Completely deserted wastelands are usually safe.
Stupid magic traps.
James's generally not had much opportunity to explore such things, since most of his experience with women once he obtained his power has been, well, rather focused in certain areas that are below the waist, rather than above. Still, Elodea (and James, if he was paying enough attention to notice, or was capable of much in the way of that kind of reasoning at the moment) will find that the back of his neck is particularly sensitive, as well as the small of his back and the area around his belly button. The area under his shoulder blades also should work particularly well, if she can get the knots out. Which she almost certainly can.
James is a bit unused to this kind of treatment, or more accurately this kind of treatment in this particular area of his body, but every time he starts to move a hand or arm to direct Elodea, or open his mouth to do so, he finds himself distracted and delighted by yet another touch. It takes very few repetitions of this for him to forget about that at all; to simply let her do what she clearly does best, her spectacular, delightfully arousing and sensual work. Work that he's going to be able to get every single day from now on.
Well, no. But he can enjoy it while it lasts.
She starts investigating the general area of his chin and ears and so on with her lips while her hands make sure that even if she doesn't find anything up there his distraction level isn't going to go down very much.
She finds plenty up there. Ears especially. More than plenty for him to be almost entirely out of it, distracted and delirious beyond reason at her expert ministrations, moaning softly as she kisses his ears and feels her fingers pressing into him elsewhere.
Almost entirely out of it enough to be confused for a couple of seconds when his phone starts ringing.
"Shit!" he says, thoroughly annoyed and furious at whoever is fucking interrupting some of the most amazing sex in his life, which is only promising to get even more amazing, and he's had far more than his fair share of really good sex. Or at least, what he thinks is really good sex, given his usual focus and predilections. He feels around with a hand to find his pocket, trying to fish out his phone so he can find out who the hell is interrupting him and get rid of them as fast as possible, or more likely just hang up on them and turn off his phone so he can go back to properly enjoying Elodea's touches and care and everything else. Fuck, he clearly underestimated just how much he made her want to please him. Not that he's complaining.
Eventually she moves lower, taking hold of his thighs and applying her talents in a more traditional location.
She's even better at this. Good enough to keep him from--quite--going over the edge as loooooong as she likes.
James pulls out the phone and realizes it's Maria and he's suddenly worried that she's made it to the police already. Shit. Shit. He's going to have to work faster here and they might be tracking his location through his phone and... and shit. Holy shit. Her mouth is on his cock and fuck they don't have time for this and... shit. Shit that's amazing.
James barely manages to turn the phone off before putting it down and closing his eyes and relaxing, his worries about time and desire to smash his phone to make sure that they can't be tracked fading as his focus narrows entirely onto sensation of his new slave's mouth on his cock. It's actually somewhat difficult to think of much else, and even though there's some background worry in the back of his head it's very easy to be distracted from it. Very very easy. He sighs softly and moans and lets Elodea serve him, enjoying every second of it, the feeling of her lips and tongue and mouth and all of her. Fuck, how did he get so lucky. Holy shit, her mouth feels incredible.
She's gripping his thighs as she does this. Pretty tightly. He'll be much too distracted to object, but this is probably leaves-bruises levels of tight.
She has a very, very good grasp of human anatomy.
She lets him come just a moment before blacking out from the pressure she's got on his femoral artery.
He is in fact distracted far too much to notice. James has his eyes closed, to better enjoy the every sensation, and what little he does notice of how woozy he's getting he attributes to her skill and fuck she's so hot and holy shit this feels amazing and... wait a second.
James comes in her mouth, a moment of pleasure and delight and sudden worried clarity -- and slumps backwards as he passes out.
She removes these weird clothes he put her in and uses them to do a cursory bind on his wrists and ankles while she sees what she can find to do a more thorough job with.
There's not a lot down here in the basement, it's well-lit room, perfect for inspecting your handiwork if you're changing something into something else, but there's very little down there.
Back up the stairs is a small room with wooden floors, perfectly cut, covered in something shiny and smooth, lacquer of some kind.. In the middle of the room is a small wooden table with two chairs pulled up to it, also wooden, and a couple of chairs, still wood, all of it lacquered. a large white box, softly humming, with a handle to a cabinet up top and a handle to a cabinet below. One wall has metal tub, complete with a long thin thing of metal curved over it, underneath which are some cabinets. Next that is a counter, white and shiny, and a little ways down the counter the counter changes to a metal grating with something underneath, with some dials and switches and a large cabinet underneath. The room has various other cabinets and drawers, above and below. There's a doorway on one side to the rest of the house.
