Louisa laughed, “Oh yes Dear Boy they will be at least that large and quite challenging to take and then keep. We all as your Coven mates will be helpful with it. When Cindy is offtime and unavailable we will also have to help you keep your edge and not get backed up sexually.” Louisa looked at me, “Cindy, I do hope that you understand that he will HAVE to be serviced regularly when you are not there. We will have no problems from you will we?”

“No Ma’am, I don’t own him nor do I begrudge him whatever pleasures he finds with others. I just love him and hope that he will love me.” I assured her.

“Well said and a very good Witchy attitude as well!” She told me.

The following week was one of the strangest in my life. To my perspective it lasted almost three months. I spent so much time offtime that many times I would only be back intime for a few minutes before I was off with someone else.

The way that they generally worked this is to come and get me either at the start of the night or first thing in the morning. It is just too confusing to have a single day broken up into little pieces. Once my day started on campus I got to do the entire thing intime and then would go offtime that night. I spent time with Pam, Mom, Jackie and Louisa learning and polishing my use and feel with my phaz. I spent time with Robby, Clair and Erica doing my exercises and learning Witchy history.

I also spent time with Jay almost every day. This time was divided between the natural business of Witchmen and their witches but even more of it was spent in learning all about the lives and reigns of the past Sorceresses.

Jay’s time was even stranger than mine and during my intime week and two months offtime, he lived almost 6 months and became totally educated about everything concerning sorceresses and their care and loving needs. He also became my expert on nearly everything about their lives and problems.

At the end of this time I was a lot more comfortable with my powers and, according to my instructors, amazingly delicate and precise in my control and already showing the special strength that is one of the signs of a sorceress.

Louisa and I spent a week together working on my ability to zie. She was especially pleased with my progress in this area because it would be with this that I would watch Jane when she passed. My perceptions were evidently even better than hers as I progressed because by the end of the week I was zieing things that she couldn’t zie. She explained that this was also a big part of what made me a sorceress. I could zie where there were gaps in a witches aura and slip through and do as a witch could do to a Fragilis. In order for witches to do this it took several with a lot of power and they more or less just forced the issue. Louisa explained that I would be able to achieve far better results and would be able to fix and free the witches in isolation. They would become Fragilis and live a long and carefully supervised life.

I learned that some of the old legends were in fact possibly real. The portals could be anything and the evil Genies of legend may well have been witches that had been trapped in offtime locals and then accidentally freed by some Fragilis damaging the seal on the portal. She told me that in the past there had indeed been portals stored in bottles. There were also still places that were watched closely where evil beings were locked away. At one time many thousands of years ago, Warlocks would use lesser warlocks and witches as terrible traps to protect their tombs and treasures. You really would not want to be the one that freed a mad warlock from a dark box that he had been sealed up in for 8 or 10 thousand years.

Finally everyone was happy that I was ready for both Jane’s passing and to start school.

As a reward to all of us for our hard work we all went offtime and they took me to Shangri-La. This time it was Jay and I, Mom and Dad, Pam and Dan, Jaclyn and a new guy named Larry who was over 6 feet tall and built like a gladiator, Louisa and her witchman Joshua, the girls and their guys who were Jay’s roommates that went. This is a gorgeous palatial Witchy resort high in the Himalayan Mountains in a secluded beautiful little valley. It is surrounded by the highest peaks in the world and scenery is unbelievable. There are hundreds of hot spring fed pools, fountains and falls in all depths, sizes and temperatures in little hidden flower filled glades. The buildings are of the whitest marble with rooms the size of tennis courts and ceilings 20 feet high.

It is out of time and as it was explained to me, it doesn’t actually exist at all in our present time period. It is one of the very oldest of the witch resorts and its actual time period is uncertain. What is wildest is that the foods are of the period and are exotic and wonderful with dishes of fruits and grains with only little in the way of meats.

When we got there Jay and I immediately shed our clothes and went exploring wearing nothing but sandals. Mom reminded Jay that I needed my enemas. I blushed; I still wasn’t quite used to that being an acceptable open topic for discussion around people that I didn’t know. Jay told me that Larry worked at the University and was pretty cool.

We found a little pool just our size and were soon in it and making like bunnies! I hadn’t seen him in three whole days and was frantic for his special touch. I had especially missed his enemas; can you believe that after all the years of just loathing having to get them that now I love it almost as much as sex… hell, it IS sex because Jay is never happy to just do my enemas! After taking the edge off with some just seriously intense screwing he took me back to our room and bountifully tended to his witchman duties.

