How to use your Genie

New Home, New Life

~Jeanie~

The ride back to John’s apartment was quiet. We were both lost in our own thoughts, the memories of our intimate encounter still fresh in our minds. As we pulled up to the dingy apartment building, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. Was this where my new master lived?

“Is this your place?” I asked, my eyes taking in the sight of the run-down building.

“Yes,” he replied, a hint of distaste in his voice. “But I think it’s time to move up in the world.”

He pulled out his phone, his fingers swiping across the screen. A moment later, he showed me a picture of a luxurious penthouse, its spacious interiors and breathtaking views making my eyes widen in surprise.

“I want a penthouse in the city,” he declared, his voice filled with determination. “Top floor. This one. I fucking want this one.”

My heart raced as I looked at the picture. The penthouse was absolutely stunning, a stark contrast to his current living situation. But his next question made my heart sink.

“Can you use your magic to transport us there now? Is that something you can do?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine.

I swallowed, feeling a wave of unease. “Yes,” I answered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I can.”

With a wave of my hand, we were transported to the penthouse. The sudden change of scenery was disorienting, but I quickly regained my composure. The penthouse was fully furnished, a clear sign that someone was currently living there.

Yet, there was no one in sight. The silence was deafening, the emptiness of the place only adding to the eeriness of the situation. John didn’t seem bothered by it, his eyes taking in the beauty of the place.

“Let’s take a look around,” he suggested, his hand gently guiding me towards the stairs.

As we walked around, I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the place. The two floors were tastefully decorated, each room more stunning than the last. The balconies offered a breathtaking view of the city, the tall skyscrapers and bustling streets a stark contrast to the tranquility of the penthouse.

Yet, despite the beauty of the place, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. This was someone else’s home, a place where they had built their life. And we were intruding, claiming it as our own without a second thought.

But what choice did I have? I was his genie, his servant. I had no say in the matter. So, I followed him around, my mind filled with a mixture of awe and guilt.

As we walked around the penthouse, I couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for us. John had made it clear that he was not like my previous masters. He was cruel, selfish, and cared little for the feelings of others.

And as I stood there, taking in the beauty of our new home, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. What was in store for me, now that I was under the control of such a man? Only time would tell.

Descending to the lower level of the penthouse, we discovered a spacious entertainment area. Dominating the room was a sleek, polished pool table, its green felt surface spotless and inviting. As I watched, a spark of interest lit up in Master’s eyes.

“You know,” he began, walking over to the rack of pool balls neatly arranged at the end of the table, “I saw this video once…”

He picked up one of the balls, the smooth round object nestled in his palm as he weighed it, tossing it up and down while looking at me with a devilish grin. The implication of his words struck me with a mix of fear and anticipation.

“Undress for me,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. “Get your ass up on the pool table and lay down on your back.”

Struggling to maintain my composure, I obeyed his order. My clothing pooled at my feet, and I climbed onto the pool table, the felt surface feeling strangely soft against my bare skin. I lay down on my back, my breasts rising and falling with my uneven breaths, my eyes never leaving his.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he approached me, the billiard ball still in his hand. “I wonder how many of these balls we can fit in your cunt,” he mused aloud, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

Terror, anticipation, and an inexplicable sense of arousal washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited what was to come, the absurdity of the situation almost unreal. Yet, as his genie, I had no choice but to comply, even if his demands pushed me beyond my comfort zone.

As I laid there, vulnerable and exposed on the pool table, Master unzipped his pants, revealing his engorged member. With an unsettling smile, he compared the size of the pool ball to his erect shaft, a perversely amused look on his face.

“Just a hair thicker than me,” he remarked, glancing from the ball to his cock. “Let’s change that, huh? Make my cock just as thick as this ball.”

I nodded hesitantly, my stomach twisting with a mix of apprehension and desire. “Yes, Master,” I murmured, summoning the magic within me. A shimmering glow enveloped his cock, his girth growing to match the ball’s size. “And for now, make yourself just barely able to take it.”

