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What I would do for Her

A short story about a Witch and her apprentice, who would do anything for her Mistress.

It was just like any other day when it happened.

After I finished my usual chores my mistress invited me for tea, by now I was used to her kindness, as this was one of her ways to express it.

“You know, dear” she said as we enjoyed our tea. “Our garden has been feeling rather empty as of late, don't you think? Perhaps it was time we included a statue or two. You will help me out, right, dear?”

“Yes, Mistress, anything for you.”

At first I didn’t really think much of it, sure my Mistress does say she is a witch but at most she would have me collect herbs for her potions, we make a living by selling medicine. So I figured she only meant for me to help transport the statues.

After we finished the teapot, I offered to wash everything for her before she explained in more detail what my task would be, and she told me once done to meet her at the study.

Once at the study I couldn’t help but notice a new stone pedestal with a blank bronze plaquette. There was no statue nearby or adorning the pedestal, just what did my Mistress have in mind? But before I could ask she instructed me to take a chair and sit down in front of her.

“Now, dear, I am sure you have many questions, but don’t worry, for all of them will soon be answered.” saying this she pulled a small crystal pendant, holding it in front of me she began to slowly swing the crystal.

“Don’t worry, dear, it’s okay to relax now.”

“Breathe slowly…” “Just keep looking at the crystal.”

“Breathe in…” “You don’t have to think about anything anymore.”

“Breathe out…”

“Let me do the thinking for you.”

Her words echoed inside my head, each of her commands made my mind feel… Slower… With each of her words it began hard to even… Think at all… All I could see… Was the little crystal swinging in front of my eyes… And her lips moving… Relaxing… All I could hear was her voice…. Her words… Her Commands… She tells me to breathe slowly, I do so. She tells me to empty my mind, I do so. She tells me to close my eyes, I do so.

“You don’t have to move anymore…”

“Let Mistress pose you, take care of you…”

“You might feel your muscles stiffening… But that is okay, when I move you, you move so, but by yourself you can’t anymore.”

I could barely tell what was going on anymore, all of her words swirled inside my mind. All I could tell was that my Mistress was touching me, moving me, posing me. I felt her touch on my body, on my shoulders, arms and legs. I felt her touch me with just one hand, and with both hands, and I felt her hands going through my body. My Mistress’ touch rapidly consumed all of my feelings, that is all I could feel, I couldn’t hear anything or see anything anymore, everything was mushed together aside of any and every time she touched me. I don’t know how long it stayed like so, but when I least expected it I heard the snapping of her fingers.

That sound woke me up, but what I saw in front of me was not my Mistress. At first a blurred image, I struggled to make out what I was seeing, the image slowly formed to be a mirror, and in its reflection… I found myself. I was on top of the stone pedestal I saw early, and I was stuck in a pose, try as much as I wanted, I couldn’t move myself, not even a single finger, with my right leg lifted high and my arms on top of my head like a ballerina. Not only that, but I was stripped of all my clothes. The entirety of my body was exposed right before me and all I could do was keep looking, my eyes rolling over my own body. My arms, legs, thighs, belly, fingers, toes, breasts, vulva… Every single part of my body was exposed. And with each of my own gaze, I felt my body burn with multiple feelings. Each part of me that I saw burnt with desire, and each part of me I wasn’t looking at craved the same attention. Overwhelmed by those burning feelings, my lips betrayed me, uttering a groan of pleasure. I couldn’t close my eyes, I didn’t want to, and each time I saw myself unable to move, I groaned again. And again. And again. And again.

I don’t know for how long I stayed like this, but suddenly I heard my Mistress speak to me.

“I was right to pick you for this task, dear, you really will make the perfect statue.”

“...Mistress… Anything… you…” I spoke back, uttering what words I could.

Without saying anything else, my Mistress put the mirror away, for a split second I gasped as I knew that might have been the last time I would see myself again. She then moved me outside the study… Outside our workshop, even, to the garden outside. On the way I noticed a few familiar faces.. My Mistress had her friends visit, and as soon they noticed us they came near us. I was placed near one of the flower beds while my Mistress’ friends gathered, there were three of them, and they all knew me… They kept looking… Staring… And they would talk and giggle between them, were they talking about me? Were they… Admiring me…? The same burning feelings from before quickly built inside me again, as I could do nothing but endure my Mistress’ friends’ gaze upon my fully revealed self. Each time they looked at me I imagined where they would be looking at. Was it at my arms? Perhaps at my legs? Or was it at my breasts and sex? Or perhaps my hair? Or maybe even my belly? But with each passing thought my body burnt inside. With each gaze, the desire for more.

