Morgan Sharpe is a mysterious and dangerous woman, rich as Croesus and with a power beyond this mortal world. When she offers Reagan Jones a deal, the terms are just too good to pass up, but the requirements are very strange, demeaning evening, not something to be taken lightly. She has this way of changing those in her service, and maybe Reagan isn’t sure he likes the new him. Of course, he’s in for even bigger changes down the line.
This five and a half thousand word take is the first steamy chapter of the series To Attend Upon a Witch by Randall Rogue.
Author: Randall Rogue
Length: 5500 words.
Series: To Attend Upon a Witch
Succeeded By: Further Changes
Content: Femdom, Transformation, Feminization, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Magic, Bondage, Body-Modification
“Very good. Then I have your first task for you, something we ought to get out of the way before our pilot get’s cleared for takeoff.” She turned on the ball of one foot, strode over to the sofa, and dropped into it, resting her arms out and along the top of the back like the wings of a bird. She eyed Reagan up and down and gave him a little nod.
The unexpectedness of the command stunned him; for a moment he felt a reflexive impulse to balk, but the words that had only just passed between them stayed his tongue. She had made a point of clarifying what was expected of him. He had probably better get used to his boundaries being pushed. He found that his heart was racing already. The prospect of undressing here, with this admittedly lovely but also certainly dangerous woman watching him, made his blood race in his veins.
Fumbling a little, he reached up and loosened the knot of his tie, then undid the buttons of his shirt. As he removed it, by habit, he folded the white shirt and stepped over to set it on the desk. He slipped out of his shoes and socks, making sure to set them all together. Then he undid his belt and stepped out of his pants, folding them on top of his shirt.
Ms. Sharpe gave him a disapproving look. Her lip curled into a sneer. “Briefs, Reagan? Really? We’ll have to do something about that.” Her eyes flicked up to his face and she took on a slightly more thoughtful expression. “That mustache will have to go too; you look rather like you should be on a registry somewhere.”
His eyes darted over to her and he hoped that he was keeping his neutral expression intact. His appearance had never really been called into question like this. Truth be told, he’d never really put much thought into it, just making do with what he had, but if this was part of the deal, so be it. He made a mental note to shave later as he pulled down his underwear.
He stood before her, resisting the urge to cover himself with his hands. She arched a dark eyebrow at him. Then shook her head. “No. This won’t do at all. We have so much to do with you.” She let out a sigh, ignoring the look of confusion on Reagan’s face. “Might as well get started now. On your knees.”
Caught unaware, he did not respond immediately and her lip curled in a sneer. Her voice hardened around the edges, growing points to it. “Now, Reagan.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her. She rose from the sofa and carefully slid down the zipper of her skirt. She let the garment fall away, revealing the curves of her hips and thighs. She hadn’t been wearing panties, and her bare pussy was mere inches from Reagan’s face.
He looked up at her, and could anticipate the next direction. She saw the shock on his face and arched her brow at him again, questioning.