He watched, the grin never leaving his face, as my body adjusted in response to his command. The dull, stretching sensation was uncomfortable, yet the undercurrent of arousal was undeniable.

“Make yourself wet as fuck for me,” he ordered. The command was brusque, unfeeling, but it resonated within me. Instantly, a flood of arousal washed over me, a sudden slick wetness pooling between my legs.

Master positioned himself between my spread legs, pulling them slightly off the table. His thick, newly enlarged cock lined up with my wet entrance. “This is going to be quite the experience for you, Jeanie,” he said, his voice filled with wicked delight. “I can’t wait to watch you take it.” His tone was one of relish, clearly excited by the prospect of what he was about to do.

Master plunged into me, stretching my slick walls to accommodate his size. His thick cock moved in and out of me with slow, purposeful strokes. I bit my lip, suppressing a gasp as he reached depths within me no one had ever touched.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers gripping my hips tightly as he pumped in and out of me. “You’re so tight, Jeanie. So fucking tight.” His words came out in breathy pants, punctuated by the sounds of our bodies meeting.

He was still holding the pool ball in his hand, occasionally tossing it up and down as he fucked me. His eyes held a gleam of anticipation and pleasure as he continued to thrust into me, pushing me closer to the edge.

After a few more hard thrusts, he suddenly pulled out. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but then his words caught me off guard. “You’re gaping, Jeanie,” he said, his voice husky with arousal.

I felt a blush creep over my cheeks. Humiliation swelled within me, but it was tainted by a strange sense of excitement. I was exposed, used, but also undeniably aroused. As much as his words stung, I couldn’t help the heat that coiled within me.

His fingers, slick with my wetness, caressed my gaping pussy. I watched as he lifted the first pool ball, the dark polished surface catching the overhead light. He looked at me with a challenging grin. “Ready, Jeanie?”

I could only nod, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt a wave of anticipation, dread, but also a twisted sense of excitement. This was uncharted territory for me.

Slowly, he started to press the ball against my opening, the coolness of the smooth surface stark against my heated flesh. My body instinctively clenched, trying to reject the intrusion. But his other hand on my lower belly was pushing downwards, applying pressure and helping to open me up.

“Relax,” he cooed, “Let it in.”

My breath hitched as the ball breached my entrance. The feeling was strange, so different from the natural shape of a man. It was more intense, the firmness of the sphere pushing and stretching my walls in a way I had never experienced.

The pressure was building, mounting as he pressed the ball further inside me. It felt big, so big, bigger than him even if it was actually smaller. My pussy clung to the ball, the muscles trying to adapt to its rigid form. And then, with a final push, it was fully inside.

I gasped, my back arching off the table as my body took a moment to adjust. I could feel it, nestled deep within me. It was heavy, making me feel full and stretched in a deeply satisfying way.

His eyes were fixated on me, watching my reactions with amusement and desire. “How does it feel, Jeanie? You like having your little cunt stretched out?”

My response was a heated mix of shame, pleasure, and anger. I detested the degradation but couldn’t deny the raw pleasure that echoed through me. “It’s… it’s intense, Master.”

He chuckled, that sound of triumph echoing in the quiet room. “Good girl, you took it so well. But we aren’t done just yet.”

I looked at him, my eyes widening as I realized there were more pool balls left on the table.

Master reached for a second ball, this one a deep emerald green. He rolled it between his fingers, regarding me with that same wicked grin. “Let’s see how well you handle two.”

I gulped, my pulse racing as I stared at the second ball. One was already a stretch, how could I possibly take two? My pussy clenched around the ball already inside me, as if echoing my apprehension.

But the decision was not mine to make. With a nod, he began to press the second ball against my slick opening. The sensation was even more intense this time. My pussy was already stretched around the first ball, its presence acting as a constant reminder of what was to come.

The second ball pressed against my opening, but there was resistance. I whimpered, the overwhelming stretch causing my breath to hitch. But then, as if heeding Master’s will, my pussy began to give way.

