He looked over at me in disbelief."What the hell are you getting at??" he said, as if a warning."I'm taking about that slut secretary you're fucking."...he told him as I stood up. "I know her perfume, I used to work with her everyday! I smell her on you..." I never got any further than that. He slapped me across the face hard. So hard that I reared back and stumbled. I felt the sting and touched the spot on my face where he struck me. I stood there for a moment, frozen out of shock. My eyes. " She stated firmly, hiding the sudden unease she felt as the steel of her weapons began to glow. Within seconds the metal began to flow. Globules of molten steel fell only to make the water hiss and boil."I can always refine the steel." The witch explained as the last of the metal splashed. "If you are very good, I shall gift you with new blades that will put your crude weapons to shame!" She returned to her workbench and tapped her fingers on a platter of many small squares below the glowing. I can taste the precum, as i stop, i slowly take off my panties, sitting on top of you, looking down at you, Asking you, exactly what you want me to do next.. (as if it matters, your in my control..ur tied up..not a damn thing u can do, but would be nice to see what ur expecting)i slowly crawl up your body, kissing you, biting on yor nipples again, as i get up, i put my pussy in your face, just enough to where you can smell my juices, making you totally want me... I turn around, to where i can. I knew by my early twenties that sex with women wasonly enjoyable for me if there was emotional involvement too. Even then,during the act, my mind would often wander to images of a sexy travesti.As someone recently observed so pithily, everything in life is about sex,but sex is always about something else.I had never explored these other desires, partly as I saw it as a fantasyworld without any basis in reality, and partly because of my need to fitin, be "normal" and not risk any of my.