over with. I was clearly not going to be able to get him to take me somewhere else. Which meant that either he brainwashed me in my sleep, which doesn’t make sense. Or… His stupid spell is real… Which really didn’t make much sense either! He looked back at his meter and then at his dispatch screen. He smiled as he looked back at me. “Tell you what miss…” He said. “I really should charge you for the minimum ride fare, but since I have a customer a few blocks from here, why don’t I just give you this one on the house. Call it… A Beauty discount.” He winked and again, I wanted to roll my eyes. “Oh that’s so generous Sir!” I found myself saying instead. “Thank you so much!” He smiled and I got out of the cab and watched with creeping despair as he rolled away. FUCK! I turned back to face the house. I will touch my nose for my husband. God damn it! Seems like I can’t walk OR drive away. My heart started to race as I tried to imagine what would happen if I tried calling one of my friends. If I couldn’t tell a stranger where I wanted to go, would I even be able to ask a friend to come pick me up? Probably not… What if I texted them? I got my phone out and thought about who to text. My friend Jessica would laugh her ass off if she learned I had been on a one-night stand, but she was fairly open minded… So just maybe… But then I thought back to my conversation with the cab driver. I really believed I had said my own address. But I hadn’t… Would it be like that for my texts? I took a deep breath and thought about what I wanted to write. ‘Hey Jess, would it be a bother to come get me?’ I thought. Ok, simple enough… I started to type and read my words before sending it. ‘Hey Jess, I hope you had a wonderful night because I met the most awesome man and now I have to touch my nose for him!’ I read. My jaw dropped. My thumbs had a mind of their own! I really thought I was writing something else! Fuck… I can’t even text my friend without losing control of myself and thinking about his stupid command! My trepidation just continued to climb as my mind started to believe that just maybe… This spell was real. Oh god… No… It can’t be… Magic CAN’T exist. It just can’t! I looked at his home and fought off the images of me staying here as his wife. Oh no… I can’t. Please god! Make me wake up or something! I couldn’t run away… So what should I do now? Choice 4 A – Magic is real? God… I can’t stop smiling… I can’t communicate properly and sound like a happy dumb wife… I can’t say my real name… And his command keeps popping up in my mind! My nose… What… What happens if I do obey his stupid command? Maybe I should get it over with and just touch my damn nose to find out. B - Should I go back in? Clearly I couldn’t seem to get away. Something is affecting my actions. So… Maybe I need to learn more about this… Ok… I’ll go back in and ask him to tell me all about the tattoo. Surely there was some way I could find to get out of this. But I WON’T touch my damn nose and give in to his fantasy of me being an obedient wife. I just need to know more before I try anything else. C – My trepidation just continues to grow as I feel the walls closing in around me. Was there no escape? I couldn’t think of anything to get out of this! I… I just wanted to break free of this insane nightmare. I throw my head back and scream to the top of my lungs. Choice... Chosen by my helpful follower... Is C! Thinking about how insane this was didn’t help at all. If I didn’t believe in his spell when I walked out, but I was forced to admit that at the very least some parts of it were true! Because if they weren’t… Then it would mean that I WANTED to stay here. I WANTED to become his stupid obedient wife and that’s the only reason why my mind was playing tricks and preventing me from leaving. Preventing me from even TEXTING someone! No… It had to be magic… Or whatever… But that too was insane! Magic wasn’t real! It can’t be! My mind started to spin around in circles as my heart pounded in my chest. I had to get out… But I couldn’t! I had to warn someone… But I couldn’t! Was it magic? Was it my own stupid mind? Had I been drugged? Brainwashed? A thousand questions cascaded through my mind as my heart pounded harder and harder. I felt dizzy… My brain couldn’t make sense of anything that was happening to me! A tattoo? Magic? His Wife? OBEDIENT? I will touch my nose for my husband. OH FUCKING CHRIST!!!! I grabbed my head as I felt my grip on reality slip away. I couldn't take this… I… I… I wanted to scream!!! I felt the panic bubble up from within as the emotional pressure I felt pushed everything else out of my mind. I NEEDED TO LEAVE!!!! I took in a large breath, ready to scream at the top of my lungs! Maybe SOMEONE will see me… Hear me… I felt my primal rage, fear and panic all combine to produce a scream that would surely rip my vocal cords apart, but I didn’t care. It needed to get out! So I let it out… “OH HUBBY!” I said… Loudly? I blinked as the pressure and panic subsided for a brief instant before I realized what I had just said. What the fuck? No… NO NO NO!!!!! I can’t even scream??? That’s not possible! I looked at myself with my phone’s camera and saw that I was still smiling like an idiot. There was no trace of the panic I felt inside. My face was the picture of calm happiness. Oh god… FUCK! I will touch my nose for my husband. NO! I won’t give in… I… I can’t! It’s not right! I felt weak in the knees and wanted nothing more than to crumble in a pile of sobbing limbs right there on the sidewalk. But… I just stayed upright! Perfectly composed on the outside as my mind went completely insane on the inside! “Yes Honey?” I heard him say from the doorway. My blood ran cold as I realized he had come to find me. Of course he had! I called him! I looked up at him and he was standing there in his white shirt and casual shorts, leaning on the open door frame. “You called?” he added. My first thought was to start running down the street. But I quickly thought better of it. I’ll probably just wind up back here like in some freaky horror movie. He wasn’t showing any signs of aggression, if anything, he was so very calm! While I was freaking out! “I… I didn’t mean too Hubby.” I found myself saying. I just wanted to say that I didn’t mean too, but my mouth added the Hubby all on its own! “It’s ok Honey…” he said with a smile. “Did you have a nice walk?” I will touch my nose for my husband. Oh god… NO! Stop it… Why did he have to be so calm! He looked like… Like he was just welcoming his wife back home! But I wasn’t his wife! He was acting as if we had been married for years! I suddenly realized that if someone was looking at us, they would simply assume we were a happily married couple. Why wouldn’t they? He had obvious love in his eyes and I was standing there perfectly composed and smiling like nothing was wrong! I took a long calming breath and tried to push down the swirling panic I felt inside. It wouldn’t help me deal with him if I couldn’t think straight. Get a grip on yourself Taylor… I couldn’t run away… And he didn’t seem to want to hurt me… So I decided to at least walk towards him, since I couldn’t very well stay standing on the sidewalk all day. “My walk was…” I started to say, but caught myself when I realized that I probably wouldn’t be able to say what I meant. So far… I could only act like I was his wife… His loving smiling wife… But inside… I didn’t feel like my words were being changed… I could be myself and say the things I wanted to say. With the exception of my real name anyway. So… Logically, that meant that in the house, I could speak freely… But outside… Where people could see me, I couldn’t. If I calm myself. It made sense. If only in a freakish way… So as long as we were outside, I would be smiling and acting, on the outside, like his wife. “… Interesting.” I finally said. I almost sighed in relief as my mouth actually matched my thoughts. “How so?” he asked as I stepped on his porch. “I had a go around the block… Twice!” I said with an annoyingly fake bubbly tone. “I met a few of the neighbors as I walked and couldn’t help but greet them as warmly as they did!” My voice almost sickened me. So bright and bubbly! “Did you now?” he said with a smile. “And you found that interesting?” I will touch my nose for my husband. I took a calming breath as I pushed my treacherous thoughts aside. “It was.” I said. “I was able to explore our neighborhood while also reminding me how wonderful our neighbors are.” Crap… That’s not exactly what I wanted to say. I wanted to say that I discovered how I couldn’t seem to leave, but of course, the spell wouldn’t let me say that out loud. Not out here. I looked up at him and he chuckled. “Why don’t we go back inside and have a nice breakfast? You must be famished after such a long and eventful walk.” He said as he moved to the side and extended his hand towards the house. As much as I wanted to refuse, I felt like going inside would at least make me feel like myself. I took a deep breath and walked past him. I made my way to the kitchen as I heard him close the door. Once I reached the kitchen, I turned to face him. He came in and didn’t seem angry or annoyed. Just… calm… “I take it that you understand a little more about what the spell can do?” he asked as he moved past me and went to the fridge. “I do.” I said glad to feel a little more like myself. “Why can’t I leave? Am I trapped here forever or something? Doomed to be your fucking stupid airheaded wife?” He chuckled. “I can certainly understand why you would feel that way.” He said as he started to take out vegetables and eggs. “But no, you aren’t trapped here forever.” “Right…” I said, rolling my eyes. “Sure doesn’t feel like it though.” He gathered the food on the kitchen counter and took out a cutting board and knife. “I completely understand my dear.” He said. “The way the spell works, in regards to your little explorations this morning, is that you can’t leave our home if I don’t agree that you need to leave. And since this morning I feel like you should stay home, the spell made sure you couldn’t leave.” “WHAT?” I said. I will touch my nose for my husband. I shook my head to chase away the thought. “The spell…” he continued as he started to cut up the vegetables. “Is based on the ideal married couple. That can mean a lot of things to a lot of people. But since I’m the one that cast it on you, the spell is about my own vision of the perfect married couple.” My jaw dropped as his words started to make sense. “Is that why I couldn’t stop smiling like a fucking idiot when I was outside?” I asked. “It is…” he said as he bent down under the counter and took out a bowl. “So what?” I said. “Your idea of a perfect married couple includes a wife that can’t stop smiling?” “Not quite.” He said as he started to put the vegetables in the bowl. “To me, a married couple should always look and act lovingly and happy while out in public. Call me old fashioned, but I believe that no one should be a witness to our dirty laundry. The best way to achieve that is to have a proper looking wife that smiles and stays civil while others can see her. Regardless of what she feels on the inside.” My jaw dropped again as he started to crack and dump a few eggs in his bowl. “That’s insane! So what?” I asked, glad to feel I could express my disbelief and anger. “You dream about having some sort of Stepford Wife?” “Heavens no…” he said as he went back to the fridge. “Nothing THAT old fashioned. But I do agree with the mindset while out in public. And so, the spell will help make it easy for you by making you feel natural and composed as you smile for the world.” “BY MAKING ME SMILE AND ACT LIKE AN IDIOT YOU MEAN!” I almost screamed. He grabbed a whisk from a drawer and looked at me. “A side effect… Which will only get stronger if you try to act differently from what I expect my wife to act like while out in public. But that’s just your actions, you are still yourself aren’t you? Even if the spell makes you ‘smile like an idiot’ as you say, your mind is intact. Is it not?” “I…” I started to say before I realized he was right. “Yes…” “Of course you are!” he said as he grabbed the bowl and started to whisk away. “I might want the world outside to see you as a loving and respectful wife, but I wouldn’t go so far as completely erasing your wonderful mind. Which I could do by the way…” I watched him whisk the eggs for a few minutes before he placed the bowl on the counter. “Forgot the milk…” he said to himself. “The spell makes you my wife, not my slave.” I blinked as I heard his words. I will touch my nose for my husband. THE COMMANDS!!! “Right..” I said as I watched him grab the milk and return to the counter. “So the whole ‘obedient’ part of the spell DOESN’T make me your slave?” He chuckled. “About that… I must say that I might be slightly wrong there… I guess in a way you are my slave now. But…” he said as he poured a little milk in the bowl. “That is just a tool to help you reach the ideal wife I want