One Shot Anthology (18+ NSFW)

Owen made his way up the stone pathway, stepping lightly, sure to not make any noise. A hundred feet from the door, he cut off the pathway and snuck around the side of the little hut. He made his way over to the boxes stacked at the side and lithely climbed up. He made his way to the roof access port and silently slipped inside. He looked down and realized the little cabin sat over a massive hole.

His vision swam as he realized he was hundreds of feet up. He grew dizzy and fell, tumbling down. He came to a rest, hanging upside down, his leg bound by a cord wrapped around it. He spun slowly, barely daring to open his eyes.

When he finally did, he saw a witch's workshop - amphora, tubing, a cauldron set up over a fire - and a large brimmed, conical hat hanging by a bookshelf full of books - tomes of ancient spells and potions, everything lit by some vague red-hued light, tainted by occasional violet.

As he spun, he came face-to-upside-down-face with a younger woman - he guessed around eighteen or nineteen. She had shoulder-length black hair, and bright green eyes with a golden ring around the iris. She was dressed in classic black witch's robes, open at the front showing a blue blouse and a skirt that looked black.

She walked up to him and planted a finger softly on his shoulder to stop him from spinning, "And who are you? You just break into a girl's house and make a mess of everything? And you wonder why I want nothing to do with you, stupid humans..."

She leaned over and whispered a spell in his ear.

Owen suddenly felt the rope release his ankle. He crashed to the stone floor, landing in a lump. He felt the blood rushing to his head and the lump beginning to form.

"Ugh... that hurt... You couldn't soften the landing...?"

The witch glared down at him, "Oh, my apologies. Did I not allow you to break into my laboratory the way you'd hoped I would? Should I perhaps have had my valuables sitting outside on a table, waiting to be snatched? Or perhaps I should've tied myself up and begged for mercy, as you had your way with me? Would that have been preferable?"

Owen groaned and slowly pulled himself to his feet, "No, but, it's not like I came here to steal from you or anything... I mean... No one in the village even knew that you lived here. We all just thought it was some old abandoned shack."

The witch rested her elbow on her hand as she tapped her chin in thought, "So... Why'd you break in...?"

Owen sighed, "I entered the shack to see if there was anything cool left from the previous owner..."

"I'm the only owner of this shack. I built it years ago. With magic."

Owen furrowed his brow, "But... you're what, eighteen? Nineteen?"

The witch stared at him in cold silence for what seemed an eternity. When she finally spoke, her voice was that of death, "Did you just ask a lady her age...?"

Owen backed up, hands up, "N-no! I didn't... I mean... I did, but... That's not what I meant... I mean..." He spluttered.

Suddenly the witch broke into laughter, "OH MY GOD! You should see your face, Owen! Fuckin' priceless!"

Owen stood there dumbfounded, "Uhm... What?"

She stepped up to him and planted a finger on his chest, "You're adorable, you know that? And so much fun to play with..."

Her eyes glowed and he felt her probing into his mind. He stepped back from her, "I-I should go..."

She snapped her fingers and he felt pressure on his waist, pulling him back to her. She grinned, but he saw no humor in her eyes.

"Oh, no you don't child. You have a crime to answer for. You don't get to break into my workspace and then decide when you're allowed to leave. You must be invited in before you can choose to leave of your own accord."

"Y-you can't keep me here! That's kidnapping!"

She laughed, "Says the man who thinks a witch's cabin is a playground... Yes, I can. And I have."

He backed up further and fell onto his back. The witch stood above him and placed a foot on his chest, holding him down.

Try as he might, his eyes slipped down and caught sight of the violet lace beneath her skirt, with smooth flesh under it, and a slight cameltoe.

"Eyes up here, kid."

Own tore his eyes from the sight and met her gaze, "Must you do that...? I'm not a kid, child, or whatever else. I'm twenty-four."

She smirked, "And I'm three hundred. What's your point?"

Owen felt a stirring in his pants. He gulped hard, "W-Well... You look like a late teen, early twenties..."

She pressed her shoe a little harder against his sternum, "And you think flattery will get you off...?"

Owen blushed, "N-no! It's not... I mean, no."

She smirked, "Perhaps it will, come to think of it... I'm not one to force an issue as delicate as this... Are you into being a pet? Mine, let's say."

Owen's eyes went wide as he pondered what she could mean. Finally, he spoke, "Please don't turn me into anything else..."

She moved her foot, straddling him. She lowered herself and sat on his chest, "Answer my question, Owen. Are you interested in sex with me?"

