You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, and for a moment, you don't know where you are.
There's a gorgeous woman lying next to you, her porcelain face looking utterly peaceful as she slumbers.
It’s the woman you met last night.
The witch.
You’re at her place.
Your memory of meeting her is hazy, like it happened weeks instead of hours ago.
But you remember how she tricked you, made you obey her every command and forced you to follow her home.
How she broke your mind with pleasure and hypnotized you.
How she freed you from her compulsion afterwards.
And how you accepted her proposal to become friends, with benefits.
You frown.
It *seemed* like she freed you, but…
You're pretty sure she's just using a more subtle way of keeping you under her thumb, instead of the sledgehammer of blunt obedience she slammed you with before.
Your mind slides off the thought.
There's no need to worry about any of that.
You yawn and stretch, and she stirs in response.
She opens her eyes and meets yours, and whatever doubts you might have had about last night melt like snow in the sun.
Her eyes are incredible, hauntingly beautiful.
"Not having second thoughts, I hope?" she asks, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Hah, as if.
You still can't quite believe any of this is actually real, she's the best thing that ever happened to you.

"Not a chance," you say, and she favors you with a brilliant smile that lights up her face and makes your heart sing with joy.

She gets out of bed and tells you to go and shower, while she gets started on breakfast.

"Don't let it get to your head," she jokes. "You're definitely going to repay me for it later."

You do as you're told and take a quick shower, before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
The smell of her cooking makes your mouth water.
She greets you with another brilliant smile and invites you to join her at the table.

As you sit down and tuck in, you feel like you've hit the jackpot.
She is absolutely gorgeous, pleasant company, and her cooking is terrific to boot.
At first, you're still a little hesitant uneasy around her, you've only *just* met her after all, but she treats you with a familiarity like she's known you for ages.
It's infectious, and in no time you're chatting away and ribbing each other like lifelong friends.
When you're both done eating, you compliment her on the food, joking that while you’re still not entirely convinced magic is real, her cooking is definitely pure witchcraft.
She laughs.
"It's child's play compared to the potions I usually whip up," she says, giving you a playful wink.

You stare at her incredulously, still not quite sure if she's kidding you, or actually being serious.

She laughs again.
"Oh ye of little faith," she teases.
"I will show you something that's *definitely* going to convince you I'm an actual witch, once and for all".

"No hypnosis this time," she says  "Promise."
Her tone and the mischievous glint in her eyes do nothing to reassure you.

She leaves the room and returns with a deck of playing cards, tossing them between her hands.
You teasingly ask her if she's going to tell your fortune.

"Nothing so base," she scoffs.
She sits down in front of you, shoving the plates to one side of the table and putting the cards between you.

"Although…," she drawls, putting one hand on yours and looking you straight in the eye, I could *tell* what your future is going to be. Spoiler: it’s what I want it to be."
Your heart flutters and your face goes beet red.
She picks up the playing cards again, chuckling to herself.

She fans the cards and tells you to pick one, look at it and put it back without letting her see.
You follow her instructions, and she flashes you a smile.

Laying the cards out on the table and putting her finger on the one you chose, she explains that she's going to shuffle the cards, and that she wants you to pay careful attention to what she’s doing.
You have to check that she's not using any sleight of hand, and she challenges you to try and keep track of your card yourself.

She starts shuffling the cards with panache, twirling them this way and that with expert hands.

She gives you hints on what to look out for, and shares tips on how to keep track of your card.
Telling you how it can actually become easier to pay attention by relaxing.
Spinning a yarn about how the card you touched is marked with your spirit, and how she can feel it every time it passes through her fingers.
And all the time she keeps making the cards move in mystifying patterns.
It's a fascinating spectacle, and you’re intrigued by the way the light plays on her perfectly manicured fingernails.
Glinting and flickering as her fingers dance in front of you.
And after a while, you find yourself zoning out.
The cards start blending together in a whirl of color and her voice becomes an unintelligible drone.

You blink, and you see the cards spread out in a ribbon in front of you, facedown on the table.
"You don't have a clue where your card is anymore, do you?" she asks.
It takes your sluggish mind a few seconds to register that she asked you a question.
You admit that you don't, and she sweeps the cards into a single pile with a flourish.
"But thanks to the power of magic," she says, "I *do*."
She taps the top of the pile with her finger.
"Is this your card?" she asks, flipping it over with a deft flick.

