The Femdom Witch and her Concierge Ch. 01

Colm stood staring, mouth agape. He'd never seen anyone do magic before, and didn't even know that witches could change the shape of a physical object.

Meridin, on the other hand, acted like nothing had happened and in a calm matter-of-fact voice, told him to "Take off your shirt, lie down on the bed, and stick your hands through the holes."

He resisted and made no movement to either strip or move towards the bed. He was dumbstruck by the magic he'd just witnessed and afraid of what would happen once he'd done as ordered.

"I said strip to the waist, lie on the bed and put your hands through the holes."

Once again, against his wishes, his body stirred to action. It felt like his body was moving naturally, but his mind had nothing to do with it. She was using her powers of compel on him again.

He stood to full height and took off his top. Although he was a tall, largely thin man, his arms were strong from carrying luggage. She reached around him and squeezed his buttocks. He'd had comments most of his adult life from women about how much they admired his larger behind, but he never quite believed them. But the look on Meridin's face and the feeling through their bond told him she was impressed as she cupped his cheek.

Before he knew it, he'd followed her exact orders. He found himself topless and on his back. His arms stretched out wide as his hands choose holes on opposite sides of the headboard, leaving his chest stretched across the bed.

Meridin waved her hands again at the bedhead, but this time there didn't appear to be any changes. "Now, try to take your hands out," Meridin ordered, as a mischievous grin spread across her face.

He strained, but immediately found he couldn't remove his hands at all. Even when he pulled with all his strength he was unable to make them budge, even slightly. It was as if they were bound with invisible ropes. But how could this be he wondered?

"It's just a little use of the elements." Witches of course had basic control over earth, water, fire and air. "One little magic weave of air around your wrists. It's very simple to cast and has some amazing applications in the bedroom. It ties as strong as any rope, but without the nasty business of rope burn."

She ordered him to lie still and he complied, unsure if he did it out of fear or if she used compel on him again. She untied his belt and removed his pants, leaving him entirely naked and unable to move. His cock was bare to the world, semi-erect from her earlier teasing.

Being naked in front of a fully clothed woman left him feeling vulnerable. His nakedness combined with her controlling stare left no illusions as to who was in control. Colm felt a wave of confusion as conflicting emotions washed over him. He felt electrified with both sexual excitement and fear. He felt powerless and yet desired.

She moved closer to him, her black silk gown drawing softly against his naked skin. She stared down at his naked body as if inspecting him. Against his wishes, his cock began to harden. He tried to tell himself that she must be compelling it hard, but deep down he knew that being so powerless before her was turning him on.

Her eyes were transfixed on his member and the more she stared, the harder it made him. By the time she reached down to touch him, he was already rock hard.

Meridin took her time, exploring every aspect of his cock. She ran a finger along it, noting how it slightly curved towards his body. She slowly stroked it from base to tip, lingering on the mushroom-like head.

She held her fingers about an inch apart and walked them up his length as if measuring him.

"Hmm," she said, not indicating if she was happy or unhappy with his size. Watching her literally size him up but not knowing whether she was impressed or disappointed was driving Colm wild. She made a circle around the head of his cock with her index finger and thumb, leaving them in a circle shape as she raised them to her eyes, inspecting his girth. "I can work with this," she said with a hint of contentment.

"But before I make you fuck me, there's one more service you must perform."

She climbed up on the bed, kneeling above him with one knee on either side of his torso and began to unbutton her black dress. The buttons were straight down the middle and she took her time, undoing each button starting from the top.

Once she was all the way unbuttoned, she slowly opened her dress, exposing her body from top to bottom. Starting with her round white breasts, she opened further to show her smooth flat stomach and eventually the little tuft of black hair above her sex.

Now fully naked, she threw the dress on the floor and moved her knees up to either side of his head.

Her pussy was right above his face now, and she lowered it closer and closer to his face.

"Do I need to compel you again, or will you perform this act of service freely?"