Owen hesitated but ultimately nodded, so she continued, "Even if you only control when you show up here, and not what occurs during such times?"

"Y-you're asking if I'd be okay with f-femdom?"

The witch smiled, "You're not as dumb as you look! Well, answer my question."

Owen gulped, "Do I have a choice?"

She nodded, "Of course you do. If you decline, you'll spend a week as a cat as punishment for breaking in here. If you accept, you'll get my cat for the next year."

Owen raised an eyebrow, "I'd rather not fuck a cat..."

She lifted the hem of her skirt slightly, "I didn't mean an actual cat, moron... But if you'd rather, I can be crude."

She cleared her throat and put on a frail, cutesy voice, "You can fuck my tight little pussy. Please?" She switched back to her normal voice, "That better?"

Owen shivered, "I prefer the first way... Please don't do that voice again... It's creepy."

She held out her hand, "Shake my hand and the deal will be sealed. One year of servitude. You will show up whenever you're horny. If I'm in the mood, we'll fuck. Other times I'll just dominate you. You will not jack off. You will not be sexual with other people. Do we have a deal?"

Owen took a deep breath, then shook her hand, "Yes. Deal."

Her eyes lit up and she shot up to her feet, clapping her hands excitedly as she danced away, "Yay! Alright, get undressed."

Owen stood, "N-now?"

She stopped and looked at him, "Yes. We need to finish the contract. And since you're the servant, you need to be naked. Can't very well put the seal on your clothing now, can I?"

Owen sighed and undressed to his boxers. She waved her hand and his hands were pulled above his head by an invisible force. She walked up and pulled his underwear down, allowing his cock to spring free. It was a solid nine inches. Not massive, but decent enough.

She looked it over, holding it left and right, "It's not overly large, but it'll do. It's nice looking. Circumcised, clean..." She licked it quickly, "Definitely tasty. Alright, I can make do with this."

She stepped back and looked over the rest of his body, "You're a little chubby, but that's fine. It just adds to the charm. You've got a cute little ass."

She reached out and squeezed it, causing Owen to gasp. As she walked back around to his front, he met her gaze, "Can I know your name?"

"Evina. You may call me mistress or ma'am."

Owen smiled, "Yes mistress."

Evina returned the smile, "Good boy. I think this could work. Now, this is going to hurt. I apologize in advance."

She walked away and grabbed a dagger. Owen was about to speak when she pierced her own finger. She walked up and smeared the blood on his stomach. He flinched slightly as she hit a ticklish spot. She raised an eyebrow and looked up at him. She finished drawing and walked over to grab a powder. She walked back and blew a small cloud across the smeared blood.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then pain flared. Owen felt searing, white-hot pain shoot through his body as the spell took hold. As it faded, he opened his eyes and saw her recovering as well. She lifted her shirt slightly to show the symbol had burned into her skin. Within moments, it faded and soaked into her skin.

"It linked our souls. It marks you as my servant. Other witches won't mess with you while you've got that mark. Additionally, it allows both of us to know how the other feels. Close your eyes and focus. You should feel my soul connected to your mind."

Owen did as she instructed, "Is it this... Pink and black string...?"

Evina nodded, "Yup. How you perceive it is entirely on you. Some people hear a tone, others see a strand or a ball. My third link said he smelled peanuts. The sight is good though. It means you're more complex."

"What do you see?"

Evina shrugged, "Your soul resonates within me. I'm a witch. I see, hear, smell, and feel your soul. Asking if I see it is like asking if I can see the air."

Owen nodded and opened his eyes, "Alright. What now?"

Evina smirked and leaned in close. She bit his ear and whispered, "Now, I claim my prize."

He shivered as her breath caressed his ear, "Y-yes, Mistress."

She chuckled and backed away. She waved her hand and his hands were released. "Lay," She said, gesturing to the floor.

Owen obeyed, lying down, still nude.

Evina walked up to him and removed her shoe. She trailed her toes along his thighs, bringing her foot up to his cock. She pressed it against his stomach as she stroked it, spreading her toes to either side of it.

"As your reward for making the contract and accepting the pain of the binding without complaint, you may cum. But as that's the bare minimum, you only get my feet today, Owen."

He groaned, "That's fine... It feels amazing, Mistress." After a few moments, he opened his eyes and met hers, "Can I ask a question, Mistress...?"

She nodded silently, "Go ahead."

"How did you know my name? You knew it before you probed my mind earlier."

She smiled, "Simple. It's part of my witch's magic. I can sense these things. When I caught your name, I knew you were outside."