You laugh, it's not even *remotely* close to your card.
Then, you look a little closer, and notice there's something scrawled on the card.
You focus on the writing, and the world drops away from you.
Your mind blacks out and you hear her laughter coming from somewhere far away.
The last thing you're aware of before you lose consciousness entirely, is her voice softly talking to you.

You awaken to the feeling of her affectionately ruffling your hair, and you raise your head from where it was resting on the table.

She smirks at you.
"Well okay, maybe a *little* hypnosis," she says.

You smile to yourself.
She's incorrigible.

She winks and pushes herself up from the table.
"I'm going to have a shower. I'll be back in a moment, just make yourself at home."

You tell her to have fun, and watch her walk out the room.
Shaking your head in amusement, you get started on loading the dishes into the dishwasher.

As you're busying yourself with that, you notice her purse lying open on the counter.
You glance at the contents, and you see something that looks remarkably like your phone inside.
You take a closer look and see that you're right, it *is* your phone.
You remember that she took it from you the night before, supposedly because technology interferes with her magic.
Her half-truth makes you smile.
Your phone ringing while she had you deeply hypnotized *would* have been quite disruptive to her ‘spell’.
You take it out of her purse and notice it’s turned off, so you turn it on again, intending to check if you have any missed calls or messages.
When it’s finally on, you check the notifications and you pause.
There’s not a couple of missed calls and messages, but close to a hundred!
A couple from friends, and the rest of them from a contact called "Angel".
The name doesn’t ring a bell, and you’re slightly annoyed, who the hell had to reach you so damn urgently that they’d leave *that* many messages and call so many times?
You open their first message and your stomach drops.
"Baby, where are you?"
With a mounting feeling of dread, you check more of their messages and they're all in the same vein, each one becoming more frantic and desperate than the last.

You start breathing hard.
You have a girlfriend!
How the hell did *that* slip your mind?
You try recall her face, to remember *anything* about her… and you draw a complete blank.
The *witch*!
She *made* you forget!

Grief and panic war with each other in your mind, as you realize your gorgeous host betrayed you. 
You liked her, you *really* liked her, and you believed her when she apologized for what she did the last night.
But she was pulling the wool over your eyes the entire time.
She made you forget someone you cared about, someone who cared about you.
And you just *know* that once she gets back, she's going to smother your mind again, and leave you oblivious once more.

Panic wins out.
Feverishly, you select one of "Angel"'s messages and tap the 'dial' icon.
Shit! No reception!
You've *got* to get out of here!
Frantically, you rush out of the kitchen, grabbing the doorpost as you swing around it in your haste.
You make it to the hallway, and stop dead in your tracks.
She’s loitering near the front door.

“Hey,” she says, “what's gotten you all riled up”?
She sounds amused.
Turning towards you, her eyes flick to the phone in your hand, and her smile turns cruel.
“Ahhh, I see how it is.
And we were getting along so well, too.”
Unhurriedly, she starts walking towards you.
“Going somewhere?” she asks, her voice dripping with malice.

She unclasps her medallion from her neck, the same one she used to hypnotize you the night before, and starts swinging it from side to side.

“Relax, I can explain.
Just look right here and it will all become clear.”
She flashes you another cruel smile.
“Look at the medallion,” she commands.

Her words worm their way into your mind, and your eyes rivet themselves to her medallion, moving left to right as they track it.
You recognize the feeling, some kind of compulsion forcing you to obey her every command.
You were helpless before, but now that you know what you’re dealing with, you think you stand a chance at fighting it off.
With a tremendous effort, you tear your eyes away from her medallion.

She laughs. She actually laughs.
“Well done! It’s so much more fun when you make it a challenge for me.”
She sounds genuinely pleased, and her eyes glitter with excitement.
Belatedly, it occurs to you that you should *not* be looking her in the eye.

And to your horror, your eyes *snap* back to the medallion, as her command reasserts itself.
She laughs again.
“Awww, and you were doing so well too. Good effort, though.”

She lets the medallion drop into her hand, chain and all, and puts it away somewhere.
“It’s all right, you don’t have to keep looking at it,” she says, and your eyes are finally your own again.
“I’ve got something much more interesting and enjoyable for you to be looking at.”

She starts unbuttoning her blouse and you warily watch her fingers as she does so, wondering what she’s up to now .
Somehow, you manage to get caught off guard when she suddenly opens her blouse, revealing her magnificent breasts.
She's not wearing a bra and you stare at her breasts, utterly mesmerized at the sight of them.

