A Witch's Companion Chapter 2
What the heck, you don't have a strap-on?!" Jamie exclaimed, with his arms crossed and an annoyed expression, standing at the foot of Abigail's bed. He was wearing his favorite black and white striped thigh-highs paired with some tiny black shorts that didn't even cover his whole ass cheek, but nicely showcased his hard erection. The shorts were really just there to avoid leaving pre-cum all over the apartment, as he'd be happy wearing just the socks.
Abigail sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and sporting a huge oversized t-shirt. "Why on earth would I need a strap-on?" she asked.
"Because it's a common household item!"
Abigail grinned. "But you managed to come from my fingers just fine."
Jamie's face flushed beet red, his tail stopped wagging, and he moved forward. "Don't you dare tell anyone about that! I have a reputation to uphold. Do you understand me?" His attempt at being intimidating backfired when he couldn't pull it off on Abigail, his mistress.
She smiled and gently took his hand. Jamie turned redder, looked away, and his tail started wagging again. "Abigail, I'd never betray your trust. I love you. I'm sorry for being a brat."
"I love you too, my sweet familiar. We can buy a strap-on for you if you'd like."
Jamie couldn't hide his excitement; his tail went from wagging to full-out wagging. "I know exactly where to get the kind we want. Kimberly's got it." He waved his hand and a spinning black portal appeared. "C'mon."
"Hey, you're not wearing any clothes," Abigail pointed out.
"I don't usually wear them when I go out. It's like an adventure for me! Everyone stares at us, and I know for a fact they masturbate to the memory later. You can't argue with that. Besides, I fill myself up with their lust. And as for you, you're now my only source of sustenance."
"Just be a good boy and gather some clothes, so we can go to this Kimberly place."
Jamie sighed reluctantly. "Fine. For you." He waved his hand and suddenly he was wearing a dark red skirt, a dark red crop top, a red jacket lined with black fur, nylon thigh-high stockings, and dark red heels. He twisted his hips back and forth so the skirt swayed. "How do I look?" he asked, grinning slyly.
Abigail was now clothed in distressed black jeans, black ankle boots, and a tight black top. She checked Jamie's skirt to make sure it covered his entire bubble butt. It did, but she still gave it a cheeky squeeze. "You look adorable," she said, and Jamie's moans prompted her to give him a passionate kiss. Jamie wanted the kiss to last forever, but sadly, it didn't. And with just a kiss from his mistress, Abigail said, "thanks for dressing me as well."
"Anytime," Jamie answered, still blushing, "It's more convenient this way." He pulled her through the portal. Puff, they were immediately in a busy street Abigail wasn't familiar with, and before she could even figure out where they were, Jamie dragged her down a dark alley. "We need to rush," he said, "So I don't draw attention to myself."
"Perhaps you could hide your horns, tails, and the constant release of pheromones."
"Oh, come on! I need to have some fun! There are so many wizards and witches who missed their chance to see an incubus. Their lust is so tantalizing. What about you? You could turn into an evil queen. You'd own it like a boss."
"If you insist on the evil route, then sure, I can up the ante."
Jamie dragged her down the stairs, going deeper into a dimly lit sex shop. There were all kinds of sex toys – dildos, vibrators, ball gags – even some strange things Abigail couldn't identify. The unique thing? None of these toys were in packaging, and they weren't all the same. "Kimberly!" he shrieked gleefully. "Kimberly!"
From behind a hidden door, a tall woman with imposing figure stepped into the room. She wore tight leather pants, leather thigh-high boots, and a leather corset that barely contained her breasts. Her nails were sharp and black, her blonde hair was tied in a neat bun, and her eyes, just like Jamie's, were black. "Jamie, dear! I was wondering when you'd stop by! Come along."
And, with that, Jamie and Abigail were led through the door.
Oh hey, Kimberly! Jamie smiled widely, introducing his new "mistress" Abigail. He moved to allow Kimberly a full view of Abigail. "Just last night, we started getting close, and I feel really strong affection for her. So could you take her to find a special toy? I'll run off to check something out, okay?" Jamie had a determined look on his face when he said this, but soon eased it into a cheerful one. "Thanks, by the way. Love you."
Kimberly approached Abigail, her steps steady and slow. Her high heels made a sharp echo as they struck the ground. Kimberly's gaze was hard as stone, and Abigail thought she might be punched, but she stopped just short of Abigail and simply asked, "What makes you think you're worthy of being Jamie's mistress?" She spoke with a bone-chilling voice.
