Wilma smiled and gushed "Anything Kate, just ask"
Too easy, Kate thought and smiled, she probably didn't even need the magic but it was too important to risk "It is actually a gift" she brought out her magical cross and held it out "It is a family tradition to give your spiritual guide a cross as a thank you...I would be honoured if you would wear this for me"
Wilma was touched by this, it was a beautiful cross and the gesture seemed utterly genuine to her. She felt compelled to accept and wear the cross at all times. "That's wonderful, I will treasure it" she simpered and instantly put it around her neck. After a few more minutes Kate left. The scene was set.
At two minutes to 7pm Brigitte pushed the doorbell to Wilma's house. She had walked here in order to be discreet and nervously fingered the crystal in her pocket. She had obeyed Wilma's instruction to forego underwear and so her nipples had been rubbed the entire way over and were now thoroughly engorged. As usual before using her witchcraft adrenaline surged through her. Although this encounter would be nothing to the epic battles she had participated in it never changed. This should be simple though, work the charm, render Wilma helpless, delete the sex videos, fuck her brains out and then enlist her help to find the source of the mischievous magic in town. She had not arrived unarmed, she wore several pieces of jewellery all of which were charged with various defensive and offensive spells she could call on in various scenarios. She felt prepared for wherever her hunt lead her.
Wilma opened the door and looked round to see if the anyone else was observing them then smiled "Right on time...I like obedience in my pets. Do come in my little popette". Brigitte supressed a sneer. She was going to enjoy turning the tables on this dirty bitch. Wilma stood aside and smiled gesturing for Brigitte to enter. She was about to advance through the door when Wilma said "I've got an idea, I want my little baby to crawl...if you want to be my slut come in on your hands and knees"
"FUCK YOU!!!!" Brigitte thought but kept her composure and merely responded "You are so wicked". She sunk to her knees and crawled through the threshold. She was going to exact revenge on this women so badly. Once inside she heard the door close behind her and Wilma walked round infront of her. Brigitte felt the charade had gone on long enough, she reached into the pocket of her dress, clutched the crystal and hurled it's power towards Wilma. It emptied in a second and Brigitte began to smile as she reached out her hand towards her tormentor. The smile only lasted for an instant as the invisible jet of magical energy was repelled by the crosses magical protection and instantly smashed back into Brigitte.
It was like someone had hurled a bucket of water over Brigitte, she gasped as the spell soaked into every molecule of her body. "NO" she thought "This couldn't be happening". She had an instant of pure horror as any ability to use magic was destroyed by her own spell, more than that the various other effects instantly took hold of her and she felt her free will dwindle and her arousal levels shoot through the roof.
Aside from the little gasp Wilma hadn't noticed a thing since her new lover had crawled into her lair. She smiled down at the cute little redhead "Good girl"
Brigitte was on the verge of panic now, she knew Wilma would be irresistable to her in her newly pliant suggestible state, she had to think fast because she would obey any requests, she had to escape or she was truly, truly fucked. "Wilma..." she began and started to get up off the floor.
"Shhhh" said Wilma and instantly Brigitte stopped talking...It was already fully implanted. She made to stand and run out of the house but before she could Wilma continued "Stay there baby, mommy has a present for you". Brigitte instantly sunk back to her knees.
Wilma held out a thick black leather collar towards Brigitte "It would please your mommy if you put this on"
"That seems okay" thought Brigitte, after all pleasing Wilma was important...wasn't it. She reached out and took the collar. The tiniest part of her psyche was screaming "NOOOOOOO!" but that didn't seem to matter...it would be good to please Wilma. She took the collar and placed it round her neck buckling it behind her neck. Wilma presumed this was Brigitte, once again, acting as the submissive slut she presumed her to be.
She reached over to the table and handed her a small padlock "And now put this on" phrased as an instruction or even a request Brigitte was instantly compelled to obey "...It is a symbol of your submission to me...you are becoming my sex slave, is that what you want? Tell me!". The instruction kicked in first. Brigitte, powerless to disobey, clicked the lock closed behind her. Then her magic addled mind processed the suggestion...she had clicked the lock closed therefore she must be Wilma's sex slave, that made sense...next the question? Well she wanted to please Wilma, and Wilma wanted her to be her sex slave, and she had the collar on so that all made perfect sense, didn't it? Was they why she came her today? It must have been "Yes, Wilma...I want to be your sex slave" she said. As she spoke her pussy tingled with arousal as the other part of the spell began to act upon her.
Wilma smiled and took out her phone, she pointed it at the pretty little collared school teacher and began filming "Good. You make me very happy. Now my little slut, take off that dress for your mommy"
Brigitte smiled vapidly and began to disrobe, in seconds she was naked in front of Wilma. Somewhere deep in her psyche Brigitte was desperately trying to re-assert control but her adversary had unwittingly used her vulnerability against her at every stage. It could be weeks before the spell wore off and her free-will and abilities returned. She had to think, had to escape. Wilma looked up from the camera "Tell everyone your name darling".
Brigitte smiled at the camera "I'm Brigitte Malone" she simpered
And tell them what you are. All these questions were so bewildering to Brigitte as the spell rendered her little more than a horny bimbo. She furrowed her brow and their to think. Well the most important thing was the obvious she though. "I'm Wilma's sex-slave" she giggled.
Wilma couldn't be happier "Good girl" she said and Brigitte almost had an orgasm at being praised.
Wilma attached a lead to the collar and said "Now come up stairs with me darling...if you think last time was wild then you are in for a real treat this time".
Utterly powerless and unable to resist Brigitte was lead by her collar to Wilma's newly equipped BDSM torture chamber.
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