Princess Sammy sat in her chambers alone, staring at the book on her desk and shaking like a leaf. She drank her morning tea and for a moment, her worries were abated as the warmth trickled into her tummy. The giant old olive green text remained unopened and Sammy wasn’t sure if she wanted to. After the court magician, Timmy screwed up yet another spell, she was turned into a round, clumsy goofball. Now she eventually turned back, but she was growing tired of Timmy’s little “accidents”, so while he is on a “mandatory vacation” for the next week or two, Princess Sammy figured she could try learning a few spells herself and cut out the middle man.

But a few things tugged at her nerves and prevented her from throwing open the spell book and getting started. First, she was afraid of screwing up. After all, Timmy was a constant screw up and he had years to practice. Second, magic was extremely unpopular in her country, to the point where magicians were often killed by guards on sight! But Sammy shook her head and renewed her resolve. She didn’t hate magic like most in her land did, and she’d probably do better than Timmy, who had years to improve his craft but didn’t. So, opening the book, she scanned the table of contents for a spell that looked easy and fun to cast.

“A spell to make someone act sexier” stood out to the princess. Despite her obvious and commonly acknowledged beauty, she was often regarded as a joke by those around her due to the large number of embarrassing situations she found herself in. Perhaps this spell could rectify that. And the spell looked pretty easy as well, simply make eye contact with the target and say a few words. Walking to her full length mirror so she could look herself in the eye, she recited the nonsense words with perfect diction and felt the magic wash over herself like static electricity. Then her whole body spun like a top and she was flung against her back wall!


Once the static feeling and the dizziness had passed, Princess Sammy opened her eyes and brushed some of her hair back in an exaggerated, sultry way. She didn’t mean to do it like that, she just wanted the hair out of her eyes.
“Then again,” she thought to herself, “I suppose that is what the spell was supposed to do. I wonder if the spell changed anything else about me?”
As if on cue, she got up and turned towards the mirror again, which startled her: it wasn’t her that was doing that! Then her body started acting on its own, strutting like a runway model towards the mirror in a way that made her hips sway. As she got closer, Princess Sammy got a second shock: her face was stuck in a big, wide smile! Only her eyes showed her true feelings while the rest of her was this big, open mouth grin. She tried to say something, but with no control over her mouth, all she could get out was some random noises that sounded like moaning.

Then her body began to do a striptease, and Sammy could only watch in horror as she took off all her clothes and began to touch herself!
“Oh, man! I think I made the spell too strong,” she thought as she got a full show of her masturbation, “And if I can’t control my body, how will I change back!?”

As her fingers worked herself, Sammy was getting a bit turned on, since, in a weird way, the loss of control was... erotic in of itself, and her face changed from a smile to the face of someone who was very turned on: blushing, tongue hanging out, cross eyed, the works! Naturally, she couldn’t move this face either and her attempts at talking only resulted in loud moaning. But she was still being forced to do this, and all she could move was her eyes. Once she went over the edge, Sammy thought the worst of her ordeal was over, but it wasn’t: her body, still naked and wet with residue, opened her bedroom door and (this made the bottom drop out of her stomach) went to share her sexuality with the rest of the castle!

For the next week, Princess Sammy was just a passenger in her own body as the spell made her the castle slut: she rarely wore any clothes and when she did, they were the raunchiest, most sexual clothes she could find. She would do things like grind against guards, do erotic dances during court, and touch or spank herself in front of the servants. And the whole time, her face remained in that stupid open mouthed grin unless she was turned on (which was often) then it was that O-face instead: she hadn’t closed her mouth in a week and often drooled on herself as a result.  Many within the castle knew something was wrong with Sammy, but they did nothing to assist, figuring this was a self inflicted incident and it was only fair for her to reap the consequences she made for herself.

After a solid week of pole dances and deep throating bananas, Princess Sammy heard the door to her chamber open and a familiar voice call out “Princess? I’m home.” It was Timmy the court magician! She was saved! It didn’t take him long to figure out what was wrong with the princess (the book she was using was still open on her table), and he gathered materials for a new spell.
“So how long ago did you cast this spell, Princess?” he asked, stroking his beard
“Ahh!” was all she could get out, not being able to use her mouth since the spell began.
“Well, it must have been a fun week for you; you look so happy!”
“Ahh!” she tried to glare at his jokes as best as she could, but he wasn’t looking at her anymore. Instead, he finished his work while she gave him a lap dance, which significantly slowed down his progress. Eventually, however, he finished and placed a black leather collar around her neck.

“Princess Sammy? You can relax your face now. Speak to me.”
“I can’t, you idiot! My face is frozen like- wait a second, I can talk!”
“Yes you can. Now stand up and go stand still over there. I want to run a few tests.”
And Princess Sammy obeyed, excited that this mess was behind her. But when she tried to cover her naked body, her arms and legs wouldn’t respond!

“Hey, what gives!? I still can’t move!” She complained
“That’s because I told you to stand still. Now, do jumping jacks while I explain.”
And Sammy’s body betrayed her again, bouncing up and down as Timmy talked.
“See, that collar I gave you alters the spell you cast on yourself. Now, instead of being forced to obey your own command of acting like a slut, you instead have to obey literally everyone else’s commands! Oh, and part of that spell is you can’t take that control collar off, even if you’re commanded to. Stop doing jumping jacks and give me a massage.”
“Yes, Master. Wait, I didn’t mean to say that! Why are you doing all this, Timmy? You could have just ended the spell, right?”
“Yeah, but I still have another week of vacation ahead of me, and I’m going to enjoy it here by telling everyone in the castle about your new control collar. Think of it as payback for all the times you called me a useless idiot. I hope you enjoy humiliating yourself and doing chores, because it’s going to be a long week.  Until I say otherwise, you have to be on all fours when you walk. I’m going to be riding you like a horse when I go around telling people about the collar “

With a reluctant yet resigned sigh, she responded
“…Yes, Master.”

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