But you’ve got a girlfriend!
You shouldn't be looking at another woman's breasts!
You force yourself to keep your eyes on the floor, and she chuckles.

“No, no, you had the right idea before,” she teases, shrugging off her blouse and letting it fall to the floor.
 “Look at my tits.”
She breaks into a grin.
“I couldn’t help but notice you found them pretty captivating earlier, so I thought I’d give you another show.”

You swear you don't want to look at her breasts.
But you just can’t look away.
You're not even sure how much of that is because she ordered you to look at her breasts, and how much is because they are just too *spectacular* to look away from.

She reassures you that it's okay to watch her tits.
That it's entirely normal and natural.
Talking softly and soothingly.
Telling you to relax and that it's all fine.
Putting you at ease.
And all the while, she keeps playing with her breasts.
Cupping them. Fondling them. Rubbing them. Teasing her nipples with her fingers.
It captivates you, and you barely even notice that your cock comes to stand to attention.
She keeps talking to you, but you’re too focused on her breasts to keep track of what she’s saying.
All you can think about is how great her breasts are, and whether it’s really okay to be looking at them.
Her breasts.
Her wonderful, wonderful breasts.
Briefly, it occurs to you that you should be focusing on trying to *resist* her, instead of fixating on her breasts.
But the thought slips away from you. 
You start feeling good.
Very good, even.
All drifty and floaty.
And drowsy, too.
Like you're falling asleep on your feet.
Your eyes close, and you just listen to her voice.
It’s so soothing and so nice to listen to.
You find yourself sinking away.
It feels good. It feels right.
And for the first time, you’re actually pay attention to what she’s saying to you
“And you can just let everything drift away,” she says.
“You can let everything go.”
And just… simply… *obey*.

Huh? Wha?
You blearily open your eyes, and some awareness returns to your dazed mind.
"*Obey*", she snaps again, and you rebel against the command.
No!
You awaken from the haze you were lost in.

Jesus fucking christ, she very nearly had you!
If she hadn’t been quite as forceful at the end there… you’d be completely under her spell right now.
You force your eyes away from her magnificent breasts and look at her face, being careful not to meet her eyes.
She’s smirking at you, and you get the impression that she *knows* she made a mistake.
That she did it on purpose.
And in that moment, you realize she’s just toying with you.
That you never stood a chance, that you’re never going to manage to hold out.
That it’s just a matter of time before she squashes your mind under her heels and you never see your girlfriend again.
The thought fills you with despair.
You have to get away!
You call out a name that has no meaning to you, and a strange look comes over her face.
But you barely even notice.
You need to get *away*!
Blind panic takes over. 
Breathing hard, your eyes dart this way and that, furiously looking for an escape, *any* escape.

Her brow furrows.
"Are we green," she says, and it's like a vice clamps around your mind.
Your mouth produces a garbled mess, as you desperately try to free yourself from the iron grip that freezes your thoughts.
And you manage. Just as suddenly as it came, the hold on your mind disappears.
It must have been a trigger of some kind, but you have no idea what it was *supposed* to do.
She seems pleased with your reaction though, so you guess she must not have realized that you managed to shake it off.
It hits you that she’s not infallible after all, that she *does* make mistakes… and that you don’t actually have to hold out *forever*.
You are missing, people are looking for you, and your phone is turned on now.
You can be *tracked*.
You don’t have to hold out forever, just *long enough*.

Your panic makes way for a grim determination to resist her for as long as you can.

Your resolve must have shown on your face, because she picks up an incense stick from somewhere, and salutes you with it, grinning widely.
She lights it, and starts walking towards you, the incense smoke curling around her.
You take a hesitant step back, and she tells you not to move.
The smell of lavender tickles your nose, and your brain fuzzes.

She stops a couple of steps away from you, bringing the incense stick to her mouth, and sucking in the smoke.
It makes you think of a succubus inhaling a soul, and you shudder involuntarily.

She shapes her mouth into a perfect O and blows a ring of smoke your way.
You watch helplessly as it travels towards you.
It hits you directly in the face, and your mind is overwhelmed by the smell of lavender.
Your cock twitches and your vision whites out for a second.

For a moment, you stand there swaying on your feet, and then, with a curious sense of detachment, you notice that you’re falling. Toppling over.