He was relentless, pushing the ball inch by agonizing inch. It was slower this time, my body trying to accommodate the second intruder. The pressure was mounting, the sensation teetering on the border between pain and pleasure.

Then, with a final push, the second ball was in. I gasped, my body shuddering as my pussy conformed to the new fullness. It was even more intense now, the balls nestled against each other inside me.

Master’s gaze was fixed on my parted thighs, the dark promise in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine. “There’s my good girl,” he crooned. “So tight, so wet. Are you ready for more, Jeanie?”

The question hung in the air, his fingers trailing over the third ball. My body was screaming for a reprieve, but the twisted part of me, the part that had been awakened by Master’s cruel desires, craved more. I could only nod, the words caught in my throat.

He chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a thrill of anticipation racing through my veins. The third ball loomed large in his hand, and I braced myself for what was to come.

The anticipation was palpable as Master ***********ed the third ball, a vibrant shade of blue. His fingers toyed with the cool, smooth surface, rolling it thoughtfully before he directed his attention back to me. “You’re doing so well, Jeanie. Think you can take one more for me?” He asked, his tone teasing, yet demanding.

Fear and excitement intermingled, churning in my stomach as I nodded hesitantly, unable to vocalize a response. I watched him, my eyes wide as he pressed the third ball against my swollen entrance. My body was so full, so stretched, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

With the patience of a predator, Master began to push the third ball inside. The sensation was overwhelming. My pussy stretched even further, the two balls already nestled within me shifting to accommodate the newcomer. It was slow going, the ball inching its way inside, inch by agonizing inch. My heart pounded in my chest, the discomfort mixed with an unexpected surge of pleasure.

Master watched my face closely, taking in my expressions with perverse satisfaction. “That’s it, Jeanie,” he coaxed. “Just a bit more. You’re doing so well.”

With one final push, the third ball slipped past my swollen entrance, sealing me full of the solid objects. A strangled cry escaped my lips as my body spasmed around the foreign intruders. It was almost too much, the pressure, the fullness. I was stretched to my limit, my pussy accommodating the three balls within me.

Master leaned back, admiring his handiwork. His eyes danced with satisfaction, a proud smirk playing at his lips. “Such a good girl, Jeanie. So obedient, so willing. It’s a sight to behold.”

I gasped for breath, my body trembling as I adjusted to the triple intrusion. The feeling was overwhelming, my senses were overloaded. It was a strange mix of humiliation and pleasure that had my head spinning. But I had obeyed. I had taken all three balls just as Master had wanted. Despite the discomfort, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at having pleased him.

Master’s gaze held a new level of admiration as he looked at me. A surge of heat shot through me under his appreciative scrutiny. My body was on display, completely at his mercy, filled to the brink by his perverse desires. Despite it all, I found a perverse sense of pleasure in his satisfaction. His approval, however twisted it might be, was strangely gratifying. And, as I lay there, stretched and filled on the pool table, I knew that there was more to come. Master was far from done with me.

“Now, Jeanie,” Master began, his gaze intent upon me, “I gotta ask, have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

“No, Master,” I replied, my voice trembling as I tried to comprehend what he was asking. I felt the fullness inside of me, the weight of the three billiard balls lodged deep within my pussy, and I couldn’t fathom how I could possibly take more.

“Never?” Master’s voice was incredulous, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “How the fuck is that possible?”

I hesitated, my mind whirring. How could I explain? My past masters were nothing like him. They didn’t push the boundaries, didn’t play with me as he did. I was their genie, their servant, but never their toy. Not until now.

“I… I don’t know, Master,” I confessed, “I’ve never been used in such a manner.”

His eyes flicked down to where I was so obscenely filled. “Well, we’re going to have to change that, aren’t we?” He said, the promise clear in his voice.

Then came the instruction, his voice firm, his command irrefutable. “You’re gonna use that magic, and keep those balls inside of you, hear me?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered, a strange combination of fear and excitement bubbling up within me.

“Now get up off that table, on your feet, bend over and hold on to the side of the pool table. Present that ass to me,” he ordered.