you to be.” “By FORCING me to obey you?” I asked. He put the milk down and looked at me. “Has the spell forced you to touch your nose? No. It will only keep reminding you to do it. And since we are being open and honest, I have to phrase my command a certain way for the spell to help you obey it. If I simply ask you to go get some juice from the fridge, the spell won’t bother you with it. I’m not a monster, I won’t force the commands on you unless I need to.” “Right…” I said, rolling my eyes. “As if you wouldn’t use the spell to force me to do stuff!” “I could…” he said as he resumed his whisking. “But I won’t. Using commands like that can have a lot of consequences for you and I would rather avoid those as much as possible. Not to say that I won’t use them, but I won’t abuse them.” He set the bowl down and turned to grab a few spices. He then proceeded to season the mix with a few different things until he got to the pepper. I’m not sure if it was a draft of air or his poor seasoning skills, but some of the pepper wafted up to my nose. Making me sneeze. Without thinking, I wiped my nose. The moment my fingers touched the tip and rubbed, I realized what I was doing and pulled my hand away as if it was being burned. I looked up at him as my heart started to pound. Oh god… NO! I touched my nose! What… What is going to happen now? I waited, but nothing happened. He looked up at me and chuckled. Why was he chuckling? I will touch my nose for my husband. WHAT? No… I… I did touch my nose! “What the fuck… Why… Why didn’t…” I tried to say, but couldn’t muster the words. “Why didn’t the command stop popping into your head?” He asked. “Simple. You didn’t DECIDE to touch your nose. For the command to be released, you need to OBEY it. Willingly.” “Oh god what?” I said as I looked at my hand. “You heard me…” he said as he whisk his eggs again. “And I should probably remind you that the more you resist the command and don’t obey it, the worse the consequences will be…” He stopped whisking and turned his back to me. He brought the bowl to the stove and took out a pan as he turned it on. My eyes drifted to the knife he had left on the counter and I thought about using it on him. Would the spell break if he was dead? Was I ready to kill someone? No… But maybe I could threaten him… Make him break this spell… Consequences… He keeps mentioning consequences… What ARE the consequences if I keep resisting? And what happens when I obey quickly? This whole insane spell was based on his view of a perfect married couple, what else did that mean? What did I want to do next? Choice 5 A – The knife… This was too insane. I had to make this stop before this spell did anything else to me. I’ll just slip around the counter and go threaten him with it. He was big and obviously strong, but he wouldn’t be so strong with a knife pointed at his throat! B – Consequences… Before I act, I need to know what he means. I decided to ask him to tell me about how the commands work exactly. C – Consequences… I decided to get it over with and touch my nose. He could say what he wants, but there is nothing like finding out for myself. I’m a big girl and whatever it was, I better find out. D – Other than forcing this spell on me, I had to admit that he was being a real gentleman about all this. I could easily imagine other men I knew in this situation and I almost thanked my lucky stars I didn’t fall prey to one of those… But it was still very wrong! My thoughts drift to his idea of a perfect married couple. I’m curious and ask him to tell me more about it. E - Other than forcing this spell on me, I had to admit that he was being a real gentleman about all this. I could easily imagine other men I knew in this situation and I almost thanked my lucky stars I didn’t fall prey to one of those… But it was still very wrong! And besides… Why DID I fall prey to him in the first place? With this sort of spell, he could get whoever he wanted right? So why me? He mentioned something about energies… Connections… That he couldn’t help himself… What did he mean? I ask him why he chose me specifically. Choice... Chosen by my helpful follower... Is C! I looked up at him as he heated up some butter before pouring the contents of the bowl in the pan. I decided against threatening him because I didn’t really see myself being able to convince him that I was serious. I was panicking, but I wasn’t fighting desperately to survive. Besides… I had this creeping feeling that his comfort level meant that I might not even be able to harm him. Why else would he turn his back on me like he did? His casual attitude reminded me of earlier when he just started to dress and let me find out for myself that I couldn’t run away. I looked back at my hand. I had to DECIDE to obey his command. So weird… I thought for sure that my actions would at least stop the command since I DID touch my nose. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Consequences… What did he mean? What would happen if I NEVER obeyed his command? Fuck… Would I hear the stupid phrase for the rest of my life? God… I’d go mad! So… If there were consequences and they did get worse as I resisted, maybe I should get this over with now and see what happens. I’ve been resisting his command for a while so… Maybe I’ll get a good clue as to what those consequences might be. I took a deep breath and lifted my finger. I will touch my nose for my husband. I brought my index finger to the tip of my nose and pressed. My eyes widened as a rush of heat suddenly flooded my body and made my knees feel weak. “OH GOD!” I said as I leaned forward to grab the counter. The heat quickly climbed and transformed itself into a rush of erotic pleasure as it pooled between my legs. My clit started to throb as I felt my pussy clench onto nothing as I moaned. The feeling continued to climb, making me feel like I was being fucked or pleasured right there in the kitchen! I fought off the sudden urge to help myself along with my hand as my clit continued to physically throb in time with my pounding heart. But it didn’t stop there… The pleasure climbed and bloomed out from my pussy as they both DEMANDED attention. I couldn’t! I couldn’t touch myself in the kitchen like this! I had to resist! But I failed… My hand shot down and pressed hard on my clit through the fabric of my dress as my body twisted and arched. I couldn’t control myself as I shifted the pressure around my hard hood and moaned louder while the pleasure rushed up my veins and crashed into my head, which snapped back as a wonderful tingling spread through the insides of my skull. The sensation was so overwhelming that my thoughts started to haze over as the delicious pins and needles I felt in my brain made my skin erupt with goose bumps. And then I came… Nothing earth shattering, but there was no doubt about it. It was an orgasm. It came out of nowhere and completely overwhelmed me for a long moment before the haze of pleasure finally subsided. I was left with a deliciously euphoric feeling as something warm infused my whole body like a blanket. A warm comfy blanket… God it felt nice… I realized I had closed my eyes and looked down at my hand, still pressing on my clit through my dress. Fuck… That came out of nowhere… I removed my hand and looked up at my husband. He was still watching the pan as the omelette he was making us simmered deliciously, filling the kitchen with a smell that made my stomach growl. Wait a minute… Did I just… I shook my head and looked at him again as I straightened myself up. “Sounds like you decided to touch your nose after all.” He said as he lifted the pan from the stove and turned towards me. “Tell me Honey, did that feel nice?” I blinked as my mind looked at the man that had tattooed his spell onto my back without my knowledge or consent. He skillfully slid the omelette into a plate on the counter as I tried to understand what I was feeling. Tried to make sense of what I KNEW… I knew this man wasn’t my husband. Not last night at least… But as I admired his strong hands and meticulous manner while he prepped a second plate, I couldn’t seem to bring myself to view him as just a one night stand. I just… Couldn’t. He was so much more than a one night stand… He felt more… Important… Like he meant more to me somehow. Husband? I had seen him as my husband just now… No doubt about it. Was it the after effects of my orgasm? I felt so good and warm as the pleasure subsided that… Yes… That must be it! My mind just went with the fantasy that this handsome man WAS my husband. But no… We never got married so he couldn’t be my husband. Could he? But then again… We DID share the same last name. Wait… No… That’s not right… My last name… Oh right… hhahahah How could I forget! My maiden name was Alessi before… Huh… Today? I looked down at my hand. I tried to picture myself filling out a form where I needed to write down my name and suddenly realized that the first name that popped in my head wasn’t Taylor Alessi. It was Taylor Menditto. And for some reason… That didn’t freak me out in the slightest because my name WAS Taylor Menditto. “At a loss for words I see…” he said as he placed the beautifully prepared breakfast plate in front of me. “I’ve never experienced the spell first hand of course, but I assume from your moans that it didn’t feel awful to obey my command. Correct?” he said as he placed a knife and a fork next to my plate. “Now please my dear… Eat while it’s hot. I promise you’ll feel better with a full stomach.” I was completely blown away. Shocked… I had just cum. I couldn’t deny it. Obeying his command and touching my nose had made me CUM! I looked up at him as he sat down across from me and started to dig into his own plate. My anger and panic from moments before felt alien to me. I still thought he had been presumptuous and wrong to have cast this spell on me without asking me first, but as I looked at him, I couldn’t deny the warmth I felt. I was so confused… But at least, I wasn’t scared. Not anymore… Which admittedly felt pretty nice. I looked at my plate and felt my stomach grumble again as the scent of the folded omelette filled my lungs. Might as well eat… I picked up the fork and worked a piece of omelette free before placing it in my mouth. The taste invaded my taste buds and I almost moaned when I discovered how perfect the texture of it was. I took another bite and savored the feel and taste of the spices he had added. God… This was probably the best omelette I’ve had in a long time! “This is really good…” I said as I forked in another bite. “I’m glad you like it. I love to cook, especially when I have company.” He said as he got up. “Would you like anything to drink with that? Coffee? Juice? Tea? An espresso maybe?” I finished my bite and smiled. “Juice is fine… Huh…” I said. “Thank you…” I added. “My pleasure.” He said as he got the OJ from the fridge. I watched him pour us both a glass before he came back to sit down. I took a few more bites as I let my experience sink in. I felt pleasure when I gave into his command… Pretty intense pleasure at that. Interesting… “To answer your question…” I finally said. “Yes. Obeying your command DID feel nice… Which makes me think that you are going to use that to help convince me that doing what I’m told feels good. Right?” He finished his mouthful and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “You aren’t wrong of course. The spell is designed to help you fit into my views of a perfect wife. I won’t be a hypocrite and try to convince you that my views don’t include some docility on your part. Like I said before, I’m a little old fashioned and I do believe that the man of the house should make the important decisions. I also believe that his wife should trust and respect those decisions…” I looked at him as he took a long sip of his juice. What he said made sense, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. After all, this spell was designed to be a lot more intense than plain old respect. If I was honest, I didn’t start my career because I didn’t feel driven, quite the opposite in fact. Being his perfect docile wife didn’t really go hand in hand with my life plan. “This being said…” he continued as he placed the glass on the counter. “This view doesn’t go so far as to make you mindlessly obedient… Although the spell won’t make you into some mindless wife, it will help you accept my views about us.” So he didn’t want me as a mindless bimbo trophy wife. That was good to know… “So…” I said as I played with my fork. “This spell is supposed to help me… You didn’t say how exactly… I mean… I understand feeling good when I obey your commands… Those you apparently choose to give anyway… But… You told me about consequences and feeling pleasure doesn’t sound like a consequence. It feels more like a reward.” He looked up at me and smiled. “Didn’t you feel it?” he asked. “Oh I felt it…” I said with a blush. “I mean… I felt something…” “You came.” He said. “Correct?” “I… huh…” I said, suddenly shy. “I may… Yes… I