She's suddenly there, supporting you in her arms.
“Careful,” she admonishes.
If you didn't know any better, you'd say there was concern on her face.
But your mind is swimming, fuzzy and hazy, and you’re not thinking clearly at all.
Dimly, you’re aware that you’re falling into her eyes, what little remains of your thoughts scattering and melting away.
Somehow, you manage to have enough presence of mind to look away.
She gently takes hold of your chin, tilting it, and you find yourself looking into her eyes once more.
“Shh, it's okay,” she soothes.
“Just keep looking into my eyes.
I know how much you love them.”
She takes something from your nerveless fingers, and you're too stupefied to consider what it might be, or why it could have ever even mattered to you.
You are hopelessly lost in her eyes.

She takes you by the wrist and pulls you along, commanding you to follow.
You meekly allow yourself to be led, your dazed mind barely understanding what's going on.

She guides you into her bedroom and commands you to strip and lie down on the bed, on your back.
She watches you silently as you obey her commands, waiting until you’re lying down.

“Keep your eyes on me,” she orders, and she starts removing her pants.
You watch her dreamily as she busies herself, marveling at the way her breasts jiggle.
Once she’s done with that, she steps out of her panties, revealing her pussy and making your throbbing cock twitch.
“Look at what you’re doing to me,” she laughs, “they’re completely soaked.”
She pushes her panties in your face, and tells you to breathe deeply.
The smell of her sex drives you wild, and makes your aching cock ache even more.
She laughs, a beautiful, tinkling sound, and tosses her panties to the side.
Then she picks up a match, striking it and lighting an incense stick on the nightstand.
The scent of lavender fills the air again and your mind goes fuzzy once more.
You’re barely aware anymore of what’s going on, only that it isn’t good.

Crawling on her knees and eying you hungrily, she climbs on top of you, pushing you back against the pillows.
She straddles you, and grabs your rigid cock, slipping it inside her wet pussy.
The sensation is utterly divine, and yet some distant part of you feels that it’s *wrong*.
That you shouldn’t be doing this with *her*.

You whimper a name, and she tuts softly.
"You're not supposed to remember that name," she says.
Taking hold of your head with both of her hands, she gently tilts your face towards hers, and your body doesn’t resist her at all.
You realize she’s trying to make you look into her eyes, but you stubbornly force yourself to keep your eyes on her lips.
They pull into a smirk, and you know what’s coming next.
“Look into my eyes,” she says, and you do.
Your mind goes into freefall.

You must have called out that name again, because she tuts again.
"Forget about her," she says. "You have *me* now."
Her command awakens a last, dying of resistance inside of you, and you moan out a weak “No”.
She shushes you.
“Forget about her,” she repeats. “Just give in.”
You try to fight her, but… her eyes!
You can't…
You need to fight, you owe it to… to...
Those *eyes*!
Your thoughts fray and unravel, coming apart entirely.
You can only think about her eyes.
And soon, not even that.
You just know on some deep, instinctual level that what you’re doing is making you feel good.
And that you should keep doing it.
Your mind is blank and empty.
You stop thinking … and start just mindlessly responding to impulses.
Like a puppet on a string.
Your mouth suddenly feels warm and wet and you don't understand.
She starts moving up and down on top of you, and you don't understand.
But it's making you feel good.
So very good.
The pleasure builds and builds and builds, and you don't know why.

Eventually, you become aware of a voice in your head, speaking to you.
Some semblance of awareness returns.

You don’t know where you are or what you have been doing.
You only know there’s a gorgeous, naked woman on top of you.
And that's all that matters.
You make love to her.
Tenderly.
Lovingly.

You gaze into her eyes, letting yourself drown in them.
From time to time they disappear from view, as she arches her back and moans in pleasure.
You don’t particularly mind, you just gaze at the two wonderful breasts bouncing in front of you instead.

The pleasure keeps building and building, and soon you’re right on the edge of cumming.
“Don’t cum,” she moans, as if she feels you are getting close.
“Don’t you dare cum,” she gasps out, in between her frantic moans.
“Not until I do.”
“You cum when I cum.”

You’re well past the point where you would have normally climaxed now, and the pleasure is driving you wild.
You writhe underneath her, frantically bucking up into her.
Trying anything and everything to make her cum.
She moans and gasps as she’s lost in ecstasy.
“Not yet,” she moans.
“Hold out.”
“Just a little longer.”
“Keep going.”
“I’m close!” she cries, and you can feel her tensing up.
“I’m close!”
She repeats it again, sounding more shrill and more frantic every single time.
And then her pussy *clenches* around your shaft, even tighter than ever before, and she shudders on top of you, moaning loudly. 
She orgasms.
And so do you.
You explode inside her.
And the sheer bliss nearly whites out your mind.