Whatever it was in him that stirred when she had stared at his cock was now blowing a gale with her kneeling over his face. She stared directly down at him, waiting on his answer.

He stared back up at her, trying to meet her gaze. But his eyes were drawn to the rest of her body. Just by trying to lock eyes with her, he could also see her pussy, her breasts and her face staring down at him. The incredibly erotic view was impossible for him to look away from.

Try as he might to hang onto his earlier promises not to give in to her, he desired nothing more than to bury his tongue deep inside her.

From his position directly underneath her, he could see that her pussy was already very wet. Her tangy scent filled his nose fueling his desire. Her hair was neatly trimmed into a little tuft, which left her lips and folds very visible. Her clit was fully erect and poking out of her folds as if begging him to lick it. He couldn't take his eyes off her, as much as he tried not to give in.

"Freely or compelled?" she asked again.

"Freely, mistress," he said breathily, his body betraying his desire.

She lowered herself further so her pussy was all he could see. He couldn't hold himself back, first just kissing her on her little tuft of hair, and then diving tongue first into her folds. She tasted intoxicating to him to the point he struggled to keep his mind on the task of pleasing her. He found himself just licking and kissing aimlessly.

He felt another wave of compel hit him, this time making him involuntarily stick his tongue out as far as he could.

She started rocking back and forth, rubbing her clit on his tongue. Grinding herself back and forward on his face.

She started to quicken the pace, riding his face faster and faster. Her thighs and body pressed down so completely on his face that Colm could barely hear anything. Which left him surprised to feel her moans through his face, rather than hear them through his ears.

His tongue was getting tired and he was struggling to draw breath, but she didn't slow down. He didn't want her to either. The pressure of her pussy on his face was driving him wild.

Soon he felt the moaning come to a crescendo as she came on his face. She stopped rocking and pressed her clit even harder into his tongue.

She climbed down from on top of him and lay next to him while catching her breath. "That's a good start, young thrall. A good start indeed."

She looked down at his cock. Despite the earlier promises he made himself, being under her control actually made him more aroused.

Her hand waved around in a spiral pattern around his length without actually touching him. He didn't know what she was doing but he couldn't feel anything if she was acting on him with her magic powers.

"This is my favourite way to weave air. You can wrap it tightly around a part of the human body and it creates a small barrier." More quickly than his eyes could see she grabbed his cock and squeezed it as hard as she could. Or at least she appeared to, he couldn't feel it at all. The barrier that the weave of air caused stopped him from being able to feel any touches to his cock at all. She ran her fingers up and down his length. Nothing. She wet one of her fingers in her mouth and ran it around his head. Nothing. Ordinarily, that would drive him wild, but now it felt like nothing was touching him at all.

"This is one of the biggest problems I have with thralls, particularly new or poorly trained ones. They never last as long as you need them to. Not without me giving them a little protection anyway." She punctuated this point by slapping his cock. To his surprise, he couldn't feel that either. "But you'll soon find being under my protection can be very mutually beneficial. It's why witches bond thralls in the first place. I protect you, and you serve me."

Now that she had regained her breath, she climbed on top of him ready to mount him.

She lined his throbbing erect cock up with her and slowly slid back letting it enter her.

Colm could feel none of it though. He watched her face as she took her time, sliding down so slowly she was barely moving. Her eyes were closed, savouring every second.

Once she'd slid all the way down his length, he could feel her body pressed as tightly against his as possible. He could feel her chest against his, her stomach against his. Her abs against his. But that was as far as the feeling went. He couldn't feel his cock at all. He was left to only imagine the divine pressure of her pussy swallowing him.

She started to fuck him now, rising and falling ever so slowly.

His inability to feel any of the sex was driving him wild. He tried to thrust into her, matching her rhythm in a vain effort to feel something, but it didn't help at all.

"Oh no you don't," she said, waving her hand again. "I'm in control here, and I chose the tempo." He tried to thrust again, but after another wave of her hand, he found another weave of air constraining him. This time across his hips, pinning him down to the bed.