did…” It felt so strange to admit that I had just cum in his kitchen, but then again, we had fucked almost everywhere else last night so… “Of course you did.” He said. “And as you felt the pleasure grow and grow… Didn’t you feel… Something… Pleasure and tingle inside that beautiful head of yours?” I blinked as I looked up into his smiling eyes. He was right… I did feel something… “I guess…” I said. “Yes, there was definitely a tingle of… Something… Was that it? Was that the consequence?” “Yes.” He said as he held my gaze. “Every time you feel that tingle, it means that the spell is hitching a ride on your pleasure and infiltrating your brain. Your thoughts… Your memories… Every time you resist a command, the magic will weave itself into your mind and change things. The more you resist, the more it will change.” “Woah…” I said as mild panic flared up deep inside me. “But don’t worry my dear…” he said. “The more you resist, the more intense the pleasure you’ll feel. They’ll go hand in hand.” My heart raced a little as I started to piece together what this meant. Obey him quickly and feel mild pleasure, but I keep my head the way it is. Only, this means that I’m basically accepting his rule over me by obeying his commands and letting the pleasure condition me to like it more and more. If I resist his command, I’ll eventually go nuts from having that command constantly repeated in my mind before I finally give in and obey just to shut it up. Only to feel enormous amounts of pleasure as a reward while the magic re-aligns my thoughts and plays around in my memories so I come to accept his views on how our marriage should be. Oh god… Marriage? We aren’t married! But… Oh god… I feel like we are! “This is…” I started to say, but words failed me. If this was real, then there was no hope! “Strange and intense… I know…” he said as he picked up his plate and went to the sink. “Especially for someone that doesn’t understand or know about magic.” I watched him rinse out his plate and glass before placing them in the sink. He then came back and stood right next to me. “Are you done with your breakfast?” he asked and held his hand towards my plate. I looked up at him as I tried to wrap my brain around the magical trap I found myself in. I already saw him as my husband… God… I looked back down to my half eaten omelette. “Not yet… If that’s ok…” I said looking back at him. “Of course Honey…” he said tenderly as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “I can understand that this is all very overwhelming for you. Take your time and eat your fill. I’ll be in the solarium around back. The sun is always wonderful there as it climbs towards noon.” His tenderness made me feel a spike of the emotions I had felt the night before. His closeness felt so good… And his kiss? I didn’t know how to explain it, but it felt… Right… Even if all this was incredibly weird, I had to admit that he had been right this morning, we DID connect in a special way. He moved away and walked towards the back of the kitchen, but stopped at the door leading to the hallway. “Oh and before I forget…” he said. “We share chores in my house. So when I cook, you do the dishes and when you cook, I’ll do the same. No discussion. Understood?” I swallowed. His manner wasn’t as gentle now. I could clearly see the authority and confidence he had displayed the night before. “That sounds fair…” was all I managed to say. “Good. And I also expect the kitchen to be clean and ready before lunch. I’ve always kept a clean and proper house so you will do the same. So no procrastinating. Understood?” “Ok…” I said again. He nodded and smiled before moving into the hallway. I looked at the empty door as if it held answers to the questions cascading through my brain. What did this all mean? How did I feel about it now that I had obeyed a command and my mind was magically altered? Was it just that I saw him as my husband? Or was there something else the magic did while I enjoyed the unexpected release? What WAS his view of a perfect married couple? ‘Some docility’ he said… Just how docile was he expecting me to be? How was I going to react next time he commanded me? I finished my omelette, rediscovering how good it was as I drained the juice he had brought me. He certainly didn’t feel like the tyrannical type. He had made us breakfast when he could have commanded me to do it. After what he told me about the spell, making breakfast didn’t seem like it was worth risking losing more of my mind and I would have obeyed without resisting. In fact, except for the spell, he had been nothing but loving so far. Ha! He even acted as if I was his wife… I guess to him I am. As for me… I was still very much on the fence about whether or not he was my husband. It felt like he was… But… It also felt strange… I got up and went to the sink to start the dishes. It didn’t take me too long to get everything washed and dried, but it took me a long while to put everything away since I had no clue where anything was! It gave me a chance to explore the kitchen and I had to admit that it was very well equipped. I wasn’t an extraordinary cook, but I dabbled with a few recipes and caught myself picturing myself doing them in his kitchen. The thought initially made me smile because it felt so natural, but then I frowned because I realized how easy it was to picture myself in his home. Was that something else the spell did? Or was that just me coming to grips with what is happening? I debated briefly about what to do once the kitchen was cleaned, but I soon realized that I still had too many questions. One of which was that I was wondering if he had anything else I could wear! So I went into the hallway and explored his home until I found the solarium. My jaw dropped as I entered the brightly lit room. The 3 walls and ceiling were completely made of glass! There were plants everywhere, but what caught my eye was all the easels I saw scattered around. I took a step inside as I took in all the canvases around the room. There were brushes… Paint mixing boards and jars... It was a painting studio! I walked slowly as I looked at a few unfinished canvases and realized immediately that a few were of landscapes, but most were about the human body. More precisely… The female body… I walked past a rather large canvas and almost yelped in surprise as I saw him sitting topless on a stool. He was leaning in close to one of the canvases as he got busy using a small brush and some red paint. He was so engrossed by his work that he didn’t seem to have noticed me. Which gave me a chance to take in his muscular back. I felt my heart suddenly race as a wave of arousal shot through me out of nowhere. Woah… Where did that one come from? I hadn’t felt aroused when I saw him this morning, not like this… Was that another side effect of the spell? God… If I felt mild arousal every time I saw him half naked… I was going to be in trouble! “Like what you see?” he asked without turning away from his work. “I… Huh…” I said looking around his studio. “I do yes… You are pretty talented…” “Thank you.” He said as he straightened his back and turned to look at me. “The dishes are done I presume?” I nodded. “Good!” he said with a smile. Then he looked at me from head to toe and frowned. “Right… Almost forgot about that…” he said as he got up. I watched him approach me and I felt my heart start to race again and I saw his ripped abdomen. He came right up to me and looked me over. “This won’t do… My wife shouldn’t be made to wear her dirty club clothes. I apologize for not thinking ahead. For now… Let me help you with that…” “What are…” I started to say, but he lifted his finger and placed it on my lips, making my tummy tingle with another spike of arousal. He smiled and brought his hands in front of him. He placed the tips of his right index and thumb to the tip of his left index and thumb in a sort of triangle. He closed his eyes and murmured something I didn’t understand before he smiled. I was about to ask him what he was doing when a rush of… Something… Went over my skin like a gust of wind. Only… There was no wind! I looked down just in time to see my dress start to morph and change as it rearranged itself on my skin! I freaked out and stepped back as suddenly, I wasn’t wearing my party dress, but tight fitting yoga pants that matched the grey sports top that replaced the top of my dress! The new outfit exposed my toned stomach perfectly as I looked on in shock. “What the fuck?” I asked as I looked up at him. “You can DO that?” “That and much more… I DID tell you I can do magic right?” he said with a confident smile. “Now tell me if that is uncomfortable for you. The goal was to make you wear something comfortable.” “I…” I said as I looked back at my new outfit. “It does… yes…” “Good.” He said as he stepped close and took my chin in his fingers, making me look up. Sending my heart racing yet again. “The proper thing to do when your husband does something nice for you is to thank him.” He said as his eyes lost a few sparks of joy. “Thank you…” I said. “Good.” He said with a smile. He released my chin and moved back towards the canvas he was working on. “From now on, I expect my wife to always be presentable and well groomed in my home. You are encouraged to dress as casual as you wish of course, but keep in mind that I much rather see my wife in appealing clothes than baggy hand me downs. In time, we’ll be able to go shopping and get you anything you wish, but for now…” he said as he sat on his stool. He turned to face me and did his triangle symbol again. He closed his eyes and started to mumble in that strange dialect he used earlier. Oh god… Was he about to put another spell on me? He was! I just heard my name! Felt a rush of… Something… Explode from him and he smiled before the tension in his pose drained out and he looked to the ground. I blinked as I saw how exhausted he looked. Concern welled up inside me and I rushed to him. “Are you ok?” I asked as I grabbed his strong shoulders. “Yes…” he said as he closed his eyes. “Just a little dizzy…” He took a deep breath and smiled. “I’m fine… I just didn’t realize I was about to teleport so many clothes…” “What?” I asked. “What clothes?” “YOUR clothes…” he said as he regained his composure. “I can’t have my wife wear just anything, so until we can go get you a set of proper clothes, you’ll be able to pick something nice from your own wardrobe.” I blinked again as the reality of what he said sank in. “You…” I said as I moved in front of him. “You TELEPORTED my clothes?” He just nodded, but then his eyes grew a little cold and I understood. “THANKS!” I quickly said. “Good…” he said as he took another steadying breath. We looked at each other and I was suddenly hit by how amazing this man truly was. A thousand questions swam through my brain as the sparkle slowly returned to his eyes. His gaze drifted down my body and I felt a warm thrill caress my skin as I pictured the thoughts that must be going through his mind. The thrill of his obvious lust sent my mind down erotic paths I wasn’t ready for. Did the spell do this too? Or was I just coming to terms with the fact that a wizard had just basically decided to claim me to be his wife? Which reminded me that I still didn’t know why he had tattooed his spell on me. It also reminded me that I still had no idea what he was planning for us. He had just, apparently, teleported all my clothes from my home, which I assumed meant that he expected me to live with him. As his wife… I guess it was only normal… The thought didn’t bother me THAT much, which I knew was a little odd, but I blamed that on the spell. Magic… Who would have thought? I couldn't deny it any longer. Magic was real… I had just seen him morph my dress! I’d be a fool to try and deny it after all I felt and saw. Magic was real… Which made me wonder what else he could do… Choice 6 A – The weird arousal was getting to me and seeing him shirtless wasn’t going unnoticed down between my legs. Not to mention that I was still a little hazy from my earlier orgasm. It may be the spell, but something about him truly calls to me in an erotic way. Something that didn’t scare me at all. What was it I wonder… B – I’m so curious about his powers… My brain can’t help but wonder what kinds of erotic magical games he would play with me if I just let go and accept to be his wife. So I ask him about his magic powers, trying to imagine for myself how it could be used to spice up a relationship. My mind was already thinking dirty thoughts. After all, if he could morph my clothes… C – I’m tempted to just see where all these emotions are leading me, but I can tell that the life he expects us to have is a far cry from my own. I gather up my courage and ask him point blank to continue to describe his views of the perfect married couple and where he expects me to fit into it all. D – My mind was going a mile a minute with possibilities and questions as I realized that everything he told me was true. The spell… His