James froze in fear as Elspeth waggled her fingers in his direction, waiting nervously to find out exactly what kind of spell the angry witch was placing on him now. It wasn't immediately apparent - to his relief he hadn't changed, physically at least. Had the spell not worked? The smug look on the old woman's face told him otherwise.
"Right, James. Slap yourself in the face!" Elspeth commanded suddenly and surprisingly. Without understanding why, he immediately did as he was asked. The witch cackled in amusement as the nature of her curse became grimly apparent.
"Do it again, harder!" She instructed, and James duly obliged.
"Ouch!" The naked young man complained. Quite apart from the stinging sensation on his cheek there was a stranger, more disturbing feeling dominating his mind. Why had he done that? It wasn't like someone else was controlling his arm, but an alien, overpowering force in his head had given him no choice. Was this some kind of super effective form of hypnosis?
"Go and pick up the soap" Elspeth nodded towards a large, pink bar of half used washing material by her sink. Walking over in that direction, James again did as he was told. He guessed correctly what was coming next.
"Take a bite" Elspeth smiled wickedly "a nice big one!"
James grimaced as, without hesitation, he put the foul tasting object into his mouth and bit into it.
"Now chew it and swallow"
As James chowed down on the frothing, disgustingly bitter detergent he was in no doubt that he currently had no choice but to do whatever the mean, perverted old witch wanted him ti. His was completely her slave.
"I'm sorry to have to resort to an obedience spell" Elspeth sighed once James had swallowed the last remnants of the soap bar "but it seems until you are properly house trained I have no choice."
James hung his head in defeat.
"Now, it's time for your punishment" Elspeth announce next. Wait, what? That wasn't the punishment?