She kept going, fucking him at the same slow rate. She was in control here and she knew how to make the feeling last.

She started moaning and increasing how hard she was thrusting down on him. Not faster, just harder. And harder. Her breathing quickened. Colm's ears told him that she was getting close to cumming.

"Are you ready for me to release you and show you a glimpse of how glorious your time with me can be?"

His eyes darted down to his cock which was still entering her over and over as she continued to ride him. "Please, Mistress. Please let me feel it."

His cock was still fully erect, throbbing with anticipation. Begging for the embrace of her pussy that he could see his cock going into but could not feel.

Meridin slightly leaned back so his cock was hitting a steeper angle for her. "Here's how great it can be to be my thrall," she said.

She unmasked their bond so that he could feel what she felt.

Suddenly pleasure hit his body like a tidal wave. Every part of his body could feel the pleasure that hers was experiencing.

He could feel the pleasure slowly filling all throughout her body. It was so different to how it felt for him. When he was about to cum the pleasure was localised mostly in his cock. But with her, not only could her pussy and clit could feel the building orgasm, but the rest of her body was also building in anticipation.

There was something odd about the feeling though.

He could feel no pleasure from his own body.

All his body could feel was his aching erection still felt like it was thrusting into air. The rest of his body could feel the motions, the repetitive slap of her body against his. But none of the pleasure of the sex itself.

But in his head, he could feel all the pleasure she was experiencing, and it was overwhelming. The waves of pleasure crashing over him overlapped with her moans, doubling the satisfaction. It felt so different, so overwhelming.

He began to wonder what would happen when she came. Would feeling her pleasure through their bond make him cum as well? Even if his own body had no stimulation at all? Or would he feel her orgasm and then potentially have one of his own?

Meridin was an expert in delaying and prolonging pleasure, so she slowed down and leaned a little further back. Holding her first two fingers out in front of his mouth, she whispered the instruction for him to "wet them" which he dutifully did, sucking her first two fingers.

With her leaning back on top of him, he had the perfect view to watch those fingers make their way to her clit. As she started to rub herself a wave of intensity he had never experienced came over him. It was so much stronger than anything he had ever felt before. It was like 100 tongues licking his glans at once. Was the pleasure from having your clit rubbed really this much stronger than what he felt when someone rubbed his cock? He had no idea it was this much more sensitive.

He tried to help her out by replacing her hands with his, but his hands strained uselessly against the binds holding him to the bed. "Release me, please" he begged. "No," she answered curtly.

She kept the motions going, rubbing her clit with her fingers, while still fucking his air-wrapped cock. The intensity was building, he could feel how close to orgasm she was.

But then all of a sudden the bond was re-masked and he lost all the second-hand sensation he was feeling.

It was so cruel, he'd been taken right to the edge of orgasm and then had all feeling ripped back away from him.

She was still above him, leaning back as she slowly fucked him. Her hand vigorously strummed her clit, but he could no longer feel it.

He uselessly stared at his cock as it entered her over and over and desperately wished he could feel what either of those body parts were feeling.

Her breathing started to quicken, and then she let out an almighty cry as she came on top of him.

Colm couldn't even imagine how good that orgasm must have felt for her.

If just touching her clit felt that much nicer than something touching him, how much stronger were her orgasms than his?

Her whole body started to quiver and shake, seemingly starting from her clit and spreading through her whole body. She thrust down on him one last time and left her fingers pressed to her clit as she convulsed through three aftershocks that he longed to feel with her.

After a few seconds to recover she took her two fingers from her clit, and held them in front of his face again, but this time the whispered instructions were for him to "clean them" and he fervently went to work and didn't stop until he'd licked them all over.

Meridin collapsed onto the bed beside him to recover.

After a minute Meridin rolled over to face him. "And now, something for you." Her head moved down to just above his cock, seemingly inspecting it again. It was still rock hard, and covered in pre-cum safe from being rubbed off under the bubble of air her magic had weaved over it.

