A Witch's

“Oh, mighty and benevolent witch of miracles. I hereby prostrate myself before thee. As unworthy as I may be, please allow me to serve thee as thou lowly ****. I will devote my entire body and soul do thee and do whatever task thy might require, not matter how degrading.”

I was on my hand and knees, pressing my forehead to the ground. My butt was pointing sharply upwards and wiggled while I spoke.

Beatrice meanwhile sat on a throne carried by a bunch of skeletons while listening to my vow with an expression of charitable delectation(her own words). Slowly, she raised her dainty feet. At this point, I knew very well what to do. I gently took it in my hand and placed a kiss on it.

The witch’s response to that was a dignified nod. “Very well, Mari Beta. While you aren't even worthy of licking the dirt off my shoes, I, the great witch of miracles, Beatrice mercifully accept your submission. I swear to take care of you and only punish you if you deserve it.”

For a moment there was silence, finally Beatrice broke out in a giddy cackle and clapped, while kicking her legs in a decidedly childish fashion. “Uh! That was delightful! See? You can do it if you try!”

I could, after one hour of rehearsal, where Beatrice nitpicked the smallest of details.(Wiggle your butt more cutely. No! Don’t drool on my feet, you uncultured clod!) I coughed once and slowly got up again. “May I please get dressed again?”

Yes, I was completely naked because of course I was.

Beatrice looked at my naked body with unabashed amusement. “You may not. I happen to have taken a likening to your nude form and your blushing countenance. Besides, there is one more minor thing I must needst attend to. Stand in front of me, arms to your side.”

What little choice did I have but to obey?

The witch then stood from her skeleton throne and proceeded to walk around me in a somewhat ponderous fashion. I had to admit, I was somewhat nervous. “Oh well”, she finally sighed. “We will just go with the classic position.” She put her right palm just above my crotch area.

“H-hey!”, I protested. “What are you…”

“Silence. This will hurt a bit, so lets reduce your pain sensitivity by 90%.” The witch then proceeded to mumble something and her palm started to glow.

Beatrice wasn’t kidding. There was indeed a sharp pain in my abdomen, as if someone stabbed me with a punch of hot needles. Worse, the feeling slowly spread outwards over my entire body. I gritted my teeth as I endured it. Thankfully, it was over quickly.

“There”, the witch said, very pleased with herself. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? I retract my last order.”

The moment she said that the pain returned for a bit. But it was fading quickly. “What did you...do?” I dreaded the answer.

Instead of replying, Beatrice merely removed her hand. There, above my dick, was now a weird...thing.

“Isn't it beautiful?”, the witch cackled. “That is my crest. The undeniable proof that you are now my ****.”

A brand, I thought. Perhaps, I should have expected that. Most slaves are branded after all.

“Oh, it is much more then that.”

Suddenly my left hand snapped upwards and pinched my nose shut. I then proceeded to balance on one leg.

“Wha…” I tried to move my body but found that utterly impossible. Instead I started to hop up and down. “S-stop this!” I demanded.

“Marvelous, isn’t it?”, the delighted witch cackled. “The spell of obedience is a rather clumsy thing. For example, I simply loathe the fact that I need to give you a spoken order to do what I want. Isn’t that just positively archaic?”

I was too busy making a fool out of myself to answer.

“As such, I decided to upgrade it a touch with my own magic. Now, I am capable of controlling you like a puppet. No verbal communication required!”

I snapped a salute and stood at attention as Beatrice looked on with glee. Then I started to perform the tebasaki dance. I couldn't help but let out a groan. At this point I wasn't even embarrassed anymore. “What happened to not treating me too harshly?”, I grumbled while flailing around like a lunatic.

Beatrice cackled at that. “You think this is harsh? This is just me having a bit of fun. Perhaps I should throw my toy back in his toybox for a bit to show it what harsh means.”

The mention of that awful place made me recoil in horror. My whole body started to shiver. “N-No! Don’t! Please!”

Beatrice's amused visage changed in an instant and my body stopped dancing.

“I’m sorry”, she said. “I won't put you through that ever again. I promise.”

I took a deep breath, as I tried to get my composure back. “Thank you, I…” I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. Why would I even thank her in the first place? Beatrice seemed equally at a loss for words which was quite strange as well. This has just gotten awkward.

“Good midday, what's new around town?”

The by now familiar voice of Femto popped up, soon followed by the devil proper. “Oh my”, she smirked at me. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Just instructing my new ****”, Beatrice replied with a smile and I, involuntarily of course, bowed politely before the devil. “He told me you planned to betray me.”

“Oh definitely.” Femto winked. “Didn't I always tell you I'm only after your soul?”

Beatrice giggled at that. “I still can’t believe he fell for that. He is just so precious! I can’t wait to play some more pranks on him!”

Meanwhile, I could only look at the two with my mouth agape. Not for long though. Soon I found myself on my hands and knees again and barked like a doggie while the witch giggled.

"See what I mean?", the wicked witch asked gleefully. "Isn't he just simply adorable?"

“He is really cute.” The Devil, with a smile on her face, squatted down and patted my head. “Don’t be too mean to him now, Bea.”

“Oh please”, the witch huffed. “I am the most generous Master you could possible imagine”, she said, while making me beg and pant.

“Well, I'm more then happy to give you two some space, “Femto suggested. “Can Cass come out to play?”

“Sure!”, Beatrice happily agreed to my dismay. “Now don't give me that sad puppy face. Make sure to not go overboard, alright? Mari is so awfully fond of his little playmate.”

“Yeeeees”, the devil cheerfully promised, before sauntering over to the closet, whistling a tune. That was followed by loud screaming and then, silence.

“Oh, she will be fine”, Beatrice assured me. “As amusing as this is, I believe we have played around enough. I think it is about time we move back to my own lodgings.”

“My cloth...” Before I could even finish the sentence I was swallowed up by Beatrice’s teleportation spell.