powers… The effects of it all… My arousal… Our connection… My mind drifts back to the why… WHY ME? He said we had something special, something rare… He couldn’t resist… Why was that? I asked him about it. E – I resign myself… Magic is real and I won’t be able to get out of this mess. He had REAL magic… Real power… And he wasn’t going to let me go even if I begged. Which only really left me one choice. I had to give in… But as I am now… I would always question myself… So… Why not jump in? I look at the canvases and smile. I tell him that I want him to command me to model naked for him. I’ll resist… making the spell change me further…In fact, I’ll ask him to command me to do EVERYTHING today. I’ll resist them all until I can’t take the repetitions. Until the orgasm takes me once I obey and the spell makes it easier for my mind to accept what is happening to me. Choice... Chosen by my helpful follower... Is A! I still had my hands on his shoulders as his eyes drifted and admired my new attire. I couldn’t deny that the attention was making me think about how incredible our night had been. Flashes of our fuck on the sofa made my cheeks burn as I remembered just how intense the journey to our mutual release had been. My growing arousal made me vividly aware of the strength I felt beneath my finger tips. If this situation were anywhere near normal, finding him topless in his studio after such a night would have made me want to come over and seductively straddle him… Kiss him… Feel his lust for me grow as my crotch gently pressed forward… However, this situation was anything BUT normal! I clearly felt the attraction growing between us, but somewhere deep within my mind, there was this little voice that tried to remind me that he had taken me. Claimed me as his wife… The thought both scared and aroused me. But as I felt his lustful eyes roam my body, the little voice slowly died away as my own arousal seemed to rise to match. I started to ignore the parts of myself that wanted to resist what was happening to me and the more I did, the more I started to feel something… It wasn’t my own lust because I could clearly feel my desires as I took in his muscular frame. No… What I felt wasn’t at all based on my own carnal appreciation of the talented man before me. No… It was… Something more… It was hazy… Like a dream I couldn’t remember… A dream that left you with ideas… Thoughts… Feelings… Images so foggy that if you concentrate on them too much, they shift and change as they get polluted by your thoughts and musings. Trying to understand them only made them less... Understandable… But if you just let yourself feel them… If you let yourself float around in them… They stay and keep giving you that extended feeling… That notion that you know exactly what they are without actively understanding exactly what they truly represent. It was so confusing… But it was there… I could feel like… Like his eyes were speaking to me… Like I could FEEL his lust for me… And if I didn’t concentrate too much on it… I… I felt like I could get a sense of what it was. The first thought I had was that I was somehow feeling his lust for me. Not just in the usual way where you see the lust in his eyes or the tent in his pants. No… This felt different… Like I was sensing his thoughts… His desires… Was this the spell? Probably… I got a sense that he really enjoyed the outfit he had made me wear. Like… Like it went well with some of his preferences… His fantasies… Oh god… Was this spell going to make me FEEL what he would like? Part of me found that incredible arousing… Part of me also tried to remind myself that it was all to help sculpt me into his view of a perfect wife. I pushed off him and took a step back, enjoying his eyes as he watched me. I placed my hands sweetly behind my back and did my best to pose for him while I tried to let my mind bask in the strange feeling I seemed to be getting from him. As his eyes came up to my own, I realized that I was somewhat right. Unless this was all my lust fuelled imagination, I really WAS getting a feel for what he was thinking about. I got another hazy wave of sensations that indicated that he really did find this simple outfit incredibly attractive. “You know…” I said as I looked at him. “As comfortable as this outfit is, I have a whole selection of Saturday comfort wear in my wardrobe. If you want, I can go and see if there is one you would like a little more?” My tone was somewhere between out right flirtatious and friendly chat. I couldn’t help my arousal and it showed in my voice. I wasn’t completely sure if I wanted things to evolve sexually, but I had to admit that I wasn’t against the idea. He smiled. Was it because I wasn’t trying to fight or ask him a thousand questions about my situation? Or was it because he loved my idea… “What you are wearing is perfectly fine Honey.” He said. I smiled. “Your eyes certainly told me as much…” I said coyly. His eyes brightened and I got another hazy wave of lust… “Well… I’m pretty sure anything you decide to wear would make my eyes tell you the same thing.” I blushed as I looked at some of the graphic depictions I saw around me. Most of them had incredibly alluring and round figures. Which made me realize that I didn’t look anything like them. My frame was rather slim and since I worked out a few times a week, I didn’t have an ounce of fat on me. My tits were slightly smaller than average and I had no ass to speak off. As for the women I saw on his canvases, they all seemed to have large perky breasts that went extremely well with their round hourglass hips and butts. He obviously likes a woman with curves, so why did he lust for me so much? “So you say…” I said as I took a few steps to stand next to one of his naked beauties. “But something tells differently…” I leaned carefully on one of his more well-defined canvases and smiled at him. “A girl could easily feel self-conscious among all these ladies…” He chuckled. His soft laugh made me realize just how flirtatious I was getting. Was I really sure I wanted to push things there? It certainly felt better than panicking… Which reminds me… It was a little amazing to feel this calm while also knowing how wrong it was. “That’s certainly not the goal.” He said. “Besides… You don’t need to feel self conscious Honey. You have a wondrous body… Or hasn’t our evening proved to you just how incredibly sexy you are?” His mention of our evening only served to push my arousal higher as I felt another hazy wave of lust come off him. I looked at the lady portrayed next to me. “Do you bring all your conquests to your studio?” I asked. “Not all…” he said. “Just those I wish to immortalize… Capture some of the allure and fun we had.” I looked around at all the canvases. If he was telling the truth, he certainly looked like he had a healthy sex life! “Seems you had a lot of fun then…” I said looking back at him. “I did.” He said as he stood up from his stool. “But you misunderstand if you assume I’ve slept with all of these ladies. Some were here simply to model.” “Really?” I asked as I looked back to the lady portrayed next to me. She was kneeling, squeezing her generous breasts together while her knees were tastefully spread apart. Her face was so life-like that I could easily tell how aroused she was as she looked towards us. I looked back at him with a smile, which made him chuckle again. “Well not Amy there…” he said as he stepped closer. “She and I spent a wonderful weekend and she was more than happy to pose for me.” I looked back at her face. “Seems she looks like she would have had a lot of trouble keeping still while you painted her…” He moved behind me and looked over my shoulder. Was he always this tall? I felt like I had shrunk… No… It’s just my imagination… Or maybe my lust? “Oh she did…” he said as he bent low. “Which is why I helped her along a little…” he whispered in my ear. His soft voice sent electric delights down my spine as I became vividly aware of his proximity. I just had to ease back a few inches… Feel his strong frame against me… I took a deep breath, chasing away my horny thoughts. “And huh…” I said. “How exactly did you help her?” “Oh nothing much…” he said as he straightened back up. “Just a little spell I like to use on some of my models… It helps them keep still…” My heart raced as I pictured what it would be like. “What like… You froze them into place or something?” “Or something…” he whispered in my ear again, sending even more arousal. “Let’s just say that the more aroused they felt, the easier it was for them to stay still…” Oh god… He could do that? I swallowed hard. “And huh…” I said. “Would you ever want to portray me?” “Of course I would Honey…” he said as his arms encircled me, hugging me close to him. “You are my wife… I’d paint your beautiful features every day…” My arms moved up to embrace his. God… I felt his strong chest against my back and I pushed down the urge to push back with my ass to see if he was getting as aroused as I was. Why did it have to feel so natural? So comfortable… “And huh…” I said licking my lips. “Would you use that spell on me too?” He chuckled again and I felt his laughter vibrate deliciously through his chest. “I could…” he said as he placed his chin on the top of my head. “But I wouldn’t need to… Unless you wish to experience it of course.” Did I? The thought certainly seemed arousing… Wait… “What do you mean…” I said as I looked back over my shoulder, getting free of his chin. “Why wouldn’t you need it with me?” “Because of the tattoo…” he said with a smile. The tattoo… I was suddenly vividly aware of my lower back as it reminded me of the situation I was in. “Are you telling me the tattoo does more than guide me?” I asked. “Not really…” he said. “But I can easily achieve the same determination as the spell. Would you like me to demonstrate?” Oh god… Where was this leading us? “Maybe…” I said as I looked back to the canvas. “Should I understand that you want to spend the rest of the morning painting me?” He chuckled again. “Well there is a fun idea…” he said. “I would love to Honey… But… Maybe not in the way you imagine…” He kissed my cheek, sending more hot thrills down my spine before he released me. I watched him go to his cluttered desk before he started to rummage and look through his papers. I looked back at his canvas and tried to imagine how it would feel like… Feeling more and more that you couldn’t move as my arousal grew, feeding that immobility further… “Ah!” he exclaimed. “Here it is…” I looked back to him as he came towards me with a Polaroid in his hand. “How about I paint you like this…” he said as he offered me the picture. I took it and gasped. The picture was of a topless woman with only a pair of lacy panties to hide her decency. She was sitting in a very suggestive way on some sort of wooden bench. Her skin was completely covered with paint! Designs… Textures… Her curves were exquisitely enhanced by the colors and lines that adored her body. But that’s not what shocked me. What made me gasp was that he was offering to paint ME like that. My mind already propelled forward and tried to imagine myself trying to stay still as he delicately tickled my skin with his wet brush strokes… The experience certainly didn’t leave me indifferent! But the more I looked at her alluring figure, the more I took in just how curvy the model actually was. Her breasts were full and perky in a way that made mine look underdeveloped. Her shapely figure included a soft narrow waist that extended in the tasteful hourglass figure. In fact, the more I looked at her, the more I found her proportions to be perfect. She looked like the ideal woman! So sexy and sensual… She was the perfect canvas and it made me acutely aware that my own body, although very sexy, was nowhere near her level of curves and sensuality. “It sounds fun…” I said as I looked at him. “But I fear I won't make a good canvas… I clearly don’t possess the same allure as she has.” “Neither did she…” he said as he produced another picture from behind his back. I took the second Polaroid and looked. My jaw dropped as I saw the same woman sitting on her bench without paint on her skin. Only… Her chest wasn’t as full and her ass definitely wasn’t as round! I looked up at him in shock. “You… You did that to her?” I asked. “Technically…” he said as he took back the pictures. “The paint did all the work. Each brush stroke slowly made her body change… Eventually reaching a state which mirrors her own secret desires.” I swallowed hard. “Are you telling me… That when you painted on her skin… The paint magically morphed her to look like she wished she looked?” “That’s exactly what I’m saying. It was a fun afternoon…” he said as he looked at the picture. “Mostly because I was just as anxious to see the results as she was.” “Wow… That’s… Amazing…” I said as I looked at the pictures in his hands. “It certainly is… I never know how it will turn out.” He said as he looked up. “It’s always interesting to see how a woman