She moved her head all the way down the bed and started to lick it, starting from the base and slowly moving to the tip. She maintained eye contact with him the entire time. It was one of the most erotic things he'd ever witnessed but he couldn't feel the physical touch at all. The precious pain of seeing something so undeniably sexy, but being unable to feel it made him feel wild with desire. At that moment he would have done anything to feel it.

She returned to the base of his cock and he had to look away, the torture of seeing but not feeling was something he couldn't stand for another moment.

But in an enormous surprise, this time he could feel it. For the first time in what felt like an hour, he could feel her touch. She must have released the weave that was preventing him from feeling.

The exhilaration he felt at that moment dwarfed any feelings of joy he'd ever felt. The first thing his cock felt in an hour was a witch's tongue. He couldn't believe that the woman who had complete control over him was rewarding him so sweetly.

He tested his hands, and they too were unbound. He was free to move and feel again. He reached down and gently touched her cheek. "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for all of this."

She released his cock from her mouth and retreated up the bed to lie next to him. Laying on her back beside him, she instructed him to come and kiss her. He was so swept up in the passion of the moment that he didn't mind her mouth tasting of him. He just had to have her, he just had to kiss her.

Her hand rested on the back of his head and they embraced. After a minute she broke her lips away to ask "What would you be willing to do for me?" Her question was laced with double meaning.

Did she mean what would he do for her as her thrall? Or did she mean what would he do to have her right now? He thought for a moment, but either way, the answer was the same. "I'd do anything for you."

"Good boy, good answer." She moved up to the top of the bed, lefting her knees up beside her body as she laid on her back. "Now repeat that over and over while you fuck me."

He didn't require a second invitation. He climbed up, on top of her and entered her immediately.

He tried to savour it, thrust into her slowly like she had when she was on top of him. But the hour of watching them have sex without being able to feel it made him very impatient.

"What will you do for me?" she asked again, breathing heavily.

"I'll do anything for you."

His words were punctuated by his thrusts. "I'll. Do. Anything. For. You."

"Louder," she ordered him.

"I'll. Do. Anything. For. You," he said, louder this time, fucking her even harder. The hours without touch were making him desperate. "I'll. Do. Anything. For. You." He was so close to cumming, the hours of teasing had left him close to the edge.

"Oh god," he struggled to say "I'm barely going to last a minute." Unlike the hundreds of times he'd thrust into her already today, this he could feel. And it felt better than any sex he'd ever had. He let out an involuntary moan.

Meridin's hand grabbed his chin and pointed his face towards hers. It was time for her to give him his final instructions. "I'm going to unmask your bond now. But only on my end. I am going to feel your orgasm, but you aren't going to feel mine. So fuck me hard, cum as hard as you can inside me. I want to feel it, so fuck me good."

He didn't require any further prompting, he started thrusting as if his life depended on it. "Fuck me thrall, cum inside your Witch's pussy," she ordered.

He was getting so close, and her instructions were only making him hornier. "Fuck me, oh fuck me. Cum inside me. I want to feel your orgasm. Cum inside me so hard!" And with that last instruction he did, he came inside her, his cock throbbing over and over. All the pent-up energy from the hours of teasing was released inside of her.

She screamed in pleasure, writhing like she'd had an even bigger orgasm than her earlier one. He thought to himself that answers if orgasms can be passed on through a bond. She certainly seems to have felt his, and likely had one of her own at the same time.

She threw her head back into the pillows and lay there until her breathing returned to normal.

After she'd recovered she turned to Colm "What did you say you'd be willing to do for me thrall?" She had to probe him, see if he still meant what he said. It's easy to say things in the throes of passion. Much harder to do once you are lying spent.

"I'll do anything for you, Mistress" he murmured from inside the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. "I'll do anything for you."

"Remember that you promised that thrall. We'll be together a long time, and 'anything' will certainly include a lot of different things. A lot more things than you expect."

***

The room began to shake and rattle, hard enough to make the window shutters flap and the roof beams creak. Colm looked at Meridin anxiously, wondering if this was another use of her magic.