Lying on the bed I watched as he made me a huge soapy enema. “Isn’t that a little bigger than usual Jay?” I asked a little uneasy. It looked a LOT bigger actually. He usually starts with 2 liter or 2 quart soapys and doesn’t use bigger bags until I am well cleaned out. I had never started with a gallon.

“I’ve been studying everything that I can get on sorceresses and the men in their lives. I found that in every case the witchman consort is encouraged to keep a daily log and journal offering detailed observations of her and her special needs.” He hung the bag above me. “The general consensus historically is that a sorceress will be even stronger if she is encouraged to take even larger doses of the herbal enemas and to hold them longer. With that aim in mind most sorceresses are given larger enemas until they can easily take and hold the larger stronger potions in their treatment enemas.” He leaned over and kissed my wet pussy and said, “Sorry sugar but I want to be the best that I can be for you so you need to help me. You will get used to the larger enemas and it will make you all the stronger and more stable. That is the other thing. Sorceresses are prone to certain emotional problems if their male caretakers don’t modify and adjust their treatments. There will be special potions made just for you and I will see to their administrations.”

I looked up at him, “Jay, how long has it been since we were together to you? For me it has been only a couple or three days.”

He smiled, “you noticed huh? Well Louisa has had my nose to the grind stone. It has been almost a month for me and as soon as we are done her at Shangri-La, She has another full month of study lined up for me before your Cousin’s passing.”

He put on a glove and began to please me with his wonderful attention to my ass as he prepared me to accept the nozzle and his enema. “Jay, why is she pushing you so hard. I’m not sure that I like you being away from me for such long periods. I like to feel that you need my attentions as much as I need yours.”

“Believe me Cindy, I DO! Things will even out soon and then we will do most of my studying together. According to all the journals the first year after the passing and the discovery of the sorceress’s power is the most important. You will soon be so strong that no witch can touch you as no Fragilis can truly control a witch. If you need any special help it HAS to be done as soon as possible.” He slowly nudged the nozzle into place and opened the clamp.

“What kind of special help could I need?” I asked as the first wave swept through and made itself at home in my lower colon.

“In your case Cindy, most of the really important ones aren’t an issue. You are sweet and in general unusually loving and gentle even for a witch. Many of the sorceresses in the past became massively full of themselves. After about the first year there is very little that a witch can do to change or adjust a sorceress. There was one that basically tried to turn the Fragilis into little more than cattle and the witches into shepherds. For her the entire world existed for only one purpose… to serve and please her and her alone.”

“Oh shit, what did they do?” Her witchman talked her into taking him on a holiday and she was sealed up with him and 20 witches forever in an offtime loop resort. The witches on the inside closed the door and the ones on the outside sealed it forever so even a sorceress couldn’t leave.”

“Are they still there???”

“Yes, but when the inside witches closed it, for them time stopped. That time loop was sort of pinched off and then sealed. At least they aren’t just trapped in there with a mad and insane sorceress!”

“Why do they even allow a sorceress to continue Jay? If they could adjust me or strip me of my powers now, why don’t they?”

He smiled, “Because as bad as a bad sorceress is, a good one is a thousand times better than the one is bad. When you mature you will bring back all the damaged ones and either fix their problems or make them Fragilis and free them to live out a good life. There will be no more bad witches that have to be sealed away during your reign and all witches in general will be able to be happier and freer than at any other time. In the past the very best of times have always been under the rule of a good sorceress… just as the worst were under a bad one. Everyone is so excited about you because you are so gentle even now when your control is weakest. Nearly all sorceresses mess up a few witches. Most kill a few accidentally and nearly all hurt some. You have shown more control than any sorceress in 3000 years. The better they are in the beginning the worse they generally are later so you are looking VERY good.”

I looked at him and knew that there was something that he wasn’t saying. I thought and then asked, “How many hurt their witchman Jay?”

He smiled at me, “I love you Cindy. It doesn’t matter what other have done ion the past. You are special.” I glared at him and he shrugged, “About half kill their first witchmen. Many do it on the night of their passing. About 80% hurt their witchman pretty badly before they gain full control. Just as your two strongest expressions have been while having enemas and sex. That is what generally happens. If they aren’t careful they crush their witchman in a fit of passion. Witches are tougher than witchmen. You have to realize, I am really just a Fragilis and am easily harmed compared to you.”