views her perfect self. It’s a very good exercise in self image... I remember this one model that barely changed at all. It surprised us both, but it was what she pictured and it made her realize just how sexy she really was.” “That’s so incredible…” I said. “It is. But sadly…” he said as he turned. “The changes aren’t permanent. They stick around for as long as the paint stays on their skin…” He put the pictures back among his cluttered desk and sat back on the edge as he looked at me. “It’s still pretty amazing…” He smiled. “And I didn’t even tell you how the paint feels while the magic operates… But I think it’s best if you discover it for yourself.” I swallowed again. “So you want to paint on me… And…” “Discover what my beautiful wife would like to look like? Yes. I certainly do.” He said with a smile. “How about you? Would you like to discover what your idea of your ideal self looks like?” I bit my lower lip. Of course I wanted to experience that! But I was still wondering about the tattoo… “I certainly would…” I said as I faced him. “But I’m curious though… You said my tattoo could make me reach the same determination… To stay still I mean… If I’m going to be topless for you while you slowly paint on my skin, I think I need to better understand what you meant.” He chuckled. “You will understand very quickly…” he said. “Once you agree to let me paint you.” I barely debated with myself as I looked at his hungry eyes. I felt so curious and aroused that I forgot all about the weird circumstances of how and why I found myself bound to my husband. All I cared about now was to experience what he was describing. “Ok… I’m game…” I said with a smile. “Marvelous…” he said as he got up and walked to the stool. I watched him place it in the middle of the brightly lit room before he extended his hand to it in invitation. I savored his lust filled eyes for a moment before I walked to him. I stood in front of him and lifted my arms in the air while raising my eyebrow. His smile was dripping with lust as he took my cue and caressed my ribs. I shivered at the ticklish touch, but I managed to keep calm as his fingers slowly grabbed the bottom of my sports top. He worked them up and over my head and I had to fight off the urge to kiss him as he pulled it up over my hands. His lips were so close… He let the top fall to the ground while he looked into my eyes. I pushed down an urge to kiss him as his gaze seemed to convey so much of his lust and arousal for me. God… My nipples felt so hard! He smiled and looked down at my body. “Yoga pants won’t do I’m afraid…” he said as he stepped back. I looked down and suddenly realized that I probably didn’t have panties on! Did he expect me to remove them? I looked back at him as he took a deep breath. I watched him place his hands in front of him in the same triangle sign. He mumbled to himself and I felt a rush of… Something… Envelope my legs. I watched in awe as my yoga pants started to morph before my eyes. When the rush of magic stopped, I was wearing the same pair of lacy panties I had seen the girl wearing in the Polaroid. “Woah…” I said as I felt my legs tingle. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to that…” “You better not…” he said as he pointed to the stool again. “I won’t be in the habit of changing your clothes like this.” “Right…” I said as I sat down on the stool. “And now… Something to help you stay still…” he said as he looked in my eyes. Oh god… What was he about to do now? I watched him take a deep breath before he spoke. “You will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for your husband.” Almost immediately, I heard my voice echo his words in my mind. I will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for your husband. Oh god… What? “See?” he said as he turned to go to his cabinet. “I don’t need to use creative and draining spells on you to achieve the same erotic determination. Obey my command and you’ll feel the reward wash over you for as long as you obey this command. The moment you stop obeying and willfully move, the pleasure will stop…” He opened the doors and started to take out a few clay pots. “Of course… If you change your mind about this, you can always choose to disobey and go do something else… But then you’ll hear the command echo in your mind until you do… And then the magic will continue to change you…” He came back and set up a second stool next to the table next to me before he sat down. He placed the clay pots and reached for one of the brushes on the table. “I am ready my dear…” he said as he reached out and took a small brush. “All you have to do now is obey the command…” My heart pounded! If I obey the command right away… I’ll feel pleasure but… How much pleasure? He said I’d feel it for as long as I obeyed… God… How long WOULD he need to paint me? Would I be able to resist the pleasure? The idea that he was going to caress my skin with that brush sent hot waves between my legs and I knew I wanted him to go for it. But the command… I will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for your husband. Oh god… If I resisted the command, I would be letting the magic change me. Eventually anyway… The more I resist, the more it will change me… Part of me knew that it wouldn’t be so bad… In fact, it might even be a blessing! It already felt so good to view him as my husband. Even if I was still confused about what my thoughts were on the subject. So resisting might be a good idea… If only a little… How should I play this? Choice 7 A – I give in to the idea and strike a sensual yet comfortable pose and immediately feel the pleasure start to course through my body. I try as hard as I can to resist it while he paints on my skin. I couldn’t wait to see how my body would change under his talented brush. B – I get a wicked idea as I start to understand the dilemma he is placing me under with his command. Since I wouldn’t mind feeling a little more comfortable with this forced arrangement, I tell him to add a command: I want him to order me to move once I strike his pose. That way, I’ll be forced to endure the pleasure of his first command while playing chicken with his second. Because the longer I wait… The greater the mental change… C – I decided to resist the command a little by teasing him. I let my lust show through my eyes and lean forward to kiss him. I still wanted him to paint on me, but I was curious to see how much lust he had for me. Would he be able to resist? D – I decided to obey the command quickly, but after I get a taste of how the command makes me feel when I obey immediately, I slightly move my foot to break the magical pleasure. Not that I don’t want to experience the pleasure, I just want to experience the paint and sensuality for myself as the magic of the paint slowly takes effect. Choice... Chosen by my helpful follower... Is A! I bit my lower lip as I thought about what this new spell was supposed to do to me. I mean… Letting a man paint my naked skin was in itself an erotic endeavour, but add to it the prospect of transforming my body into the perfect self image I yearn to attain one day… A mean… What girl DIDN’T wish she could change something about herself? All my flaws would melt away under his brush… My curves would swell to the proportions I knew would make me look so very sexy… Really, there was no sense in waiting to obey his simple command. Especially since it meant that I would lose myself to the tattoo if I did. So I held back an excited laugh as I decided that I would obey. I looked at the stool I was sitting on and I tried to picture a pose that would be comfortable to stay in. I could put my hands behind my head, which would probably be best to let him paint every inch of my skin while being erotic… But I discarded the idea because keeping my arms in the air felt like it would become painful pretty fast. I could just sit and let my arms dangle to the sides, but that wasn’t really ‘sensual’ now was it? I will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for my husband. It had to be sensual… But if I wanted the command and the pleasure to continue, I also needed it to be somewhat comfortable. Right? My eyes drifted to the wooden chair I saw near his desk and I smiled. I got up and pushed the stool aside before moving towards the cluttered desk. I saw his eyebrow lift and I just winked at him as I turned to grab the chair. I brought it over to where the stool had been and I placed it so the chair faced away from him. I straddled the chair so I was facing my husband and smiled as I saw him take in my topless body. “Will this do?” I asked as I placed my hands on the back of the chair and tilted my head back. I shook my head so my modest hair fell down into place while I leaned back away from him. I didn’t lean so far back as to make it straining on my arms and hands to keep me upright, but I did push back far enough to give ample access to my chest. I will strike a sensual pose and stay completely still for my husband. I figured that if I was going to be his canvas, I better pick a pose that offered him as much access as possible. “That will do beautifully…” he said. I smiled and settled into my pose while I told myself that I had to relax and concentrate on staying perfectly still. My heart started to beat a little harder as I took a deep breath and realized what I must look like to him. As I pictured myself staying perfectly still, I felt my clit throb deliciously before a wave of exquisite tingling spread out from between my legs. A soft moan escaped my lips as the tingling washed all over my skin. The erotic setting of my pose truly took hold of my mind and I briefly thought about how different the magical pleasure felt. Earlier, when I touched my nose, it felt like I had been suddenly overwhelmed with a crescendo of pleasure that crested over into an orgasm. But this… This felt more like I was reading an erotic novel. Mildly intense arousal coursed through my veins as images of our night together crept to the surface of my thoughts. “I’m very pleased you are actually up for this…” I heard him say. I saw him come into view above me and he was all smiles. I smiled back and didn’t say a word as I thought that it may break the rule of his command. After all… I didn’t want to stop feeling this delicious arousal just yet! I watched him bend down and thought he was about to kiss me! God… As aroused as I was, I didn’t think I would be able to stop myself from kissing back! But I was ok because he didn’t kiss me, not on the lips anyway. He closed his eyes and tenderly kissed my forehead, sending thrills along my skin like a small electrical shock. I felt him caress my hair before his lips finally broke contact and I fought down the shiver I felt wash down my spine. “I could start with your chest or your face…” he said as he walked behind me. “But I believe I’ll start slow… You don’t know how the magic of the paint will affect you yet and I wouldn’t want it to make you move unexpectedly.” Oh god… I almost forgot… He mentioned something about the paint feeling special. I heard him pull up his stool and sit down. “Now I hope you won’t be too ticklish…” he said. “The tip of the brush can be a real tease. Let’s see how you react without the paint… Brace yourself…” I took in a large breath and tried to steel my nerves. I wasn’t that ticklish, well not anywhere on my back at least, but the arousal coursing through my body right now might make me feel things differently. I felt the tip press squarely between my shoulder blades and gasped. He pressed harder than I expected, but the effect was what I needed not to move. I felt the bristles bend with force as he let me feel it before he started to move it around. He was right… The brush WAS mildly ticklish! But I endured it easily. He went all around my shoulders and middle back before he seemed satisfied that I wouldn’t move. “Good… Looks like I can begin…” he said as he pulled the brush away. “Apologies… The paint might be a tad cold at first, but don’t worry, it will warm up in a few moments.” I gasped again as I felt the wet brush contact my skin in my lower back. I managed not to move even though the paint was pretty cold against my hot skin. Lucky for me, he didn’t waste too much time in one spot and spread the paint all along my back, which helped me deal with the shiver following the sharp contrast. I tried to relax my mind and closed my eyes. This will take a while… I pushed down the exquisite pleasure I was feeling by concentrating on the tip of the brush. I let my mind try to picture the lines he was painting on my skin as my idle thoughts also drifted to the fact that I might get to see actual changes to my body. ‘Each brush stroke slowly made her body change… Eventually reaching a state which mirrors her own secret desires...’ he had said. I had a pretty good idea of what I felt was wrong with my own body, but I wondered how the magic of the paint would interpret my insecurities. My desires… I always knew my modest chest wasn’t that bad, but I always pictured that I would look better with bigger and perkier boobs. How big would they get? C cup? D cup? E… No… That might be too much… God… His brush is starting to feel pretty damn good too. Is he tracing the lines of my tattoo? Sure feels like it… HHMMM… Fuck… Where did that spike come from? A warm wave of heat washed over my skin as he painted away just above my ass. Damn it… I should not have sat down! Now he barely has room back there to paint on my ass! Will the paint change that too? I work out way too much and have the slim ass and tummy to prove it. I love my workouts, but it doesn’t help my ass at all! My natural figure isn’t exactly what you would compare to an hourglass. I look pretty damn sexy in workout clothes, but my ass is about as flat and shapeless as it could possibly be! I always wished I could get a bubblier ass… Will the paint change that too? I was getting lost in my musings and the powerful arousal that was growing inside my body. But even so, I eventually noticed that the paint didn’t feel cold anymore. As the brush started to apply the liquid to my shoulders, I felt my skin get hot and tingly… Was this magic? Or was it just my own aroused brain making my heart pound and my temperature rise? I didn’t know and frankly, I didn’t really care. I fought the urge to lick my lips as I felt him start to paint my arms. Each brush stroke felt like it was teasing my nerves in the most unique way. He did my right arm and I almost laughed when his nimble little brush painted each of my fingers before painting the inside of my palms. It tickled! My mind was floating in mild ecstasy as he started on my left arm, but part of me was still very aware and musing about what I would end up looking like. Would it surprise me? Would I be disappointed? Would he like it? Of course he would… Unless my view of my perfect sexy self didn’t mesh with what he liked. He seemed to like my body as it was if I consider that we fucked for hours the night before. Not to mention he decided to claim me as his wife… I almost gasped again when he was done with my arm and I suddenly felt the brush touch my forehead. I fought the urge to open my eyes and tried to concentrate on the tip as it glided in swirls along my forehead, making me glad I had chosen to look up and let my hair hang down away from my face… I felt his brush trace the edge of my scalp as the tingling and pleasure slowly grew in my veins. I was almost ready to moan when he painted my eyebrows and descended onto the bridge of my nose. The ticklish tease of the brush hairs helped me keep my pleasure at bay while he painted around my eyes. God this was amazing… I had never felt anything like this. I felt empowered and vulnerable all at once. I was exposed to him as I let him paint whichever design he wished upon my skin while also feeling the pleasure course through my body as I pictured how sexy and perfect I’ll be once he was done. My skin was constantly erupting with exquisite goosebumps as his brush tickled and drew all over my face and lips… God… Another moan threatened to escape when I felt him apply the paint to my eager lips… Fuck… But I managed and he continued his task as the design brought his brush down along my throat. My breathing had accelerated a lot and I felt my chest heaven with the effort as he began to work on my upper chest. Oh god… The paint seemed to leave fire on my skin as he drew around and around my humble tits before painting my erect nipples. I couldn’t take it and moaned… I kept my mouth closed and the vibrations of my verbal release made my whole body come alive with even more pleasure as the heat from his paint spread with each stroke. The pleasure only grew as he started on my tight tummy and sent my mind into a sort of pleasure fog that pushed away all my thoughts… All my musings… God this felt so incredible… By the time he had managed to paint both my legs, I was almost ready to move and let the moans escape my lips! The heat was completely consuming me as the arousal grew in time with the inferno on my skin. “There…” he said. “Done…” I almost didn’t hear him through the pleasure… “You are so exquisite my dear… The magic will start to take effect properly now… In about ten minutes… The changes will be complete and we’ll be able to see for ourselves how you wished you looked.” I opened my eyes and was greeted by his own as he looked down upon my face. “But I wonder... Since you were such a good wife and obeyed my command for so long… It makes me think you would be willing to keep still for a little longer… What do you think? Would you be able to endure this pose for a little while? Since you didn’t move and the paint is still pristine… There might be a chance for the changes to be… Permanent?” I blinked through the pleasure. Permanent? What did he mean exactly? “You see… I sort of lied before… There is a way for the changes to stay.” He said with a soft smile. “But usually, my canvases can’t keep still for long enough for it to work. Besides… I don’t tell them it can stick since that would be odd and I’m not keen on people knowing about my magic. Most of my canvases think it was just a trick. But you know different… Don’t you?” I still felt the pleasure of the command course through my body and it helped me stay still as I looked at him in wonder. He chuckled. “Still unmoving…” he said. “Here is how the magic works. If you can stay completely still and let the paint dry on your skin, the magic will fade away and leave the changes on your body. Think of the paint as a seal… If the seal breaks, then you can still see the changes, but the potency of the magic is broken, so as soon as you wash the paint away, the changes disappear.” He smiled and delicately stroked my hair, making sure to avoid my skin. “So in theory… If you stay still and don’t break the seal, so to speak, then the magic will stay potent and make the changes permanent. The rub here is that you won’t be able to see the changes for yourself. So you’ll have to decide, without knowing how you turned out, if you want the changes to be permanent or not.” Oh god… What was he saying? The pleasure was making my mind all hazy! Permanent? Did… Did I want that? Even if I didn’t know how I would look? “I can see from your stillness that you aren’t completely against the idea…” he said thoughtfully. “As I’ve said, the changes will take around 10 minutes… But the paint… Well… Judging by the amount and coats I used on you… It should take another hour…” An hour? God! Could I last that long? I looked at him and he smiled. “I bet this would be tempting for you if I’m judging how you seemed to depreciate yourself earlier… Tell you what…” he said as his smile turned devious. “I’ll make it harder for you to decide to make the changes permanent.” What? I almost said aloud. What a tease! “I love your body just as it is… But since you seem to think you want to be prettier… Sexier… Then there is a price to pay.” Price? What price? “The price will be that you must fight off another command. You must resist my next command in order to have a chance to have your dream body. And if I might add… The magic would help you keep it… Although I’m not 100% sure since I haven’t seen the spell run it’s complete course yet.” Resist his next command? What command was he thinking about? “So the decision is yours… Resist my command for about 10 minutes and it won’t change you that much. You’ll be able to see how the magic made you perfect, but it won’t be permanent.” He said. “Or… Resist my command until I come back and confirm that the paint is completely dry. You’ll experience more profound changes as my wife, but you’ll end up with your own version of a perfect body.” WHAT? Oh god… “After all…” he said as he stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. “Since I don’t know how you see yourself, I might not like how you change… So this way… I’ll at least get something out of it by getting my perfect wife.” Fuck… “So here it goes…” he said as he took a long breath. “You will get up and strike a sexy pose in front of the mirror for your husband.” OH GOD! I will get up and strike a sexy pose in front of the mirror for your husband. His command echoed in my mind almost instantly! “The choice is yours of course… You can move right away and watch the changes occur, skipping the effect of the command like you did for this pose. Or you can wait…” Oh fuck… What the hell was I supposed to do now? Choice 8 A – I don’t want this tattoo and command to change me so I get up and go to the mirror. Besides, I’m just too curious to see how the magic will change me! B – I don’t move right away. I figure that 10 minutes won’t do much damage to my thoughts. I am too curious to see how I’ll end up and I want the full effect once the changes are done. I’m tempted to stay still for longer and gain my perfect body, but the fact that I can’t see it beforehand gives me pause. C – I swallow hard as I try to resist the command. I’ve worked so hard to gain a sexy body… Never reaching my goals… I had a chance to instantly reach that elusive goal. But the command… It will push me further down the road to being his perfect wife! Fuck it… I’ll just have to chance it… Maybe the changes won’t be too bad… Choice... Chosen by my helpful follower... Is C! “I’m going to be happy with whatever you decide to do of course.” I heard him say. “See you in a little while Honey…” God… Why did he have to make this so intense? I was just curious to experience being painted on… And… Well… Of course I wanted to see how the magic could take all my hidden desires and shape my body into the perfect vision I had of myself. Who wouldn’t? Now that I knew magic was real, I couldn’t pass this up! Especially since it wasn’t supposed to be permanent. Although… I had to admit that my own arousal may have clouded my judgment a little. I was caught up in the eroticism I saw all around me and forgot all about the situation I was in. I fought down the pleasure from the previous command and tried very hard to remind myself that my husband had placed a spell on me to… To… Make me his wife? HHmmm… Just thinking about it was making me dizzy. Part of me was clearly accepting my situation and I couldn’t tell if it was the magic pushing me towards fully embracing my husband, or if the magic had just unlocked my own desire to settle down. I knew the magic had removed a good amount of the fear I felt earlier this morning and part of me wanted to feel it again. Something about that fear made sense and I still knew it was wrong… I knew I should be afraid. But… I just wasn’t. The waves of pleasures I felt didn’t help me at all. Obeying his command made me feel like I was being enveloped in pure joyful bliss. It made me so happy… So… Euphoric… I will get up and strike a sexy pose in front of the mirror for your husband. Oh god… I wanted to get up so bad. I knew the pleasure I felt would continue on if I obeyed his command! Maybe I could obey his command and watch myself change in the mirror. Maybe it would be best to obey right away and then see if my husband likes how I see myself. He did say that he had no way to know if he would even like my self-image. A strong part of me was immediately seduced by the chance of gaining my perfect body in an instant. And not just for a few hours… If I waited for the paint to dry… It had a chance to be permanent… I had worked so hard to become the alluring sexy version of myself I kept picturing in my mind. I worked out a few times a week and made a point to eat healthy by following a loose diet I knew kept off the excess fat I dreaded. But instead of sculpting myself into the feminine version I aspired to be, I ended up with a fit and toned body that was admittedly incredibly healthy, but wasn’t near the hourglass figure I dreamed of having. Maybe I could have cheated and gotten the implants I would need to reach that goal… But I always figured it wouldn’t be… ME. So I never did. This though… This was magic. Once the paints did their work, there wouldn’t be an ounce of silicone or Botox in my body. Everything would be… ME. I just had to stay completely still for an hour… Maybe even less… And poof! I would instantly be the alluring and sexy woman I always wanted to be… I will get up and strike a sexy pose in front of the mirror for your husband. But only if I waited like this for an hour… And then, I’ll move and go to the mirror to strike a sexy pose for my husband. The magic will increase my pleasure until I can't hold still and cum… Which will mean that the spell is going to be hitching a ride to my brain again. Erasing… Changing… Pushing me to be his perfect wife. Oh god… The pleasure I was feeling MUST be playing with my mind because part of me was insanely aroused at the idea of shedding away all my doubts and just stepping into his vision of me. He said I was special… One in a million… A rare and unique person… Even if this spell wasn’t pushing me to accept my husband, I knew that I would have wanted him to be