I looked up at him as he heated up some butter before pouring the contents of the bowl in the pan. I decided against threatening him because I didn’t really see myself being able to convince him that I was serious. I was panicking, but I wasn’t fighting desperately to survive. Besides… I had this creeping feeling that his comfort level meant that I might not even be able to harm him.

 

Why else would he turn his back on me like he did?

 

His casual attitude reminded me of earlier when he just started to dress and let me find out for myself that I couldn’t run away.

 

I looked back at my hand.

 

I had to DECIDE to obey his command. So weird… I thought for sure that my actions would at least stop the command since I DID touch my nose. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. 

 

Consequences…

 

What did he mean? What would happen if I NEVER obeyed his command? Fuck… Would I hear the stupid phrase for the rest of my life? God… I’d go mad!

 

So… If there were consequences and they did get worse as I resisted, maybe I should get this over with now and see what happens. I’ve been resisting his command for a while so… Maybe I’ll get a good clue as to what those consequences might be.

 

I took a deep breath and lifted my finger.

 

 

I brought my index finger to the tip of my nose and pressed. My eyes widened as a rush of heat suddenly flooded my body and made my knees feel weak.

 

“OH GOD!” I said as I leaned forward to grab the counter.

 

The heat quickly climbed and transformed itself into a rush of erotic pleasure as it pooled between my legs. My clit started to throb as I felt my pussy clench onto nothing as I moaned. The feeling continued to climb, making me feel like I was being fucked or pleasured right there in the kitchen! I fought off the sudden urge to help myself along with my hand as my clit continued to physically throb in time with my pounding heart.

 

But it didn’t stop there…

 

The pleasure climbed and bloomed out from my pussy as they both DEMANDED attention. I couldn’t! I couldn’t touch myself in the kitchen like this! I had to resist!

 

But I failed… 

 

My hand shot down and pressed hard on my clit through the fabric of my dress as my body twisted and arched. I couldn’t control myself as I shifted the pressure around my hard hood and moaned louder while the pleasure rushed up my veins and crashed into my head, which snapped back as a wonderful tingling spread through the insides of my skull. The sensation was so overwhelming that my thoughts started to haze over as the delicious pins and needles I felt in my brain made my skin erupt with goose bumps.

 

And then I came…

 

Nothing earth shattering, but there was no doubt about it. It was an orgasm.

 

It came out of nowhere and completely overwhelmed me for a long moment before the haze of pleasure finally subsided. I was left with a deliciously euphoric feeling as something warm infused my whole body like a blanket. A warm comfy blanket…

 

God it felt nice…

 

I realized I had closed my eyes and looked down at my hand, still pressing on my clit through my dress. Fuck… That came out of nowhere… I removed my hand and looked up at my husband. He was still watching the pan as the omelette he was making us simmered deliciously, filling the kitchen with a smell that made my stomach growl.

 

Wait a minute… Did I just…

 

I shook my head and looked at him again as I straightened myself up.

 

“Sounds like you decided to touch your nose after all.” He said as he lifted the pan from the stove and turned towards me. “Tell me Honey, did that feel nice?”

 

I blinked as my mind looked at the man that had tattooed his spell onto my back without my knowledge or consent. He skillfully slid the omelette into a plate on the counter as I tried to understand what I was feeling. 

 

Tried to make sense of what I KNEW…

 

I knew this man wasn’t my husband. Not last night at least… But as I admired his strong hands and meticulous manner while he prepped a second plate, I couldn’t seem to bring myself to view him as just a one night stand.

 

I just… Couldn’t.

 

He was so much more than a one night stand… He felt more… Important… Like he meant more to me somehow. Husband? I had seen him as my husband just now… No doubt about it. Was it the after effects of my orgasm?

 

I felt so good and warm as the pleasure subsided that… Yes… That must be it! My mind just went with the fantasy that this handsome man WAS my husband. But no… We never got married so he couldn’t be my husband. Could he?

 

But then again… We DID share the same last name.

 

Wait… No… That’s not right… My last name… Oh right… hhahahah How could I forget! My maiden name was Alessi before… Huh… Today? I looked down at my hand. I tried to picture myself filling out a form where I needed to write down my name and suddenly realized that the first name that popped in my head wasn’t Taylor Alessi. It was Taylor Menditto.

And for some reason… That didn’t freak me out in the slightest because my name WAS Taylor Menditto.

 

“At a loss for words I see…” he said as he placed the beautifully prepared breakfast plate in front of me. “I’ve never experienced the spell first hand of course, but I assume from your moans that it didn’t feel awful to obey my command. Correct?” he said as he placed a knife and a fork next to my plate. “Now please my dear… Eat while it’s hot. I promise you’ll feel better with a full stomach.”