She opens all of the cabinets and drawers.
There's a lot of things in all of them! Under the metal tub are a lot of clear containers with writing on them and full of variously colored liquids. Inside the humming box is cool and cold, respectively, as well as various food items -- mostly in containers, but some in further drawers are some soft fruit and wilting vegetables. In the cold there are only containers.
In some drawers are further boxes and cans and containers of food items, likely mostly ones she won't recognize but some she might, like flour and rice. Others have pots and pans and others have sharp knives and forks and silverware.
One of the drawers contains a pair of sharp bits of metal connected to each other with a hinge and ending in handles made of an orange substance, various long thin objects of various colors, a packet of papers, and a large round cylinder with a hole, made of some kind of shiny silvery substance. The substance is clearly wrapped around and around and around and around, and there's plenty of it.
She cautiously sniffs the colored liquids, then closes their containers and puts them back.
She takes a piece of fruit and munches on it as she continues inspecting things.
She opens some of the boxes of unrecognizable food items.
She's familiar with the phenomenon of scissors. The orange stuff is weird but not urgently so and there is a lot of weird going around.
She picks up the cylinder and examines it more closely.
She unpeels the thing at the seam.
...Oooh. She thinks she sees how this works.
She goes back down to the basement, removes her makeshift clothes bindings, uses the sticky stuff to gag him and bind his wrists and ankles, then drags him up the stairs and out the back door.
The substance works quite well for bindings! She might ruin some of it, getting it stuck to itself as she learns how to tear it apart from the rest, but there's more than plenty of it.
James makes some noises and stirs as he's dragged up the stairs, but he's still far too out of it to actually fully wake, woozy and still mostly unconscious.
The door to the back leads to a small area, a small space of green plants, covered in fallen leaves from the two trees scattered in the yard, and surrounded by a white fence. There are similar and more well-kept yards to either side, with many fewer leaves, and where the grass is actually all the same length and also the only plant growing in them as opposed to the riot of different plants spread through the yard.
Once she's got him outside she binds him more thoroughly, lacing his fingers together and wrapping his intwined hands in the sticky stuff, then joining his forearms and calves.
If he hasn't woken up by the time she's finished with that she'll go back into the house for a bit.
The jostle up the stairs has caused him to start to stir, and once he gets enough presence of mind to try to move, and realize he's being bound, he starts to wake up much more quickly. He struggles against the tape, which is holding him rather fast. He's not entirely sure how he got here or what's going on, but something has gone very wrong and he feels woozy and disoriented and confused. "Hey, what the hell!" he shouts, in confusion, trying to get whoever it is to stop. Or tries to shout, but it comes muffled and indistinguishable through the gag. Even more worried, he tries to scream and shout, but to very little avail. He struggles some more, trying to pull away from the woman and try to free himself.
She considers this, and binds his wrists to his ankles so there'll be a smaller chance of him managing to wriggle away. This may involve sitting on him to make him sit still enough.
James struggles, and comes more to, realizing with a start that this is the strange girl with magic who ended up in his office and who should be his slave. Shit. Did he screw up changing her somehow? She should be trying to please him and obeying him and keep him safe, which this very much is not. He left her too much of her initiative, he was in too much of a rush. Shit. The girl who should be his slave doesn't seem to be stopping from binding him, and he can't give her any orders when bound like this. He struggles, frantically, trying to figure out how to get out of this and when she sits on him he turns over and rubs his face on the grass. And then desperately rubs his face more on the grass to try and get the tape off. She should obey orders still, he hopes. Shit shit shit shit. And if he can just talk he can fix all this. And everything will be good. And if he has to wipe her mind so she loses her magic, so be it.
Grass is not very good at getting duct tape off of one's face.
She sees what he's trying. Once she's got his wrists and ankles dealt with she adds more tape to his face.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit. Maria is free and the police are after him and his new powerful magical slave is tying him up with duct tape in his backyard.
For lack of a better thing to do, James tries to scream. It's hard, through the tape, but at the very least if he can get free he can make a new room somewhere, anywhere if he has enough time, and then he can start over. Starting over would be annoying, more than annoying really, but if he's done it once he can do it again.
"I advise you to stop that," she says lightly. "You probably wouldn't like what I'd have to do if someone noticed what was going on."
That is extremely nonspecific and he has no particularly good reason to trust or believe her (wait, shit. She could have been lying to him the whole time couldn't she have been. Fucking hell, the manipulative witch, she's been faking the whole time and he has no idea what's been going on) but she has magic and who knows what she's capable of. Shit. He quiets down and glares at her, angrily, not sure what else to do.