more than just a one night stand. Our connection had been incredibly deep… Intense… I could easily see myself calling him again. And over time… Yes… Maybe I would have fallen for him… Has the magic just accelerated all that? Very probably… I found myself lost in pleasure and endless questions. One minute, I wanted to move and prevent myself from being changed while the next pushed me to stay still and reach my goal. Part of me wondered about the type of ‘ideal’ marriage he envisioned. I had my own marital ideals and part of me wondered how much of it would change once the magic slowly took hold of me. Would I become some sort of Stepford wife? He said he didn’t want that… But then again, I couldn’t help but come back to his comment: ‘Some docility on your part’ he said… Does that mean that I won’t be able to form my own opinions? Or that he just wanted me to respect his decisions regardless of my concerns? Would I even HAVE concerns? I was also forced to muse about the body I was about to gain as I felt a new sort of warmth and pleasure slowly erode my skin. Waves of intense heat and pleasure left behind tingles that made my hairs stand on end as the magic slowly concentrated on specific parts of my body. My imagination followed each sensation as I kept coming back to what I would love to look like. What girl didn’t look herself over in the mirror and picture a few more inches there while shaving off a few more elsewhere? Had I ever actively constructed a complete image of myself? No. But now, I started to think back to all the times I had wished for my body to be different. All those little desires seemed to combine and a perfect version of myself was slowly taking shape. Each spike of heat and pleasure made me think about a specific wish I had about that particular body part. The eye color I wished I had been born with as I felt the magic tingle beneath my eyelids. The length and color of my hair as I felt like hot water was cascading don’t my scalp. The size and shape of my tits as I felt my breasts swell and my nipples harden and tingle. The way I wished my ass would stick out as warm insistent heat enveloped it like it was tanning under the hot afternoon sun. I will get up and strike a sexy pose in front of the mirror for your husband. The conflict in my mind was very real… But the temptation to gain my perfect body was just too great to resist. The fear of my situation had disappeared and as I held perfectly still and felt the pleasure and magic run its course, I came to the decision that I couldn’t escape or run from what was happening to me. I wasn’t afraid anymore and nothing seemed like a good enough reason to push myself to ignore all these incredible sensations. So I wondered and waited… “Well well well…” I suddenly heard as my mind swam in pure pleasure. “Looks like my wife has decided to try and make the changes permanent…” I heard his footsteps move closer and I held my breath. Did this mean that I had managed to keep still for a whole hour? “Now let me see what my new and improved wife looks like…” he said as he paused. No doubt to admire my new body. Oh god… Would he like it? Would I? “Exquisite…” he said softly, sending my heart fluttering. “I didn’t think you could improve on such a lovely figure… But I was dead wrong… You have exceeded my expectations Honey…” My heart was beating so fast! “Let me just check the paint to be sure…” he said. I felt him touch me in a few places and it just served to send my pleasure higher. “Good… You are dry! You can obey the command now. For better or worse, the paint has most likely changed your body permanently.” I will get up and strike a sexy pose in front of the mirror for your husband. I expected my muscles to be strained and painful, but for some reason, they weren’t. “Now before you open your eyes…” he asked as I felt his hands on my own. “I want you to have the full effect and see yourself as I see you. So, let me help you up and I’ll guide you to the mirror.” That made sense so I nodded. His hands helped me off the chair. I immediately felt the paint crust and break as my skin moved and flexed. Oh yes… The paint was very dry! I had done it… I hadn’t moved an inch! Which means that it would work… He guided me to the left and gently stopped me. “Now… Standing in front of you is the woman you secretly wished to become. I want you to know that I had no hand in influencing that image. That is not how the magic works. What you are about to see is the result of all your secret wishes. Hopefully you’ll love it just as much as I do.” I heard him take a large breath, which prompted me to take one as well to try and calm my nerves. “You can open your eyes now Honey…” he said. I will get up and strike a sexy pose in front of the mirror for your husband. Yes, I wanted to obey his command now. No sense in delaying it. I kept my eyes closed and smiled. I struck an inviting pose with my right arm behind my head and my left arm resting on my hip as I swayed it to the side to enhance the effect. I decided to push out my chest for good measure and opened my eyes. What I saw took my breath away… Both metaphorically and physically. I just had time to register the vision of sex appeal I saw in the mirror before an intense wave of euphoric pleasure washed over me. It felt similar to what I experienced in the kitchen, but somehow, it was far more potent. All at once, I felt like this crescendo of bliss and physically painful pleasure climb as my mind started to tingle. I could almost feel the magic hitch a ride in my pussy as the tsunami slowly made its way along my skin and up my spine. My brain had no chance. I felt the pleasure crash in my skull as my clit and pussy started to throb with the same need and euphoria as if I was being licked and fucked at the same time. I saw stars… I saw whole galaxies… My brain tingled with exquisite pins and needles as the magic sorted through my memories and emotions… Cleaning up my thoughts as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I completely lost all conscious thought as I gave into the feeling. I didn’t even think to worry about what would be different in my mind once the wave would release my mind. I just surrendered to the magic and bliss… Once the wave of pleasure had finally released me from their addictive embrace, I floated back down to my body and felt like I was being cradled in a warm bath… I could feel the hot water move around my new body… I could feel a soft sponge caress the paint away from my sensitive skin… I could feel my husband’s strong back behind me as he lovingly held me close to him… Wait… This wasn’t just my imagination… I opened my eyes and smiled as I realized that I wasn’t dreaming. I WAS in a warm bath… I saw his strong arms around me and felt my loins moisten in response. I was in the bath with my husband… “Welcome back Honey…” he whispered in my ear. “I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and decided to clean off the paint...” Mind? Heck… I didn’t even realize he had done it! I had completely blacked out. “HHmm…” I moaned as I felt his hot breath on my ear. “That was… Intense…” “It certainly was…” he said as he kissed the back of my head. “But that’s my fault… I got caught up in some work stuff and let the paint dry for a little longer than it needed to… I hope you aren’t mad.” I smiled again as I grabbed his hands and made him hug me. “Mad? Why would I be mad? I wasn’t in any pain or discomfort… That paint of yours made sure I felt good as it did it’s magical thing on me.” I felt him chuckled through my back and felt my heart swell in response. Ok… I was more than a little smitten with him. But really… Could you blame a girl for loving her husband? His loving embrace was almost enough to make me forget about how I felt about magic before I met him. But I’m glad it didn’t. Magic was real and I knew that now. No… Pure logical knowledge didn’t explain how I felt in that instant. It was much more… Every fiber of my being seemed to be alive with that knowledge. With the possibilities… It wasn’t a question of faith or belief. Magic was just as real as the water that surrounded us. And that made me realize that the tattoo must have helped me see that. Feel it… Know it… “I’m glad…” he said. “So… If you are back to your senses… Are you ready to see your new body?” “God yes!” I giggled! He removed his arms from around me and placed his hands in that familiar triangle he had done before. My eagerness to see the results almost blinded me to the fact that the symbol he was making felt incredibly familiar. Like I knew it from a past life… He spoke a few words in the strange language he had used before to summon my wardrobe from my apartment, but this time, I felt like my mind could guess at the meaning behind them. The words weren’t just made up gibberish! It was something like… Mirror appear? I didn’t let myself wonder too much as a swirl of… magic… suddenly erupted at the foot of the bathtub. I looked in awe as I could almost see the magic take shape and open a portal. I hadn’t seen or felt that before… Was this more of the tattoo at work? Out of thin air, the full-length mirror from his studio appeared and hovered above the tub. I gasped as it angled slightly downwards and we could see ourselves in the soapy water… OH. MY. GOD. Was that really me? Lying in the water between his legs was a perfect vision of sexual beauty. The woman, which was obviously me, had vibrant blonde hair that was much thicker and silkier than I had ever had. My usually hazelnut eyes were replaced by an electric sort of crystal blue that bordered on being impossible while my lips had become a little poutier. And my chest… My modest B cups had been swelled to huge Cs… Or were they more like small Ds? I moved and checked out my waist and was astonished to see how slim and elegant it was. It didn’t look as hard and fit as it did before. It was basically the same yet… Softer… Smoother… I trailed a nail on my tummy and realized that they had grown. I had always kept them rather short because of my job, but I had always wished to be able to have something long and fun! Wow… I turned and finally got a look at my ass! It was so plump and round. Nothing too intense, but it was a far cry from the flat ass I had before. Working out as much as I did prevented me from having a nice curve to my butt, but this… This new ass made my figure look like a perfect hourglass! Simply put… I looked stunning. More than stunning… “Before you ask…” he said in my ear. “You’ve been ‘out’ for a long while and the changes never lasted this long before. So… All these changes are very permanent. I can only change them if we paint you again and you decide to have a different image of yourself. So… I hope you like it.” “Like?” I asked. “I LOVE IT!” My hands started to caress every inch of my body as if to confirm what I was seeing was true. My ass was firm yet just as soft as my waist. My tits were simply sublime and perky in a way that defied gravity. My legs were as smooth as silk and it made me remember that I had always wanted to be free of the bother of maintaining them. My hand went to my pussy and I immediately realized how smooth I was. No trace of the trim I had given myself the night before. My husband chuckled at my questioning look. “The paint can also do that…” he said as he traced along my thigh. “If you truly pictured yourself to be free of unwanted hairs… Then… Your body changes accordingly and you simply don’t HAVE any unwanted hairs…” “The perfect self-images of myself…” I whispered as I realized what he was saying. “Exactly…” he said as he kissed my head again. “And let me tell you that there is nothing more arousing than a woman that can’t see any flaws with her own body. The erotic confidence it generates would make any man lust for her…” I closed my eyes as I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I was perfect… No flaws… I had just become the perfect version of myself I had always dreamed of. All because of my husband… My arousal suddenly spiked as his hands continued to trace along my skin. I felt so sexy… So desired… It was like I could FEEL how beautiful I was to him. I moved around and bit my lower lip as I felt his cock flex. “Arousing huh?” I asked as I turned myself to face him. I could feel his cock harden against my new chest and licked my lips. “Would it be safe to assume that my husband would like to test drive his wife’s new body?” I teased. A small part of me briefly wondered why I had said that, but that thought soon disappeared as the simple truth of our relationship flourished in my mind: We were happily married. All my pesky doubts and questions had disappeared. I was his loving wife and nothing in the world could tempt me to think that I didn’t want this man to be my husband. The connection I felt with him went well beyond arousal and romance. There was something deeper inside me that had been awoken. Something magical… I didn’t completely understand it, but I felt it all the same: We were MEANT