You can’t respond. You freeze up.

Fuck! This can’t be good. You didn’t think that the spell would let Tracey figure out you had messed with her mind. She seemed to just accept all the crazy stuff you did with her yesterday. You try to think of a story that she’d believe, but your brain locks up.

Tracey stares at you with a look of shock on her face. “How… how did you do it?” she rasps out.

She squeezes her eyes shut. Her hands grip the sides of her head. “Fuck!” She shouts. “I still… still fucking love you. I can’t not.”

A few of the students nearby glance over at you, their attention attracted by her raised voice. You hiss low, “Keep your voice down. We don’t want an audience.”

When she continues, her voice is lower, but still panicked. “Is it some **** or something? Did you dose us? Is it safe?”

You want to calm her down. “Try to take a few breaths and relax,” you tell her. She breathes deep as you go on. “There weren’t any ****, or viruses, or… anything that’s going to sound believable or rational." You pause. "It’s magic.” She stares at you like you’re the one who needs the psych evaluation.

“Really,” you insist. “I found this weird website that has magic spells on it.” You pull out your phone, open the webpage for the Enchantment of Eros spell, and hand it to the trembling girl. “I had no idea that it would really work when I cast it on you. Believe me. I didn’t even read it closely. I was just bored and doing it for a laugh. You’re the prettiest girl I know, so when I found this, I fantasized about you being my sex-****.” Tracey was frowning as she read from your phone, but she smiles and blushes when you call her the prettiest girl you know.

“Then, yesterday, you came over to me in the cafeteria. It turned out the spell worked!” You puff out a breath. “I could barely believe it. I went back and found the website again, and… well, it said it was permanent. There wasn’t anything I could do about it. ”

She looks up from the phone at you, with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “So, you figured you’d make the best of the situation? Treat me like the **** you turned me into?”

You look down, away from her eyes. “Well… Yeah, that’s about it.”

She puts her hand on your knee. “Let me say… it.” She says in a quiet voice.

You frown in confusion as you look at her. “Say what?”

She shakes her head in frustration. “There’s something that you told me not to call you. Tell me it’s OK to say it again, please.”

“Oh!” you say in surprise, because it had slipped your mind that you told her not to address you that way, and because you certainly weren’t expecting her to ask to be allowed to. “It’s OK. You can call me master, but... you don’t have to anymore.”

She nods, “Thank you.” She clears her throat, leans in, and whispers to you. “You’re kind of a dick, Master.” she laughs. "It’s such a violation. I mean… You didn’t even know me. I was just a pretty girl in your English class — as random as that.” You feel your cheeks and ears burn as you flush red with shame. “You **** my mind, and made me love it. When you found out it wasn’t all a joke, that you had complete control over me, you used my body like you owned it; put a collar on me, like I’m your dog.” Her face is flushed too, and her breaths are quick and ragged.

“That’s the hottest. fucking. thing. ever!” she says in a sultry growl. She grabs a fistful of hair at the back of your head, and pulls you into a hard, deep, ravenous kiss.

You were not expecting that. When you both break off the kiss to catch your breath, you stare at her amazed. “You… like it?”

Tracey laughs throatily. “Like isn’t the word. I know in my mind how fucked up it is, that I should want you dead for all this. But, my panties are soaked right now. I can’t stop thinking how perfect it is,” she frowns in concentration as she searches for words. “I can’t even describe how… fulfilling it is for me, that my Master… my Owner… can, would, and did upend my whole life on a whim — just to get your rocks off. It lets me know that I’ll always be used as you like. That I’ll always be a thing that can please you, because you can make me into anything that pleases you. I have a purpose.” She shudders.

You lean forward towards her, partly to be closer to her, and partly because with your elbows on your knees you can block anyone’s view of the bulge in your jeans that started stirring during the kiss and is now full-on rock hard from hearing her talk this way.

“Wow,” is about all you can get out.

“Fuckin’ yeah, wow,” your **** agrees. “Plus, there's the fact that you have magic power! Holy crap!” she giggles. “I’m the enchanted plaything of a cruel, perverse wizard. It’s like a fantasy.” She grins devilishly. “If you read the right fantasy books.”

She starts poking through the website on your phone again. “So… what was the spell that you used on my mom to keep her from trying to commit me?” she asks as she scrolls.

You grimace at that. “I, umm, haven’t really looked at any of the other spells. I kind of panicked when you came over so upset, and it was the first thing I could think of.”

Tracey bursts out laughing, covering her mouth. She shakes her head, looking at you. Her voice drops low again. “Oh My God! I’m owned by the biggest, horniest dick on the planet.” She puts her arm around you and hugs you tight. “You find out that magic is real — that you can bend the fabric of reality to your will, and you don’t bother to read past the ‘make girls your fucktoys’ spell.”

You nod. “I mean... it has been a busy couple of days,” you offer weakly, as you shrug and smile sheepishly.

“So, now my mom feels the same way I do about you? She’ll be your fuck-**** too? Wait… she was really calm this morning. When you whammied me, I was about crawling out of my skin, until…" Tracey's eyebrows shoot up. "Damn dude! You fucked my mom already!" she whisper-shouts. "Was it good?" your enchanted pet asks, sounding genuinely curious.