 

I was completely blown away. Shocked… I had just cum. I couldn’t deny it. Obeying his command and touching my nose had made me CUM! I looked up at him as he sat down across from me and started to dig into his own plate.

 

My anger and panic from moments before felt alien to me. I still thought he had been presumptuous and wrong to have cast this spell on me without asking me first, but as I looked at him, I couldn’t deny the warmth I felt. I was so confused…

 

But at least, I wasn’t scared. Not anymore…

 

Which admittedly felt pretty nice. I looked at my plate and felt my stomach grumble again as the scent of the folded omelette filled my lungs. Might as well eat… I picked up the fork and worked a piece of omelette free before placing it in my mouth. 

 

The taste invaded my taste buds and I almost moaned when I discovered how perfect the texture of it was. I took another bite and savored the feel and taste of the spices he had added. God… This was probably the best omelette I’ve had in a long time!

 

“This is really good…” I said as I forked in another bite.

 

“I’m glad you like it. I love to cook, especially when I have company.” He said as he got up. “Would you like anything to drink with that? Coffee? Juice? Tea? An espresso maybe?”

 

I finished my bite and smiled.

 

“Juice is fine… Huh…” I said. “Thank you…” I added.

 

“My pleasure.” He said as he got the OJ from the fridge.

 

I watched him pour us both a glass before he came back to sit down. I took a few more bites as I let my experience sink in. I felt pleasure when I gave into his command… Pretty intense pleasure at that. Interesting…

 

“To answer your question…” I finally said. “Yes. Obeying your command DID feel nice… Which makes me think that you are going to use that to help convince me that doing what I’m told feels good. Right?”

 

He finished his mouthful and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

 

“You aren’t wrong of course. The spell is designed to help you fit into my views of a perfect wife. I won’t be a hypocrite and try to convince you that my views don’t include some docility on your part. Like I said before, I’m a little old fashioned and I do believe that the man of the house should make the important decisions. I also believe that his wife should trust and respect those decisions…”

 

I looked at him as he took a long sip of his juice. What he said made sense, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. After all, this spell was designed to be a lot more intense than plain old respect. If I was honest, I didn’t start my career because I didn’t feel driven, quite the opposite in fact.  Being his perfect docile wife didn’t really go hand in hand with my life plan.

 

“This being said…” he continued as he placed the glass on the counter. “This view doesn’t go so far as to make you mindlessly obedient… Although the spell won’t make you into some mindless wife, it will help you accept my views about us.”

 

So he didn’t want me as a mindless bimbo trophy wife. That was good to know…

 

“So…” I said as I played with my fork. “This spell is supposed to help me… You didn’t say how exactly… I mean… I understand feeling good when I obey your commands… Those you apparently choose to give anyway… But… You told me about consequences and feeling pleasure doesn’t sound like a consequence. It feels more like a reward.”

 

He looked up at me and smiled. 

 

“Didn’t you feel it?” he asked.

 

“Oh I felt it…” I said with a blush. “I mean… I felt something…”

 

“You came.” He said. “Correct?”

 

“I… huh…” I said, suddenly shy. “I may… Yes… I did…”

 

It felt so strange to admit that I had just cum in his kitchen, but then again, we had fucked almost everywhere else last night so… 

 

“Of course you did.” He said. “And as you felt the pleasure grow and grow… Didn’t you feel… Something… Pleasure and tingle inside that beautiful head of yours?”

 

I blinked as I looked up into his smiling eyes. He was right… I did feel something…

 

“I guess…” I said. “Yes, there was definitely a tingle of… Something… Was that it? Was that the consequence?”

 

“Yes.” He said as he held my gaze. “Every time you feel that tingle, it means that the spell is hitching a ride on your pleasure and infiltrating your brain. Your thoughts… Your memories… Every time you resist a command, the magic will weave itself into your mind and change things. The more you resist, the more it will change.”

 

“Woah…” I said as mild panic flared up deep inside me.

 

“But don’t worry my dear…” he said. “The more you resist, the more intense the pleasure you’ll feel. They’ll go hand in hand.”

 

My heart raced a little as I started to piece together what this meant. Obey him quickly and feel mild pleasure, but I keep my head the way it is. Only, this means that I’m basically accepting his rule over me by obeying his commands and letting the pleasure condition me to like it more and more.

 

If I resist his command, I’ll eventually go nuts from having that command constantly repeated in my mind before I finally give in and obey just to shut it up. Only to feel enormous amounts of pleasure as a reward while the magic re-aligns my thoughts and plays around in my memories so I come to accept his views on how our marriage should be.