Abigail almost didn't answer. "What?" she responded, caught off guard.
Apparently hearing Jamie's "be nice" demand, he yelled it from a distance. "BE NICE!" Abigail felt grateful for her master's voice reminding her to be polite.
A long, tense moment passed, and finally, Kimberly exhaled and said, "Follow me." She turned around and walked away, leaving Abigail to follow. From the rearmost alcove, she pulled out a seemingly ordinary strap-on. "This is the item Jamie wants," she stated. "It's enchanted to provide intense pleasure to the user, can grow to any size desired, and is the top choice for its kind. It's ten thousand dollars."
Abigail was astonished. "Really? I could buy multiple strap-ons of many sizes online for a hundred bucks. Is this thing really worth it?"
The fire ignited in Kimberly's eyes. "You think a cheap bit of silicone can provide a demon spawn with sufficient pleasure? And I'm even selling it to you at cost! If you can't afford to offer Jamie the best of everything - constant gifts, excursions, fun - he'll get exhausted. In a bored demon, danger arises. Do you understand what you've become a part of?"
Biting her lip, Abigail stood there, trying not to show how freaked out she was. "Yes... I know. I trained for fifteen years for this. It's my responsibility now, and I will do my best." She decided to momentarily change the subject. "Is there anything that can help stop him from leaving a mess everywhere?"
Kimberly took a deep breath and the fiery look in her eyes died down. "Well, he doesn't like it, but you could make him wear underwear. Your clothes will self-clean. If your bonds are strong enough, you could consider getting him a locking device for, uh, his protection. We can discuss it later."
Jamie returned, now wearing only his black and white thigh highs, his chest and genitals exposed, with a leather harness dripping pre-cum upon his soft sheets. His respectful pose dissolved quickly as he offered his queen a packet. "I'd like to wear this with you. It's already treated and connected. It would make both of us so happy." His eyes sparkled, his tail wagged, and he smelled very attractive.
"Come here, Abigail." Jamie requested, beaming up at her. Before she could respond, she strolled to the center of the room and rubbed his head. "What do you think about this?"
"I'm not used to you treating me like some guy who takes you out occasionally," Abigail replied uneasily, collecting her thoughts. "He's my responsibility, and I'll do my best."
Kimberly simply nodded and turned away. She ordered Abigail to "grab two," implying the strap-on and harness. "Do you take credit cards?"
Jamie teleported them back to the bedroom. His mood changed instantly: on his back, naked save for the thigh-highs, and with a rosy ass and wagging tail up, Jamie wiggled his hips. This caused his testicles to bounce, and a stream of pre-cum fell onto the bed sheets. As nervous as she felt, he expected to be ravaged, but nothing did. He turned around and asked, "What's the problem?"
"I'm just a bit nervous, that's all."
Confused, Jamie shifted to a cross-legged pose. "I thought you wanted me last night."
Abigail's face reddened as she explained, "I did. It's just... right now... I'm a bit intimidated."
Surprised, Jamie lied on his back. He stopped drooling, his balls stopped swaying, and the stream of pre-cum stopped. "I'm sorry for that." He snuggled up to her and apologized, leaving her to rub the top of his head. "Stop worrying, I just got too carried away." They had been dancing around in excitement. "What's wrong with loving your masters?"
Responding to his question, Mel asked, "I'm not accustomed to him treating me like a sugar daddy."
"It's only natural," Jamie explained. "There's no need to be nervous. I just can't sit still when I know I've got a great present waiting for me."
The atmosphere was full of excitement and enchantment. She avoided eye contact. "I'm not sure how to describe it. I'm not typically into this kind of thing. Reading a book can only help with preparations so much."
Stepping towards her, Jamie clasped her hands. "I've soundproofed the apartment, thus making it almost impossible for you to inflict harm on me. Plus, everything you do arouses me. I've got nothing to worry about," he reassured.
Her eyes returned to his face. Jamie wore a gentle grin. "Let's begin with a wardrobe change first, shall we?" Abigail obliged, her face lighting up in response. With a wave of his hand, her clothes vanished, and she was adorned in a leather strap outfit. There was an under-bras-like straps on her chest estimating to only cover her vagina. One strip was positioned above her breasts, another below, her bosom was lifted gracefully. The third cut inscribed through her abdomen, highlighting her six-pack. The strips tied around her arms and thighs formed high-lying grooves, showcasing her arm and leg muscles.
She surveyed her new appearance, feeling more compelling. "This makes me feel invincible. But don't you think you should wear one too?"
