Of course!

Sweat forms on the palms of your hands, you eye the paper, floating just in your arm's reach. Fuck it. You grab the paper, a pen popping into your hand with a loud crack as you do. With one last pause of hesitation you look up at the witch, locking eyes with her. She blows a kiss towards you and gives you a shit eating smirk. You sign the paper.

"Perfect."

Several glyphs come bursting out of the paper, the unreadable words on the page given will through your signature, you scramble backwards as they fly towards you, their blinding light obscuring your vision and sending waves of nausea through your body. One of the glyphs, soft pink and circular plants itself firmly on your neck, bands of black jetting out from it and wrapping around your neck, collaring you. The other runes sink into your body, binding and controlling your limbs and will, one by one the glyphs enter you, and little by little, you feel your free will being **** out of you. The light dims and all that's left is the witch, grinning at you, glee dancing merciless in her eyes. "Now, the finishing touch." A glyph forms on her lips, tendrils of pure energy emanating from it, branching out towards you. The lithe witch bends down near you, her lips approaching yours in agonizing fashion. She laughs and your lips meet, her tongue sliding past your teeth and entwining itself with your tongue, the rune being slid down your throat and into your stomach. You shudder as your lips depart, a string of saliva being drawn out, then you shudder as you realize what just happened. The witch has bound you to her will, you can feel it, the bond between her and you is nearly unbreakable. "Stand." you stand. "Kneel." you kneel. "Suck my cock." your eyes widen as your mouth opens and pushes itself towards her crotch. "Just kidding." your mouth shuts tight and a red tinge colors your face in embarrassment. "Now. Here is what is going to happen. You are my ****. Under my complete control, but my word still holds true. So follow my orders and I will teach you, don't and you'll get a lesson in how much a glyph can hurt."

You nod. Although, it's really all you can do at this point. "Good boy. Though, soon enough it's going to be good girl. Oh don't fret, it's simple really. My orders for you are simple. Become a whore, infiltrate the Lady Luck brothel and divulge as much information of the succubus Mistress Madeline for me. And the Mistress doesn't accept boys, so you'll have to become a pretty girl. Or a slutty one." The witch flashes you a dazzling smile. "Which will it be?"