A Witch's Control

someone finds you at the halloween party, and casts a spell on you.

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Here you were again. Another Halloween party. You planned to come along, stay for half an hour, and then leave. That was before you saw them. Their hat, pointed, of course. Their broom. The plunging v of their shirt, the purple sparkles around their eyes. A witch.

And they had certainly seen you. They had walked through the crowd like it didn’t exist. And then you had got to chatting. Small things. Innocuous things. What you did for work. Where you came from. If you had come to the party with anyone.

They smiled as you told them more about yourself. A smile that was delightful. Charming. You wanted to see that smile more. It must have been an hour of you two talking, the rest of the party ignored, when they lead you away, to a quieter room.

They tapped the door as they closed it behind you, and now you were alone with them. “Okay, then, sweetness, why do you think I’ve brought you here?” You looked around the empty room, an raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to them. They held up a finger.

The look they shot you rooted you to the spot, mid-stride. “Nope, sweetness. I didn’t ask you to move. I asked you why you think I’ve brought you here.”

You took a moment, choosing your words. “Because you want me, right? I take it you wanted to see where this would take us?”

They smiled. There it was again, the flutter of your heart. “Brave, and mostly right. You do look good. But, well, tonight’s when I’m at my most powerful, so I wanted to try something. Give you a taste of something you won’t have tried before.”

They had walked closer to you. Their eyes shone like purple beacons in the dim light of the room. “Does that sound like fun, sweetness?” You nodded, and they laughed. “Okay.” And then they began to touch you. A finger at a time, touching in seemingly random places.

After about ten seconds, or maybe a minute, or an hour, your brain drifted off a little, they stopped, and looked at you. They smiled that wonderful smile again, and then stepped away. “Kneel.” It was one word. Yet it hit you like a hammer blow. Your body obeyed.

They smiled. “That’s it, how does it feel? Do you like it? Speak.”

“Y-yeah. I – what? It’s great, but, what?” You were trying to make sense of this.

They laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. I just wanted a perfectly obedient toy for the evening, and, well… I found one.”

They stalked around your kneeling form, still smiling that wonderful smile. “Now, let’s go back to the party for a bit, and then, back to my place, I think. Oh, and before you start worrying, this will wear off in the morning, or if you get uncomfortable. Let’s go, toy.”