 

Oh god…

 

Marriage? We aren’t married! But… Oh god… I feel like we are!

 

“This is…” I started to say, but words failed me.

 

If this was real, then there was no hope!

 

“Strange and intense… I know…” he said as he picked up his plate and went to the sink. “Especially for someone that doesn’t understand or know about magic.”

 

I watched him rinse out his plate and glass before placing them in the sink. He then came back and stood right next to me.

 

“Are you done with your breakfast?” he asked and held his hand towards my plate.

 

I looked up at him as I tried to wrap my brain around the magical trap I found myself in. I already saw him as my husband… God… I looked back down to my half eaten omelette. 

 

“Not yet… If that’s ok…” I said looking back at him.

 

“Of course Honey…” he said tenderly as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “I can understand that this is all very overwhelming for you. Take your time and eat your fill. I’ll be in the solarium around back. The sun is always wonderful there as it climbs towards noon.”

 

His tenderness made me feel a spike of the emotions I had felt the night before. His closeness felt so good… And his kiss? I didn’t know how to explain it, but it felt… Right… 

 

Even if all this was incredibly weird, I had to admit that he had been right this morning, we DID connect in a special way. He moved away and walked towards the back of the kitchen, but stopped at the door leading to the hallway.

 

“Oh and before I forget…” he said. “We share chores in my house. So when I cook, you do the dishes and when you cook, I’ll do the same. No discussion. Understood?”

 

I swallowed. His manner wasn’t as gentle now. I could clearly see the authority and confidence he had displayed the night before. 

 

“That sounds fair…” was all I managed to say.

 

“Good. And I also expect the kitchen to be clean and ready before lunch. I’ve always kept a clean and proper house so you will do the same. So no procrastinating. Understood?”

 

“Ok…” I said again.

 

He nodded and smiled before moving into the hallway. I looked at the empty door as if it held answers to the questions cascading through my brain. 

 

What did this all mean?

 

How did I feel about it now that I had obeyed a command and my mind was magically altered? Was it just that I saw him as my husband?  Or was there something else the magic did while I enjoyed the unexpected release? What WAS his view of a perfect married couple?

 

‘Some docility’ he said… 

 

Just how docile was he expecting me to be?

 

How was I going to react next time he commanded me?

 

I finished my omelette, rediscovering how good it was as I drained the juice he had brought me.

 

He certainly didn’t feel like the tyrannical type. He had made us breakfast when he could have commanded me to do it. After what he told me about the spell, making breakfast didn’t seem like it was worth risking losing more of my mind and I would have obeyed without resisting.

 

In fact, except for the spell, he had been nothing but loving so far. Ha! He even acted as if I was his wife… I guess to him I am. As for me… I was still very much on the fence about whether or not he was my husband. It felt like he was… But… It also felt strange…

 

I got up and went to the sink to start the dishes. It didn’t take me too long to get everything washed and dried, but it took me a long while to put everything away since I had no clue where anything was! It gave me a chance to explore the kitchen and I had to admit that it was very well equipped. I wasn’t an extraordinary cook, but I dabbled with a few recipes and caught myself picturing myself doing them in his kitchen.

 

The thought initially made me smile because it felt so natural, but then I frowned because I realized how easy it was to picture myself in his home. Was that something else the spell did? Or was that just me coming to grips with what is happening? 

 

I debated briefly about what to do once the kitchen was cleaned, but I soon realized that I still had too many questions. One of which was that I was wondering if he had anything else I could wear!

 

So I went into the hallway and explored his home until I found the solarium. My jaw dropped as I entered the brightly lit room. The 3 walls and ceiling were completely made of glass! There were plants everywhere, but what caught my eye was all the easels I saw scattered around. I took a step inside as I took in all the canvases around the room. 

 

There were brushes… Paint mixing boards and jars...

 

It was a painting studio!

 

I walked slowly as I looked at a few unfinished canvases and realized immediately that a few were of landscapes, but most were about the human body. More precisely… The female body…

 

I walked past a rather large canvas and almost yelped in surprise as I saw him sitting topless on a stool. He was leaning in close to one of the canvases as he got busy using a small brush and some red paint. He was so engrossed by his work that he didn’t seem to have noticed me.

 

Which gave me a chance to take in his muscular back. I felt my heart suddenly race as a wave of arousal shot through me out of nowhere. Woah… Where did that one come from? I hadn’t felt aroused when I saw him this morning, not like this…

 

Was that another side effect of the spell?

 

God… If I felt mild arousal every time I saw him half naked… I was going to be in trouble!