“M-mist-ress…” I uttered weakly. That was when she appeared in front of me with a sly smile on her face. Her friends all sat down at a bench nearby, ready to watch what show my Mistress had in store next. I was still half dizzy when I barely noticed my Mistress lifting her hand towards me and closing her eyes. She whispered words I couldn’t recognize, but nothing really happened at first. I waited for a moment, had even forgotten about my Mistress’ friends when I suddenly felt something weird on my feet… I already couldn’t move any part of my body, but this felt different. I could feel my body stiffening… The feeling of my feet turning cold… Just what was happening to me? But at the same time my body turned cold and rigid, I felt it burn once again. The feeling swelling inside of me as my body slowly turned rigid for real. Not able to help myself I let out a weak groan as the continuous burning forced me into my climax. By now my body was solid and soon my neck and face would be too, I thought to myself “is this how I would meet my end? Completely exposed not only in body but also in mind?” Then finally it happened, my face and head turned solid like stone, but to my surprise I did not die, in fact I didn’t even seem to need to breathe anymore.

My mistress pulled that mirror out again, and I was able to see myself once again. As I imagined, I really turned to stone… I was her statue! But now I couldn’t speak or groan, I was left to myself to endure how much my body constantly burnt, it was as if even my feelings were locked in a constant feeling of climax. Putting the mirror away she would reassure me I did a good job for her, and that I made her proud. She was proud to have one of her students be a beautiful statue, but to me the only word I could think of to describe myself was erotic. My mistress then went to join her friends, they sat by and chatted for a while. I couldn’t see them very well so I enjoyed the scenario for the time being… For as much as I could as my mind was constantly flooded by the idea that they were admiring me, checking me out from every possible angle…

“Look at me…” I thought to myself.

“Please… Look at me…”

“... Admire me…”

“... Treasure… Me…”

“... Please…”

“...”

Eventually night came, and I was still there. I really had become my Mistress’ statue. One she was proud of. While the fire still blazed inside my mind I was able now to distract myself with the surroundings, as I haven’t seen my Mistress and her friends since I was turned to stone. From what I could see the night sky was starry tonight, there were a few fireflies flying around and I could barely see the flower bed near me, especially because of how dark it was now. Slowly I felt my mind starting to slip, not as in sleeping but as in the stillness of having nobody to look at me. There was no reason to think at all if there was nobody there.

“...”

My consciousness returned when I noticed my Mistress in front of me. It was right into the day already and she was wearing light clothes to fit this sunny day.

“You did great yesterday, dear, let me give you a little treat.” She said as she pointed the garden hose to me, spraying me softly with warm water. I was surprised at first as I felt the water slowly wet my body, I thought I would have lost all feelings to my body as I wasn't feeling the wind anymore. As surprising as it was, it was a welcoming one, the warm water running down my body felt refreshing, invigorating, even. For a moment it quelled the constant fire blazing deep in the back of my mind, although it did light something else inside of me. The water made me remember just how much I loved my body, every single part of it. I could feel the water running over my now rigid breasts and my smooth tummy, each getting equal attention from the water’s warm embrace. The water felt like a gentle caressing, stroking my body along the way. For a moment I could feel my Mistress with me, as if it was her actual touch, not just the water. I could feel the water between my legs too, touching me in ways it wasn’t supposed to. The thought it was my Mistress touching me would surely turn my face cheeks bright red were I not a stone statue.

That is when it happened. For a brief moment I felt my body burn again. It was my Mistress, and she was touching me, rubbing her hands against my smooth surface! I could barely tell it from the now overwhelming feeling of being touched by the one I admired for so long, but I realized she had a soap in hand and she was washing me after all. A soft neutral soap, it felt great as she held me with one hand running the other through every part of my body. She acted as if she were simply rubbing soap against me but I could feel it… Her hand… Her fingers… She knew exactly what she was doing, letting those run freely on my exposed body. Her hand would run up all the way from my feet up to my face then back again briefly touching my sex and breasts. If only I could return her caressing… If only she would attend to me more… If only I could speak up, let her know just how much my body desires her… But stuck as a perfectly solid statue I was, and stuck in near climax as well. Every second I felt her fingers on me felt like a blissful eternity, I just wanted my Mistress for myself now. I didn’t want to believe it, but I knew this would only be a moment, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever get this much attention again. After my Mistress was done with coating me in soap, she would spray water all over me, and again with it came the feeling of refreshment, that I could perhaps think straight again, even if for just a moment. It was a sunny day today so I presume my Mistress left me for sun-drying as I hadn’t seen or felt her again.

“I wonder when people will visit me again…” I thought to myself.

“Someone… Cherish me…”

“...”

Once again I hadn’t noticed the passage of time. It was as if there was no one near me. I simply didn’t exist anymore, merely a lifeless rock. “Perhaps it was for the best this way” I thought to myself. “I wouldn’t manage to endure every little second without anyone around…”.

My thoughts now were almost exclusive about being seen, about being touched or admired. It didn’t even need to be my mistress, just anyone who could tame this fire inside of my body would do… Anyone… Everyone…

“... Look at me…”

I had no notion of time anymore, things were simply “someone is here” and “nobody is here”. And today was a “Mistress is here” day. She had some papers with her, it seems, when she approached me.