Slumping back against the pillows, you sigh happily.
You look up at her smiling face, looking down at you, affectionately, even fondly.
And for a moment, you are happy. Truly happy.

And then… thoughts start trickling into your empty head again.
You start realizing where you are and what is happening to you, but she doesn’t seem to be aware.

“You’re *mine*”, she sighs, with a look of utter contentment.
And you know what's coming next.
You’ve been here before, or at least in a very similar situation.
She's going to make you look into her eyes.
She's going to put you to sleep and start pouring words into your open mind.
And the person that wakes up… will not be you anymore.
Not really.
It will be who she wants you to be. 
You feel numb.
You are completely spent, you don’t have it in you to resist her for even another second.
You don’t know *how* long you managed to hold out in the end, only that it wasn’t long enough.
“Look here,” she says.
Here it comes.
At least you tried. You failed, but you tried.
You see her hand appearing in front of you, her fingers forming a curious gesture, and your eyes lock on.

SNAP

The world feels like it *shifts*
And a fog in your mind you weren't even aware of… lifts. 

Your girlfriend is on top of you, her magnificent breasts covered in shimmering sweat.

"Taddaah," she sing-songs, smiling widely.

The witch *is* your girlfriend!
You’ve been together for *months*!

You’re overwhelmed with emotion, and you start crying.
Crying with relief that none of it was real, that the gorgeous woman on top of you didn’t betray you after all.
And crying with happiness, that someone as amazing as her is actually your girlfriend.

She wraps her arms around your head and holds it against her naked bosom.
“Shhhh,” she says, “it’s okay.”
“You're okay.”
“Take it easy, you’re safe.”
She repeats it over and over again.
Soothing your frazzled mind.
Eventually, with a deep shuddering breath, you settle down.

“I’m okay,” you say.
She frees your head from between her breasts and looks at you with concern.
“Was it too much?” she asks.
You wipe the tears from your eyes and smile at her.
“It’s okay,” you joke, “I just thought the world was at risk of losing out on my winning personality if I failed, and I couldn’t bear the thought.”
You give her your cockiest grin, and she laughs.
“We’ll set the stakes a little less highly the next time we play,” she promises.
“Well, next time’s your turn to pick the scenario, but you get what I mean.
For my next pick, we’ll do something less intense, with lower stakes.
Like the last slice of pie.”
She winks at you.
Unbidden, the image comes to mind.
You, heroically resisting her hypnotic assault as she pulls out all the stops… because you know that if you fail, if she manages to put you under her spell, she will abscond with the last slice of pie.
You laugh.
“Not sure if that much for that much lower stakes”, you quip. “You do make a pretty mean pie.”
She grins, then leans in to kiss you.

“I know you weren’t entirely sold on the scenario, but I *really* enjoyed getting to conquer you all over again.”
“Thank you for indulging me,” she says, her eyes shining.
Heh.
As if you could ever deny those eyes anything.

“You know,” she says, “You were in my thrall from the moment you woke up this morning.”
She grins.
“Well, you *always* are,” she says, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
“But I mean, I was *already* messing with your mind.”
“Getting you to swallow the small lie that it was the morning after we met made it so much easier to feed you the big one of our little roleplay.”
She looks at you for a moment, looking smug.
“It was fun,” she says, giving you a quick peck on the mouth.

Then she climbs off of you and snuggles up beside you, resting her cheek and one possessive hand on your chest.
Her soft skin feels wonderful against yours.
You glance at her angelic face, and seeing her contented smile makes your heart sing.
As if she feels your gaze on you, she opens her eyes and meets yours again.
Your heart leaps in your chest.
Her eyes really are *spectacular*.
She smiles at you and gives you another deep kiss, then lays her head down back on your chest.
You close your eyes, a beatific smile on your face.
You take a deep breath and you smell lavender.
Your mind goes fuzzy, and you sigh blissfully.
You are happy and utterly content.

It feels like you're dreaming.
You zone out, just enjoying the moment.

SNAP

Your eyes fly open, wide with sudden alarm.

No no no, this can't be happening!

Her face comes into sharp focus, hovering over you and grinning mischievously.
She sticks out her tongue, her gorgeous eyes sparkling with mirth.
Immense relief washes over you, and she bends forward and melds her mouth with yours.
After a long, tremendously enjoyable kiss, she breaks it and leans in, her lips brushing against your ear.
"Ready for another round?", she breathes.
And there's only one thing you can say to that.