 

“Like what you see?” he asked without turning away from his work.

 

“I… Huh…” I said looking around his studio. “I do yes… You are pretty talented…” 

 

“Thank you.” He said as he straightened his back and turned to look at me. “The dishes are done I presume?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Good!” he said with a smile. 

 

Then he looked at me from head to toe and frowned.

 

“Right… Almost forgot about that…” he said as he got up. 

 

I watched him approach me and I felt my heart start to race again and I saw his ripped abdomen. He came right up to me and looked me over.

 

“This won’t do… My wife shouldn’t be made to wear her dirty club clothes. I apologize for not thinking ahead. For now… Let me help you with that…”

 

“What are…” I started to say, but he lifted his finger and placed it on my lips, making my tummy tingle with another spike of arousal.

 

He smiled and brought his hands in front of him. He placed the tips of his right index and thumb to the tip of his left index and thumb in a sort of triangle. He closed his eyes and murmured something I didn’t understand before he smiled.

 

I was about to ask him what he was doing when a rush of… Something… Went over my skin like a gust of wind. Only… There was no wind! I looked down just in time to see my dress start to morph and change as it rearranged itself on my skin! I freaked out and stepped back as suddenly, I wasn’t wearing my party dress, but tight fitting yoga pants that matched the grey sports top that replaced the top of my dress!

 

The new outfit exposed my toned stomach perfectly as I looked on in shock.

 

“What the fuck?” I asked as I looked up at him. “You can DO that?”

 

“That and much more… I DID tell you I can do magic right?” he said with a confident smile. “Now tell me if that is uncomfortable for you. The goal was to make you wear something comfortable.”

 

“I…” I said as I looked back at my new outfit. “It does… yes…”

 

“Good.” He said as he stepped close and took my chin in his fingers, making me look up.

 

Sending my heart racing yet again.

 

“The proper thing to do when your husband does something nice for you is to thank him.” He said as his eyes lost a few sparks of joy.

 

“Thank you…” I said.

 

“Good.” He said with a smile.

 

He released my chin and moved back towards the canvas he was working on.

 

“From now on, I expect my wife to always be presentable and well groomed in my home. You are encouraged to dress as casual as you wish of course, but keep in mind that I much rather see my wife in appealing clothes than baggy hand me downs. In time, we’ll be able to go shopping and get you anything you wish, but for now…” he said as he sat on his stool.

He turned to face me and did his triangle symbol again. He closed his eyes and started to mumble in that strange dialect he used earlier. Oh god…

 

Was he about to put another spell on me? He was! I just heard my name!

 

Felt a rush of… Something… Explode from him and he smiled before the tension in his pose drained out and he looked to the ground. I blinked as I saw how exhausted he looked. Concern welled up inside me and I rushed to him.

 

“Are you ok?” I asked as I grabbed his strong shoulders.

 

“Yes…” he said as he closed his eyes. “Just a little dizzy…”

 

He took a deep breath and smiled. 

 

“I’m fine… I just didn’t realize I was about to teleport so many clothes…”

 

“What?” I asked. “What clothes?”

 

“YOUR clothes…” he said as he regained his composure. “I can’t have my wife wear just anything, so until we can go get you a set of proper clothes, you’ll be able to pick something nice from your own wardrobe.”

 

I blinked again as the reality of what he said sank in.

 

“You…” I said as I moved in front of him. “You TELEPORTED my clothes?”

 

He just nodded, but then his eyes grew a little cold and I understood.

 

“THANKS!” I quickly said.

 

“Good…” he said as he took another steadying breath.

 

We looked at each other and I was suddenly hit by how amazing this man truly was. A thousand questions swam through my brain as the sparkle slowly returned to his eyes. His gaze drifted down my body and I felt a warm thrill caress my skin as I pictured the thoughts that must be going through his mind.

 

The thrill of his obvious lust sent my mind down erotic paths I wasn’t ready for. Did the spell do this too? Or was I just coming to terms with the fact that a wizard had just basically decided to claim me to be his wife?

 

Which reminded me that I still didn’t know why he had tattooed his spell on me.

 

It also reminded me that I still had no idea what he was planning for us. He had just, apparently, teleported all my clothes from my home, which I assumed meant that he expected me to live with him. As his wife… I guess it was only normal…

 

The thought didn’t bother me THAT much, which I knew was a little odd, but I blamed that on the spell.

 

Magic… Who would have thought? I couldn't deny it any longer. Magic was real… I had just seen him morph my dress! I’d be a fool to try and deny it after all I felt and saw. Magic was real…

 

Which made me wonder what else he could do…