Your first day on the job

As you step over the threshold of the cottage, the warm, inviting atmosphere wraps around you, and you can't help but feel at ease. The fireplace crackles with a comforting warmth, and you see her, the witch, standing naked by the fire, her curvaceous body illuminated by the dancing flames. Her red hair cascades down her shoulders, framing her ample bosom, and those green eyes sparkle with a mysterious allure.

She turns to greet you, a small smile playing on her lips as she hands you a cup of tea. "Welcome, apprentice," she says, her voice like a melody. "Today is your first day, and we have much to do. But first, I must ask you to disrobe."

You hesitate, your heart beating faster as you look at her, standing there so confident and unashamed. But there's something about her that puts you at ease, and you find yourself slipping out of your clothes, using your arm to cover your bare breasts as you stand before her.

She watches you, her eyes taking in every inch of your fit, yoga sculpted body. "You have a beautiful body," she says, her voice thick with desire. "It will be a pleasure to work with you."

She guides you through the day's lesson, your hands trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves as you gather the ingredients: fresh lavender, honey, olive oil, rosemary, and sunflower petals. She has you place each ingredient one by one in the cauldron, stirring clockwise as she guides your hands on the oar used for stirring.

Her assistance on the stirring is intense, her erect nipples brushing against your back as you move in unison. You repeat the chant after her, the words flowing like a poem, a rhythm that matches the beating of your heart.

As you work, you can't help but feel a connection between you and the witch, a bond that goes beyond the physical. There's a sense of understanding, of acceptance, that you've never felt before. And as you stand there, naked and ****, you realize that this is where you belong.