Owen groaned, "A-alright... I'm close, Mistress..."

She stopped stroking, but kept her foot in place, "Cum, Owen."

He closed his eyes and focused on the soft feeling of her thighhigh sock, the warmth of her foot, and the sight of her panties earlier. He erupted with a groan.

Evina watched as his cum spurted and dribbled down his shaft. A second shot with no more power than the first. The third barely left his cock.

Evina sighed, and walked away, "Stand, Owen. We're done for the day."

She made her way over to her workbench and began mixing a few different ingredients. She walked back over to him and handed him a vial of some strange liquid.

"That's a virility potion. Its primary effect is that you cum more and more powerfully. Secondly, it makes you more likely to impregnate. Don't worry, I'm sterile. A side effect of immortality. We cannot reproduce. But don't fuck anyone else. With this in you, they're guaranteed to get pregnant. Take one small sip a day. Come back in three days to see if it's having any effect. Do NOT, under ANY circumstances, drink more. Trust me, that's a bad idea. The guy who invented this potion tried that and his prostate exploded. Not pretty."

Owen took the potion and looked at it.

"What was his name?"

Evina thought for a moment, "John. The Alchemist."

Owen recalled an alchemist from his days in school. He had died under mysterious circumstances. 'Well, that definitely qualifies, I guess..."

Evina smirked, "Oh, and, before you ask, no, the effects are not permanent. They're cumulative and last a week once you stop taking the potion. Follow the instructions and you'll be fine."

Owen turned to leave, but stopped and looked back at her, "How much would you consider a small sip?"

Evina sighed, "When you try a new wine, the first sip you take to see if you like it? About half that."

Owen just cocked an eyebrow at her. She sighed even heavier and walked back to her bench. She grabbed a small cup, about twice the size of a thimble. She walked over and handed it to him, "Fill that. Drink. Each morning. Come back on Tuesday and we'll see if it's having the desired effect."

Owen nodded his thanks and walked up the stairs to the door. On his way, he glanced out a window and realized he was still at ground level. He looked up and saw the door another fifty feet above him. He looked down at her, "Uhm..."

Evina rolled her eyes, "Hello, witch here. Spacial magic is child's play."

Owen smiled, "Of course. Thanks, Mistress."

Evina watched as he disappeared through the door. She smiled and walked up to the mirror she kept in her workspace. She stared at the reflection, "I hope you're right about him, Evina. That boy could be your downfall or our savior..."

***

Three days later, Owen showed up again. He was dressed in a white shirt, dark brown pants, and his typical combat boots.

He walked through the door, "Uhm, Mistress? Are you home?"

Evina popped her head out from behind the wall, "Come back, Owen. Let's test that potion."

Owen made his way down the stairs and looked her over. She was wearing the same clothing as before. She seemed to be reading his thoughts, "They're clean. This is my favorite outfit. I own like five versions of it. This skirt is black and the shirt is a slightly lighter blue, see?" She pulled her robes open slightly to show him.

Owen gulped, "Yeah... I was just thinking how much I like it. It's very... You."

She smirked and stepped over to him, "So, have you been a good boy? Only a little each day?"

Owen nodded, "Yes Mistress. I've only taken a small sip."

She smiled and patted him on the head, "Good. Alright, let's see. Strip down and lay on your back."

Owen hesitated, "Are we...?"

Evina stared into his eyes. He quickly did as instructed. She slipped off her shoes and walked towards him. She snapped and a broom flew over from the wall. She sat on it lightly as she trailed her foot over his cheek. Instantly, his cock responded, rapidly hardening.

Evina took note of it, "You like my feet? Or is it my thighhighs?"

Owen gulped, "It's a bit of both, but mostly the thighhighs, Mistress."

She chuckled, "Of course. Men always love the thighhighs. But you're kind of a freak for liking my feet... Not that I can blame you. They're tiny and cute. And oh so soft and smooth. I bet you wish you could feel them..."

Owen whimpered, "Yes Mistress. Please..."

Evina chuckled, "Maybe someday if you're lucky. I've got two pairs of thighhighs you'd love... one has a stir-up style, so my heel and toes are open. The others leave the whole foot open... Only a lucky few get to see these beautiful feet and live to tell about it..."

Owen whimpered, "Please, Mistress..."

Evina looked at his cock, "You're already fully erect. This will be fun. Now, the last time you were here, I told you not to cum at all. Have you been a good boy, or did you cum against my instructions?"

Owen groaned as her feet caressed and massaged his cock. The toes of her other foot worked their way down to his balls, softly stroking his sack and playfully jiggling the jewels inside.