I followed his instruction, carefully raising myself from the table, feeling the balls shift inside of me as I stood up. The sensation of fullness was intense, and I had to clench my inner muscles to keep them in place. It was a strange sensation, one I had to concentrate on to maintain.

Then, I bent over, reaching out to grasp the edges of the pool table, presenting my ass to him just as he had ordered. The coolness of the air against my bare skin made me shiver, and I found myself holding my breath as I waited for what was to come. I was about to be pushed beyond my known boundaries, and though I was terrified, I could not deny the dark thrill that coursed through me.

The anticipation was both thrilling and tormenting as I awaited Master’s next move. I could feel his gaze on me, raking over my exposed body, contemplating his next course of action. The silence between us was charged with tension, each passing second heightening my sense of trepidation and titillation. All I could do was brace myself for what was to come.

I felt Master’s hand between my legs, his fingers reaching out to brush against my sodden pussy. He made a soft sound of satisfaction as he discovered just how wet I was. His fingers danced across my folds, gathering the slick juices that coated them. As he moved, the balls inside me shifted, reminding me of the extreme fullness that I held within.

“Good girl,” Master murmured, his fingers moving upwards to coat his hard length with my wetness. His voice was low, the words carrying a hint of approval that sent a shiver down my spine. “So fucking wet for me. You’re doing well, Jeanie.”

I could only whimper in response, a sound that was half shame and half pleasure. His touch was cruel and kind, causing pain and pleasure to mingle within me, creating a confusing whirl of sensations that left me breathless.

Then, I felt Master’s finger pressing against my untouched hole, a gentle pressure that made me tense instinctively.

“Relax, Jeanie,” Master said, his voice soft and coaxing, “Just breathe and relax for me.”

I tried, I really did, but it was difficult. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. His finger slipped inside, slowly, gradually. I felt a pinch of discomfort, but it was soon replaced by a strange sensation, a pressure that was somehow not unpleasant. I gasped, my fingers tightening on the edge of the pool table. I felt him exploring the tight ring of muscles, each push of his finger eliciting a gasp from me.

“You’re so tight, Jeanie,” Master murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “So fucking tight.”

I felt my cheeks flush with humiliation at his words, at the crude reality of what we were doing. Yet, despite the embarrassment, despite the degradation, I couldn’t deny the strange thrill that coursed through me. There was something undeniably erotic about being used in such a manner, about being pushed to the very edge of my comfort zone. And much to my horror and fascination, I found myself responding to it, my body betraying my mind’s objections.

The fullness, the stretch, the unfamiliar sensation of having him inside me, it was all too much. My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I tried to acclimate to the new intrusion. Yet through it all, there was a bizarre sense of satisfaction, a dark pleasure that lurked amidst the humiliation and degradation. I was a genie, I was here to serve my Master’s desires, and in this moment, that was exactly what I was doing.

The moment lingered, suspended in time, as Master’s finger pushed deeper, stretching and testing the uncharted territory of my backdoor. It was an invasive sensation, but the discomfort was easing, replaced by a peculiar warmth that was neither entirely pleasant nor entirely unwelcome. I whimpered, my breath hitching in my throat as I tried to adjust.

Then, I felt a second finger pressing against me. My heart skipped a beat, apprehension rising within me. Master’s voice was soothing, calm as he whispered, “You’re doing so well, Jeanie. Just relax for me.”

A gasp tumbled from my lips as his second finger slipped inside, joining the first. The stretch was more intense now, a clear reminder of the path he was intending to take. I felt my body tremble, a flutter of nerves coursing through me as I tried to accommodate the intrusion. Yet, amidst the discomfort, I felt the stirrings of a dark thrill.

Master’s fingers moved in rhythm, slow and steady, creating a tempo that was impossible to ignore. Each push sent a jolt of sensation through me, a raw and primal reaction that I found myself reluctantly craving. I bit my lip, my fingers clutching the edge of the pool table as I surrendered to his touch.

