Magic! (femdom/bad ending)

"Consider the obvious. You're in a magical world. Explore something magical!"

"Like a magician? I thought they were for kids. That's boring!" You whine.

Able, clearly mustering all the patience he can with you, "No, you simpleton. Real magic. Like in the story books."

You stare dumbly for a long moment and then inspiration strikes, "Ooh! Like I could have magic powers? Like mind control?"

Able just looks at you for a long moment, then blows out a breath. Staring at the ceiling, he mutters to himself.

It finally dawns on you. "Oh, I suppose I can do that already..." You look at the floor and shuffle your feet.

"Just-just go through the door behind you. At the top of the hill, you'll find a tower. You'll find a woman inside. Go speak with her." The horse head nods over your shoulder and then just fades from sight as if he was never there at all.

Turning around, you see a plain wooden door. If you could think of anything else to do, you wouldn't be here. You open the door and find yourself in a lush green field. The sun is warm and there is a tall hill in front of you. At it's crown is a stone tower. You start off for it.

After a few minutes, it becomes evident that this hill is much steeper than you initially anticipated. The warm sun is quickly becoming intolerable. Soon you are sweating heavily. This better be worth it, you keep thinking. You might just face fuck this woman before she can say anything on principle alone!

Finally, you get to the tower door. Your legs and back ache. You'd love to sit down for a bit, preferably with a pretty face buried in your lap. You lean into the door and throw it open. Two words immediately jump to your lips.

"God dammit!" You curse loudly. It's empty except for the lone staircase that spirals all the way to the top. Looking up just makes you dizzy. You stand there and wonder if a BJ is worth all this.

After a moment, you decide it is and begin the slow, aching march up the steps.

Your back, knees and feet are sore. Your legs are burning. You're sweating profusely. All you can think about is stopping but there hasn't even been a landing to pause at. You barely notice when you come to another door. You push it open and all but collapse on the other side.

Gasping for air, all you can focus on in the new room is a wooden table with a matching chair and a glass of ice water. You stumble over to it, downing the glass so quickly that much of it spills down your face and chest. The cold water is soothing on your heated body.

Plunking down in the chair, you continue to catch your breath and finally notice the other occupants of the room. A shapely woman with long, reddish-brown hair lays naked and unmoving on another table. Next to her is a tall, dark haired woman. She wear a strange robe of semi-transparent, silken sheets. It looks like she's layered dozens of different colored patches along her frame, making her form difficult to decipher. She moves gracefully and with purpose. Her stern face hints at ancient secrets and ageless cunning. The way she looks down at you so dismissively tells you that she is used to having power and getting her way. That's going to change today, you think to yourself. Once you can move again, anyways.

The woman is stirring some concoction in a giant cauldron, occasionally ladling it out and pouring over the still form on the table. You watch her for a time. You realize that her outfit is not one piece, but many. From time to time, you can catch a glimpse of her thigh, the curve of her ass, the swell of her breast, just the hint of a nipple. It's enough to start your pulse racing. Just as your mind starts coming up with how you want to have her, she deigns to speak to you.

"I know why you're here, David." She begins, continuing the task of stirring and pouring. "You want to get your little dick wet and the horse told you that you could learn about magic here. Well, those things will happen, but they will happen on my terms. You may be all powerful in this universe, but I have knowledge and knowledge is power. Enough to handle a child like you, anyways."

Say whaaat? Does she know that she's in your Blowjob Heaven? How? And what makes her think that she can talk to you like that? At first, you're too dumbstruck to say anything, then you start feeling a rage build within you. Remembering what Able told you, you start to concentrate. You will this woman naked and on her knees. Just as your resolve comes into focus, she snaps her fingers.

"Ow!" It felt like you were slapped in the face. All of your concentration is gone. "What the hell?"

"Yes, I know what you were intending. That water you drank earlier contained a spell. When I wish it, you will feel pain. You will not be able to sustain your concentration unless I condone it. I am a Seer, an Oracle and a Witch. I can see the past, present and future. I say again, I will give you what you came here for, but in the way that I desire it. Say, 'Yes, mistress.'"

No fucking way. "Look lady, there is no fucking-OW!" You're interrupted when she snaps again you feel a stinging slap on your other cheek. You glare at her and press on, "Listen here, bitch-ah, fuck!" Another snap and you feel like you got poked in the eye. Shaking your head, you stand and stomp towards her. "You cunt, I'm gonna-oof!" Another snap. The wind is knocked out of you as if you took a punch to the gut. You're on your knees in agony. You look up, but can't manage to speak yet.

"Say, 'yes, mistress.' Unless you want me to go...lower?" She holds her fingers in the air.

You're dumb, but you're not stupid. "Yes, mistress."

"Good boy." She smiles down at you. "Before we begin, I want you to know that everything that happens after this point is because I allow it and only because I allow it. Perhaps you think you can trick me or muster the strength to beat my will or maybe that you'll just get lucky? I've seen the choices that have brought you here, the links that you didn't follow and the chapters yet to be written. I know all. These things may yet come to be and you may think you have the best of me. When they do, though, I want you to know one thing..." In a blur of color, she disappears from in front of you only to whisper in your ear the next moment. In a silky, smooth voice dripping with sex, she purrs "I let you."

Standing back up, she turns her back on you like you're nothing. "Now," she booms with a voice filled with power and command. "Which of my magics will you have a taste of?"