“Good news, dear” I heard her say. “We are going to participate in an art fair! It was you, my beautiful work of art, that won me a spot there.” I was happy, even as a statue I continued to serve my Mistress to the best of my abilities.

“Those three friends who visited a few weeks ago spread the word about how beautiful you are, dear.” I felt my stone heart skip a beat when I heard those words. To think I was a work of art not only to my Mistress but to others as well?

“While the organization team prepares the rest of the location, though, I will have you moved to the hall where the artworks will be displayed. It will be dark but I know you won’t mind it at all. Your mind was fixed not to.” I wasn’t fully aware of it, but I knew deep inside that was my Mistress at work, it makes me happy that she thought of me until the last minute, I must had really made her proud, and I am proud to say she is my Mistress.

Then, for a moment, my Mistress sat down next to me, she would caress my foot gently for a moment in silence. I guess that was her way of saying bye, even if not forever. Then my vision blurred, and then it darkened. Suddenly everything was dark. It was just as my Mistress warned me. But I was not scared. I… just… Wait…

“...”

When I came back to be I was in a room full with other people.

There were passersby.

In the corner of my eyes I could see other artworks.

I could. But did not.

In front of me there were two groups of people.

One directly in front of me.

Looking at me.

Admiring me.

Cherishing me.

Some were just looking.

Some were commenting about my features.

Some took pictures.

Some drew sketches.

All their eyes were on me.

The other group was with my Mistress.

She explained things to them I cared not for.

So much attention.

So many eyes on me.

Keep looking at me.

Keep looking.

Keep admiring me.

Keep cherishing me.

I am a work of art.

Keep looking at me. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking. Keep looking keep looking keep looking keep looking looking looking looking looking looking looking this burning blaze inside my mind was ignited again by all of those people here looking at me eating me up with their eyes admiring me as the work of art I am keep admiring me admiring me admiring me admiring admiring admiring admiring this ecstasy feeling quickly overpowered all my sense all I could think of was their eyes on me admiring me looking at me loving me cherishing me appreciating me a beautiful work of art I made my Mistress proud anything for my Mistress anything make her proud keep looking at me looking at me admiring me cherishing me keep loo-

“...”

I came back to my senses in a workshop of some form. It was really messy here with pieces of stone laying around and a lot of dust. There were a few work desks with tools on them, and some pedestals similar to mine were placed unordered around the scenario. In the center of the scene I could view was my Mistress. She had a different attire than usual, with an apron, mitts, somewhat thick clothes seemingly made of leather and what seemed like protective glasses. On her hand she had a sculpting spatula, it seems she was working on something…

“You are alive!” She exclaimed as she turned to me.

“Since the art fair I hadn’t really sensed you, I feared I paid a price too great for all the renown you brought me, dear.”

I wasn’t really sure what she was talking about as I was still dizzy from the euphoria I feft. I think… My mind just shut down? Did I… Climax myself to exhaustion…?

“I apologize for letting it happen to you, dear.” she continued talking.

“I should have trained you for a few more delays before letting you attend such a grandiose event, but I am glad that you are here with me”.

I felt her gentle touch delicately caress my leg. I figured this was her way of hugging me, as my body was permanently on the pedestal, far from her reach.

“This is my workshop, you see. After the art fair people were really interested in commissioning all forms of statues from me. This I have you to thank for, dear.”

I am happy. Once again I am making my Mistress proud. I wish to always do so. Even after she parts from this world and my stone breaks from the test of time.

“Even though I wasn’t sure if you were still there… I still got you a few little things, I hope you like it.”

I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but she quickly left my field of vision but soon enough she turned me around to face a mirror that was set in one of the interior’s walls. She positioned next to me and looked at the mirror as if she was admiring the view with me.

“I bought a handful of adornments for you, my dear. I will let you have a good look at them, you are not leaving the workshop anytime soon. The world had its chance to see you but now you are for my eyes only. Enjoy the view.”

Saying that she left, I assume she went back to her work desk. In the mirror I saw my reflection. I still had the same ballerina pose with my arms above my head and my leg lifted high up but this time I had collars and jewelry on me. They were all made of silver, a nice contrast to my stone surface. The jewelry adorned all parts of my body. From my feet to my legs to my belly and torso to my breast and arms, even my fingers had a few rings from what I could see, my neck had a collar on it and my head was adorned with a jeweled tiara. Such jewels were red in color, it reminded me of my eyes before they turned to stone. The adornments traced my body, as if forming an invisible outfit, outlining various parts of my body. Even my nipples were adorned with silver rings, and a small gem was fixed above my vulva. I hadn’t felt any of them at first but now that my Mistress brought them to my attention I could feel them resting on my body, or piercing for those two specific decorations. Feeling them on me made me think of my Mistress, constantly. It was as if she were always here with me, touching me, giving me some attention but not too much of it.

If I were to stay like this for the rest of my cold life… That would be simply perfect. My Mistress was all that I wanted and making her proud was all I wished for. I am proud to be my Mistress’ finest statue.

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