Apolagise

“Please, I beg you. Stop. I’m sorry for mocking you! I can pay you to stop!” you are taken back by the sound of your voice. Whilst it quavers, every second it is becoming more feminine and sweet. She merely laughs and her eyes burn with magic and malice.

Your body feels more alien by the second! With shame you feel your genitals shrinking, slowly and painfully melding back into your body. You have no doubt that they are becoming a woman’s sex as the sensation deepens as the shaft of your penis splits and stretches and folds whilst the sensitive head shrinks to a little nub flush with your lap.

You feel a burning in your ass cheeks as your hips widen and swell and the fabric of your pants tightens accordingly. Your thighs and calves dwindle as you sense your legs become long and smooth. You can feel your toes shorten as the arches of your feet curl. From now on you will only be able to walk on the balls of your feet or in heels. Very high heels. You hold your hands up and blink. They are very delicate and could never belong to a man. Long hair spills about your shoulders. You are now sitting on your plump little ass and your breasts are rapidly filling out to an ample D cup. As you move your titties sway and jiggle.

The white witch removes her serpentine limb and gradually it shifts and reforms into her arm.

You sit amongst your clothes which would otherwise be much too big except they cling tightly to your hips and breasts.

“Let me see my work,” she says, beckoning with her hand and you find yourself disrobing in front of her. The clothes slip from you and you stare at your naked body in amazement. It’s beautiful. But it’s yours.

“It’s fortunate for you we are here at Jessocks. If I had the time I’d turn your mind so it matched your body,” she reaches across the table and collects a handful of **** rings, “still, I do have enough time to leave a proper mental impression.”

“What-“

She holds up her hand and you are silenced. “Handmaidens are often given magical rings. I’m sure with your endless experience you’ve heard of them.” She holds one up and whispers a word of power. The ring glows as though it were molten and she reaches forward. There is a searing of flesh and you feel a pleasurable thrill in your lip. “That is the first. It’s magic is localized and it cannot be removed without uttering the word of power I just whispered. It effects your mouth, your tongue, heightens their sensitivity and makes them even more pleasurable to play with than your sexual organs. Whoever touches the ring will own your mouth for a day. Best of all you will be unable to disobey your mistress when she commands you to do something with your mouth. Most handmaidens only receive one ring, as pleasuring their mistress with their tongue is often all that is desired of them, but I think you deserve more.”

The white witch holds forth another ring and looks you up and down. She whispers a word of power and you strain to hear it. She reaches down to your nether regions. You squirm at the pleasurable buzz your receive in your new sex. You look down and see that piercing your labia is a little metal ring. It looks quite nice there and feels warm and slippery. “When your mistress touches that ring you will do whatever she commands, and no magic can change that part of you. Do you like what I have done for you? Even if you were to regain your old body you would still have the face and the sex of a pretty woman and gain infinite pleasure by pleasuring others. You would still use your mouth and pussy however you were ordered and you would love it.”

“Bitch, when I get free-“ she stops you. You stand before her naked and ****, unable to stop her or even protest what she is doing. This feeling of abject helplessness is terrible, and you realize that the more of these rings she inserts in you, the less control over your future actions you will have. Even if you do manage to get free, you will be forever living in fear that someone will trap you by touching one of these rings.

“Hmmm, maybe those breasts. Yes I think so,” she produces two more rings, utters two words and presses them against your nipples. You can feel the sensitive tips of your breasts yield like butter as the magical rings are permanently affixed to your ample chest.

She produces two last rings and grins as she ignites their magic. You wish you could hear what she said. One she places at your navel, the other just above your bum crack. “Your anus will now be as good your tight little pussy for sex. The navel… well I like ticklish girls and it’s close to your new womb,” she winks and you are unsure what she means.

“I have a few more rings left. Can you suggest anyplace where I should put them?”