to be together. He smiled and grabbed both my ass cheeks. He squeezed them hard, making me revel in their new size as he pulled me up to his lips. The moment we kissed, my veins became alive with liquid lust. It didn’t take us long to be making out like horny teenagers. But… Something was deliciously different. Last night, the thrill of the adventure had pushed me in ways I was longing to feel when I decided I needed a break from my high-pressure career. But now… As my lips and tongue danced with his, I felt a new sense of erotic pleasure… One you can only feel when you are kissing the person you love. A sort of euphoric high that only comes when you are intimate with the man of your dreams… Your soulmate… The rest of the morning was spent exploring my new body and all the pleasures it could yield. I was surprised to note that my skin and nipples were more sensitive to his touch. Was it my own desire to have a receptive and sexual body? Or was it the tattoo hard at work by making my husband’s touch alluring in a way I couldn’t resist? Whichever it was, I also realized that I didn’t care. I was beautiful… Sexy… And completely in love and lust with my husband. Nothing else mattered to me… A few months later Living in our quiet little suburb home with my husband is a dream come true! Being the incredible man that he is, my husband didn’t tell me to move in with him or quit my career. He loved my creative mind and never assumed I would quit my job. That was all my choice. After that first weekend together, he had to create a new and powerful spell to cast on everyone that knew me so that no one would realize how I changed. It was incredibly taxing on him and I could see why he never offered to make the changes permanent to any of his other ‘canvases’. He was out for 2 days! But it had worked and no one commented on my new look. It was like I had ALWAYS looked like a vision of erotic sexual beauty. As for my work, I was astonished to find that I just didn’t feel the pressure I used to feel before we got married. I still worked my ass off and found the same thrill as before, but I wasn’t consumed by it. Not anymore. The only thing that consumed me was the love I felt for my husband. The moment I left work, my mind would almost forget about all my deadlines and worries as I made my way to his home. My job felt like another life and as the weeks went by and I enjoyed the bliss of our marriage, I realized that I didn’t NEED it as much as I did before. My job had become my identity, but now that I was happily married, I realized that it didn’t need to be. I never went to my apartment anymore so I decided to sell all my excess stuff and move in with my wonderful husband. Of course, he had assumed that I would live with him, but he never ordered me to do it. He let me decide when I would be ready to move out and abandon my home. Now that I know him intimately, it’s insane to even think that I had been scared of being his wife… Living with him was so easy. He wasn’t the type to assume his wife would do all the chores and true to his word, we always split the house work. My knack for design came in handy as I took charge of our various gardens while he did most of the outdoor work. I was surprised to discover that he had a touch of OCD when it came to his home and always insisted on cleaning the house from top to bottom every other week. I chipped in of course, but he never asked me to do it for him. Just like he never ordered me to make him meals or wash the dishes. His initial rule was very true and when he cooked, I would wash the dishes and vice versa. I slipped into my new married life as if it had always been there waiting for me. Even when he took me out to meet some of his friends, I found that being happy and smiling wasn’t a chore. I just… FELT happy and smiled accordingly. True, his desire to be the ‘man of the house’ wasn’t lost on me and the spell did help me to accept that his word was law. However, he always took the time to listen to my ideas and concerns. Even if he dismissed them in the end, I knew that he genuinely cared and listened to me ramble on about why I didn’t agree with him. In fact, sometimes he even listened and changed his mind! And the sex… Fuck… I don’t think I realized how much the tattoo actually linked us to each other. Not in the beginning anyway… Sex with my husband isn’t like anything a mortal woman can truly experience. It took me a while to realize why… The magic gave me a direct link to his mood. To his arousal… You know how sometimes, married life can get boring or dull? That maybe you are aroused and feel kinky when your partner just isn’t? It’s no fault of your own, but couples don’t always ‘click’ sexually every day of their lives. It’s quite normal. But with my husband… I can FEEL when he is aroused and my own libido rises up in response. And since obeying my husband brings me intense and unimaginable pleasure, I find myself eager to embrace that sudden arousal. The more aroused he is, the more I WANT to please him and indulge him… It’s so fascinating to experience. I could be minding my own business when I suddenly get this intense wave of arousal. Sometimes it would be because he is admiring me from the doorway… Other times he would be thinking about me at work… Regardless of what I’m doing, I get all hot and horny for him. I can’t fight it. If he is horny, I am instantly just as aroused. The magic links us regardless and I discovered that I get a feel for what he is fantasizing about. No clear images mind you… But impressions… Even his erotic dreams have a way of waking me up feeling incredibly horny and submissive. I remember this one morning when I became convinced he was dreaming about my mouth around his cock… Did I always enjoy pleasuring my man with my hot mouth? Of course! But just like when we make out, there is something deliciously different when I go down on my husband. It’s a good thing too because my poutier lips seem to inspire my husband quite a lot! Don’t get me wrong though… The magic link isn’t one way. I’ve had the pleasure of realizing that my own libido and arousal could travel back to him as well. I remember this one afternoon when he had to work and I was alone in our house. I felt so sexy… So naughty… I decided to spend the afternoon pleasuring myself in the tub… When he finally got home, I could immediately tell that something had gotten to him! He was so wild! My arousal had somehow ignited his own while he worked and when he finally got home to me, he couldn’t stop himself from ravaging me until I lost conscious thought… God that felt so good… Just thinking about it is enough to make my hand shake! Which wouldn’t do if I wanted to finish my painting properly. Who would have thought? Here I am sitting barefoot on a stool in his studio painting away in a sport’s top and shorts with my white see through coat. What else am I going to do now that I decided to quit my job? Yes… I quit my job a few days ago. I just had to. Not because he ordered me to quit, but because I decided it would be best if I did. I still had that drive to create and draw the concepts my mind constantly created so my husband made room in his incredible studio for me. I wasn’t as used to actually painting on a canvas, but I loved how the colors and designs came to life under each of my brush strokes. Plus my husband was an incredible teacher! Well… When we didn’t get overly aroused and fucked each other while covered in paints! Why did paint need to be so hard to clean up? I leaned back and stretched my lower back as I looked at my handy work. It wasn’t near the level of my husband’s work, but I was steadily improving. “I’d go with the Van Dyke Brown for those bushes…” I heard him say from behind, which made me smile. “I bet you would…” I said as I felt his arms wrap around me. “But I’m going with the chestnut regardless… I love how it plays into the other colors.” He chuckled. “Of course it does…” he said as his hands moved down to my tummy. “So how are you doing today? Any sickness?” I smiled and looked down at my swollen belly. My hand joined his and I rubbed it lovingly as I felt the now familiar warmth that lay within my womb. “None… I think the worst has passed.” I said as I felt him kiss my cheek. “That’s good to hear…” he said softly. It took me a while to understand why he had chosen me to be his wife. He had said I was special, but I had never asked. I didn’t put things together until I started to really feel the magic that lay within my husband. Just like the swirling magic I had seen in the bathtub, I started to really see and feel the magic he did around the house. When I asked after a satisfying and somewhat magical fuck, he told me that I must be a descendant from a dead blood line of magic users. That somewhere deep in my soul, there was still an ounce of dormant magic. Which is why I responded so well to his pleasure spell on that first night we met. And just like that, I suddenly KNEW why he had claimed me as his wife. The magic inside my soul made me incredibly unique and special to him. As the world of technology grew around us, the magic slowly died away and blood lines like mine died out. It made my husband so depressed to know that his blood line and magic would die away and be forgotten. But not anymore… I had magic… Dormant sure… But it placed me in the unique position of enabling him to have heirs. Magical heirs… As his seed slowly grew inside me, so too did my own latent magic. Every day, I could feel more and more of it as the baby inside me grew. He had wanted to talk with me because I was alone and beautiful. Our talks pushed him to want to bring me home… That much was still true. He had tattooed me because he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to continue his bloodline, because he knew how rare it was to find someone like him. Sure… He could have waited and ‘wooed’ me properly… But… As I caressed my swollen tummy. I felt the unquestionable love I felt for him and he felt for me… I just didn’t care how he did it. I was just euphorically happy that he did. Why? Because with the magic at his disposal, he could have taken me very differently. He could have made me into some hopeless thrall for him to use as a baby factory. But he didn’t. Heck… He barely used his commands! Sure, he still had his little quirks and he did make sure I would be submissive to him as his wife, but he was true to his word and never abused the incredible power he had over me. I decided to quit my job because I knew how important this child was to us both. I wanted to be there to nurture the product of our love through every step of its incredible life. And if I knew my husband at all… I knew that this would just be the first of many… Yes. He magically claimed me to be his obedient little house wife so he could ‘breed’ me. But the love he has for me has nothing to do with magic. Even if it feels magical… So why would I complain when I got everything I dreamed of as a young girl? I wanted to meet the man of my dreams and I have. I wanted to settle down and have children and I have. I wanted to gain a sexy and healthy body and I have. I wanted to make a name for myself as a talented architect… And I did in my own way… But now that the magic inside me is waking up, maybe I’ll find a new way to make a name for myself. As my husband’s hands got a little bolder and I felt his arousal smolder, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly grateful to my husband for magically claiming me. The spell he had tattooed on my lower back made it possible for me to sit back and enjoy all the wonders my life could hold. It made sure I loved my husband in a way I had only dreamed and read about in romantic novels. It also erased any fears and anxieties I might have about becoming a mother because my husband’s view about a perfect married couple included that. I already knew that the magic would give me all the patience and love a mother would need to raise our children with the utmost care. Sure… I became a slutty and obedient wife that effectively can’t refuse my husband’s desires as they magically become my own. But that’s my point… They DO become my own so it never feels like I’m being forced to do or indulge anything when it comes to our sexuality. Maybe that means that I’m slowly losing myself to the magic that connects us, but I don’t really care. Why would I when it feels so incredible… My name is Taylor Menditto and I was once a talented and respected architect at a big firm. I was stressed and the pressure of constantly trying to push the envelope was exhilarating for a time. Now, I’m diving head first in the upcoming challenges of motherhood and being the stay at home wife I always dreamed I could be. So far, this new career has only yielded amazing joy and pleasures one could only fantasize about. All because my husband took it upon himself to magically claim me as his obedient and loving wife… Comments are closed.
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