Jamie shook his head. "There's a hole to fit my tail in, but there's none for my ... private part. It's far too important to conceal." Swiping his hand through the air, the leather strappage combined with the one she was wearing.
"The degree of magic you perform is astounding. A mere hand gesture magically supplies your demand."
Jamie chuckled lightly. "You'll have ample time to admire it later. Stay attentive." He twisted the dildo, increasing its size to five inches. It didn't resemble a penis yet nonetheless made her pussy and clitoris tingle. "How about this?" He absorbed the toy into his mouth, causing intense ecstasy. Her grip around his hair stilled her head in place, craving for his continued caress. He pulled away, wiped the saliva from his lips, and expressed, "Should I ever acquire the ability to alter your body using magic, there'll be no comparison." He extended from the bed, slid back into position. "All set for you." Willing to refrain from stepping in the pool of precum, she navigated over. "What do you need me to do?"
"You can endure this if you slow down and maintain a rhythm." Abigail crept up behind Jamie and tenderly shoved the dildo in.
...
"Jamie?"
"Yes?"
"Are you all right?"
"Yes. Why?"
"You haven't moved for a while."
Abigail couldn't help but giggle.
"I'm really sorry. It was overwhelming. I lost control."
"It's okay. Proceed at your own pace." She resumed motion, nudging the dildo to and fro, and Jamie grunted from beneath her. "Thank you, supreme ruler, for offering me this comfort. I'm so grateful."
"You're welcome, baby." Fixating on his pert cheeks, she slapped one. The sound echoed.
"Punish me, superior," Jamie whimpered. "I've been a mischievous boy today. And I'm so remorseful." Abigail returned his plea by striking his rear end again. He howled.
"What was your mischief?"
"For making such a mess this morning." He grumbled. "For losing control like a slut when we went out." And again. "For trying to manipulate your emotions in the shop." And again. "You're my superior. I should've behaved better." His buttocks were now vivid in pink. No need for further punishment. [END]
"Oh my god, you're so ridiculously promiscuous," Whispered Abigail. Her words alone caused Jamie to moan. His tail slithered down his spine and wrapped itself around her arm, causing him to lose all support. She quickened her pace slightly and ensured each stroke penetrated as deeply as possible. Jamie's mind was now void of thoughts and drool covered the sheets. It wasn't the dildo that brought him immense satisfaction, it was merely a vessel for their spirits to intertwine, and hers was captivating him. It felt as if her spirit had fully enveloped him and lovingly cradled him. Every inch of his body received equal warmth and bliss. After a few minutes, he somehow managed to gasp, "May I please climax, mistress?" Abigail increased her speed, yet remained silent. "Please?" he pleaded with his irregular breaths.
Abigail smirked. "Go ahead, dear. You have my consent."
Jamie promptly climaxed. Even more fluid spurted out than the night before. Abigail maintained her thrusts until the final drop, then she removed the strap-on and allowed him to crumple into his own mess. She got on the bed beside him, stroking his side. "You good, dear?" she asked gently.
"Give me about thirty seconds," Jamie said beaming.
Abigail crawled behind him, embraced his body, and cuddled with him. "I adore you," she said softly.
Jamie didn't respond verbally, but did push his body more firmly against hers. A short while later, he exhaled. "Alright. Now it's your turn," Jamie said before suddenly being on top of her, sitting between her legs. He clicked the central band against her skin, and it disappeared. "It's still premature for me to use my penis, but as long as I'm gentle with my tongue..." He scuttled between her legs and lay his face between them. As he gently fondled her clit with his tongue, Abigail locked her grip around him. His tail wagged as eagerly as if he were being fucked yet Abigail could only acknowledge it for a moment before her head fell back and she tightly gripped the sheet.
At least two tongues were licking around her vagina. Then she felt a hand on her breasts. It couldn't possibly be Jamie's, she could feel both of his legs holding her thighs, and no one else's could have been so tender, or felt so exquisite. But now hands were all over her body. Holding her. Rubbing her. Stroking her. Two talented tongues and many attentive hands focused on her gratification. Dedicated to serving her. The idea of anything ever feeling this great or being better seemed insane.
She climaxed precisely three times in ten minutes. Then she dozed off.
Read also:
- Criminally-Tuned Rhythm Chapter 1
- Catastrophic Envy: Femdom's Perspective (Part 2)
- Rose and Gephard in Their Sanctuary (Part 7)
- Cat-Astrophic Envy: Feline-Dominant Feminization
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