Keep Ms. Fellow’s in the dark, it’s a lot to process and she’s already unstable

“You’re right. I shouldn’t let her know,” you tell your sister. “She might freak out if I tell her about magic. She’s been through a lot already.”

“You think?” Abbie said, rolling her eyes. She looked over the spell. “All this stuff is in Mom’s spice rack. You can cast this spell at home. Say goodbye to your sex **** and let’s get out of here.”

You nod and walk back to Emily’s bedroom. She’s put on a pair of yoga pants and a tight tee shirt, and has earbuds in, following your orders. She jumps up off her bed and runs to you. She wraps her arms around you and kisses you with a **** intensity. You return the kiss for a while, then push her back gently. “I have to get home now. My mom is angry that I missed school yesterday, and I don’t want to give her a reason to get even more upset. That would make it harder for me to come visit you.”

Emily’s eyes went wide, “Oh no! Master! I didn’t mean to cause you trouble. I just wanted to serve you and make you happy.” She dropped to her knees. “I’m so stupid and useless. I could never make anyone as perfect as you happy,” she wailed.

“No! No! You made me very happy yesterday, and you still do,” you quickly reassure her. You grab her hand and pull her back up to her feet. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m the master, I could have told you to take me home anytime I wanted to go. You understand that, right? Believe me when I tell you I don’t blame you for anything that happened yesterday. Everything you did for me was amazing.”

“You really mean it?” she asked, controlling her sobbing and wiping tears from her eyes.

“I really do,” you tell her, nodding and smiling warmly. You stroke her back. “But, I still have to go, so I don’t get in even more trouble with my mom.”

“You, you don’t have to do what she says, you know, Master. You’re eighteen, legally an adult. You could stay with me, and then you wouldn’t have to listen to anyone. You’d make all the rules,” she says in a quiet, hopeful voice.

You swallow nervously. “I think that could happen soon. I just don’t want to be on bad terms with my mom. I like my family, and I want her to accept you, like Abbie does. So, it’ll just take a little while to ease my mother into the idea. OK?”

She looks a little disappointed, but smiles. “You know best, Master. And you’re such a good son, wanting to keep your mother happy. You’re so wonderful. I’ll do what you say and try to be patient.”

“Good girl,” you tell her and kiss her deeply. “Try to do something to keep occupied when I’m not around. Do the things that you enjoy,” you tell her as you walk backwards out of her bedroom.

“I don’t enjoy anything as much as serving you anymore, Master,” she says, pouting.

“Well, when I’m not around, do the things you used to enjoy. I don’t want to think you’re just sitting around waiting for me all the time,” you say.

She nods. “I’ll do that, Master. But it won’t keep me from thinking about you and wishing you were here with me.”

“I’ll think about you, too,” you say over your shoulder as you walk down the hall. She follows you to the bedroom door and stops there. “Oh!, you can leave your bedroom now,’ you tell her.

She smiles wide. “Thank you, Master. You’re so good to me.”

You get in the car with Abbie. She pulls out and starts driving home. “Thank you, Master. You’re so good to me,” she repeats in a mocking tone. “You get off on that, don’t you, Beanpole?”

You sigh. You don’t think there’s anything you can say in answer that wouldn’t make you sound like even more of an asshole.

You get home a little bit before your mother and start doing your homework, so she’ll see you getting it done. The evening drags on while you wait for your mother to go to bed so you can cast the health spell. You help make dinner, eat, do dishes, and then more homework. You nod off at your desk, still wiped out from missing sleep last night.

Your mother saying good night wakes you. You wait for a little while after she goes into her bedroom, struggling to stay awake. When you think it’s safe, you walk downstairs to get the herbs from the kitchen. The ones you need are missing. You hurry upstairs to Abbie’s room. “Abs, I thought you said mom has the herbs I…” you say, cutting yourself off short when you see her in front of her computer with the little plastic jars and a dusting of dried herbs on her desk.

She looks up and grins at you. “I decided to give it a try myself. If you can do it, how hard can it be?” She nods to the screen with the instructions for the Blessing of Aegle, the health and long life spell, displayed on it. “I’m not sure how I can know if it worked or not, though.” She clicks back to the list of spells. “Maybe I should try one that has quicker results. Here’s a curse that would make you extra horny but keep you from ever getting hard or cumming again. I should cast that on you to teach you a lesson, but then Ms. Fellows would probably go even crazier.”

“That’s not funny,” you say sullenly. “I already feel bad about Ms. Fellows. You know that.” You step over and grab the herbs.

“Not bad enough.” She smirks. She shakes her head as she looks over the list. “Hmmm… I could test the Journey of Morpheus. It says I need something the subject has held. If I did it tonight, it would have to be you or mom. I’m betting all yours are wet dreams. No thanks. I don’t need to see that.”