No, you got the spell wrong

The horror on the demon’s face melts away into rage. She grits her teeth and you could see her fangs more clearly than you would ever want to.

She grabs hold of her robe and tears it off in a single action. The robe falls to the ground before her leaving her completely nude. Her body is covered with dozens of black tattoos of intricate patterns, letters from ancient scripts, and a spiral that starts from her pierced bellybutton. Her tits are small but perky and she has dark gemstones pierced into her nipples.

“My creator is out of thy wits!” She screams. Large feathered wings sprout from her back and in a few moments she has wingspan the length of three men. They look almost angelic, except that the feathers are black like a crow’s.

She raises her hand towards you and suddenly each of your limbs feel like they weigh two tons. You quickly fall to your knees before Eisheth. She slowly walks towards you.

“Thou are my creator, but I am thy master. Now obey.”

Your head jolts up and you see the demon, more magnificent than ever, with her eyes glowing as bright as the burning village.

“It’s ‘redde putida’ not ‘redde putidorum’ though the spell working proper would still not be enough for thee to take control of me.”

Eisheth looks away from you for a second, pauses, then looks back.

"Now, what shall I do with thee? Thou are my creator and I feel too indebt'd to kill thee. Besides... there is no fun in ****. Oh no, dear creator, I shall not kill thee but I shall make thee suffer. That is fair, yes? But what is a punishment harsh enough for thee who tried to control me yet kind enough for the magician who gave'th me life? Hmmm... I think I know what I shall do with thee."