"N-no Mistress... I didn't cum at all..."

"Good boy, Owen. You've earned a special reward for that. I expect you to hold off cumming until I give you the command. And when I do, you will cum immediately. Understood?"

Owen gulped, "Yes, Mistress... Thank you, Mistress..."

Evina smiled and started loosening her shirt, slowly releasing the buttons. She pulled the front open and allowed the silky material to flow free. She had a black bra on underneath, that contrasted the pale white of her chest. Owen's mouth watered at the sight of her creamy, perfect flesh. Her cleavage was perfect. She had a petite frame, and Owen guessed her breasts were a high A- to a low B-cup in size. They were large enough for him to want to squeeze and play with them, but small enough for her to get away with not wearing a bra if she chose.

Evina smirked, "Like what you see, pervert?"

Owen gasped, "Y-yes Mistress... You are perfection incarnate."

Evina smiled, "You're not getting more than my bra today."

Owen whined as he felt his orgasm nearing, "Please Mistress... I need to cum..."

Evina smirked, "If you can hold off with my teasing, I'll give you another reward."

Owen whimpered and fought the urge. He felt his body tense as she leaned down, pressing her breasts together, enhancing the cleavage he could see. His hips thrust up as he groaned.

"M-Mistress... P-please... I can't... Please..."

She stopped moving her feet and stared at him, "Hold on... Just a bit longer, Owen."

His eyes rolled back as he strained. His body tensed, but by some miracle, he held off.

Finally, Evina waved her hand and Owen felt a force lift his head. She spread her legs and moved her skirt, allowing him a view of her black panties and the camel toe within.

She angled his cock and stroked it once final time, "CUM! NOW!"

Owen's vision flashed white and his entire body convulsed as he groaned. His cock erupted, spewing cum into the air. His cock bounced with each shot, spraying her legs, her skirt, and her chest. The fourth shot found his chest, followed by the fifth to his belly.

Evina smirked, "Very impressive, Owen. I see the potion worked."

Owen smiled, "Indeed it did, Mistress."

Evina snapped her fingers and his head was returned to the floor, "Now, clean yourself up. You've got cum everywhere. I'll go grab a rag and meet you back here."

Owen smiled and stood. As he turned, he heard her gasp. He turned and saw her staring at his back.

"What's wrong, Mistress?"

She walked around him. She reached out and touched his back, "This is a nasty scar. What happened?"

He smiled shyly, "I got in a fight in school. A bully called me chubby. A friend tried to stand up for me. He started bullying her. I tried to protect her and he pulled a knife..."

Evina frowned, "It never healed properly. That's common with wounds. You wouldn't believe how many scars I'd have if I hadn't learned that."

She walked away while he started cleaning up. As he finished cleaning up his cum from the floor and his body, He felt a cooling sensation on his back.

He tried to turn, but Evina held him in place, "Don't move."

"What're you doing?"

Evina smirked, "You'll see."

Owen felt something cold and wet against his back and then felt a searing pain. He gritted his teeth as the pain slowly faded. When it was gone, he felt the cold again. After a minute or so, Evina stopped and moved away.

"Go to the mirror and see how it looks."

Owen made his way over and checked his back in the mirror. There was no trace of the old scar. He looked at her speechless.

She offered a sly smirk, "Hello, witch here. Removing an old scar? Easy. Witching 101, really."

Owen smiled as he felt tears pricking at his eyes. Evina dropped her smile and stepped up to him, "Woah, I wouldn't have if I had known it meant that much to you..."

He shook his head and dried his eyes, then met her gaze, "Mistress... You're the only one that's been nice to me in the last few years. That friend I mentioned? She passed away our senior year. Since then, everyone has either avoided me or bullied me..."

Evina caressed his cheek, before pulling him into a hug, resting her head on his chest, "It's alright now, Owen. You're my pet, but a good owner should always take care of their pets. I'll protect you while we have our arrangement. I promise."

She backed away and held out her hand, "I have an offer for you."

He shook her hand, "What would that be, Mistress?"

She smiled, "Because you were a good sport with the scar removal, I'll let you pick what I wear when we fuck, alright? Under one condition. You have to smile. I hate seeing you frown, Owen."

He smiled at her and nodded, "I think I can do that, Mistress."

She lifted herself by magic and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, "Call me Evina when we're not playing."

He nodded, "Alright, Evina."

She gestured to his clothes. He walked away and got dressed.

"Now, Owen. Same deal as before. No sex, no jerking off, no cumming. Return in one week, Okay?"