Without warning, a third finger joined the others, stretching me even wider. I cried out, a sharp sound that echoed in the vast room. I felt the slickness of my arousal trickling down my thighs, a stark reminder of the perverse pleasure that this was bringing me. The intrusion was more intense now, but I found myself pushing back, yearning for more.

Master’s words were my lifeline, a beacon in the swirl of sensations. “That’s it, Jeanie. You’re taking me so well. You’re ready for me.”

The reality of his words struck me, sending a shockwave of anticipation through me. I was being prepared, primed for him. I was being used, debased, and yet I found myself desiring it, yearning for what was to come. The thrill of submission, of surrendering to Master’s desires was far more intoxicating than I’d ever imagined. It was a potent cocktail of pleasure and pain, of humiliation and gratification, and I found myself lost in its depths, drowning in a sea of overwhelming sensation.

The cool air against my slick folds sent a shiver down my spine, the wetness smeared along my thighs a testament to my unwanted arousal. Then, I felt the hard ridge of Master’s cock slide across my entrance, gathering the evidence of my lust. A low groan rumbled from his chest, his fingers digging into my hips.

Suddenly, the blunt head of his cock nudged against my backdoor, eliciting a gasp from me. The apprehension was back, stronger this time, the knowledge of what was to come making my heart pound in my chest. I heard his voice, low and soothing. “This is going to hurt, Jeanie,” he said. “But don’t worry, it’ll start to feel better.”

His words echoed in my head, yet they did little to quell the knot of fear in my stomach. “I… I don’t know, Master,” I stuttered, my voice trembling. “I’m not sure I can…”

But before I could finish, I felt him pushing against me, the head of his cock breaching my tight ring. A sharp cry of pain escaped my lips, my body instinctively trying to retreat from the intrusive sensation. But Master’s grip on my hips was unyielding, holding me in place as he pressed forward.

The intrusion was slow, deliberate, each inch of him stretching me wider, deeper. I felt the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, the raw, burning sensation threatening to overwhelm me. But beneath it all, there was an undercurrent of something else, a twisted pleasure that stemmed from the sheer humiliation and the sense of utter submission.

The fullness in my pussy from the billiard balls intensified, adding to the mounting pressure in my lower body. It felt as if I was being stretched from both sides, a continuous assault on my senses. The strain was becoming unbearable, yet I could not escape it, my body at the mercy of my new Master’s whims.

Master paused, his cock buried halfway inside me. His hands ran soothingly up my back, his voice soft as he said, “Breathe, Jeanie. You’re doing so well.” His reassurances felt hollow, yet there was a small comfort in them. I found myself taking deep, shuddering breaths, trying to adjust to the invasion.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Master’s hands clamped down hard on my sides. I felt him push deeper, his thick cock pushing past my tight ring. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed in the room, a lewd symphony of our illicit activity.

“Ahh! M-Master!” I cried out, my voice trembling as I struggled to keep my knees from buckling. The stretch was too much, too intense. I could feel every ridge, every vein of him as he invaded me, pushing deeper with each thrust. The billiard balls inside my pussy seemed to respond to his movements, shifting, pressing against my sensitive inner walls, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through my veins.

“That’s it, Jeanie,” Master growled, his voice heavy with arousal. “Take my cock. Feel it filling you up.” His words were crude, but they stoked a fire within me. I could feel the humiliation burning in my cheeks, the shame of my compliance only feeding my arousal.

His thrusts grew more intense, each movement making the billiard balls shift inside me. The sensation was indescribable, the fullness inside my pussy and ass reaching a pinnacle. My body was a battleground of conflicting emotions. Pain, pleasure, humiliation… they all intertwined, creating a tapestry of sensory overload.

Suddenly, a sharp slap landed on my ass, causing me to cry out. The sting was unexpected, the sudden pain causing the balls inside me to shift abruptly. I felt one press against my g-spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, pushing me closer to the edge.

I could feel my body tightening around Master’s cock and the billiard balls, the telltale sign of an impending orgasm. The realization scared me. How could I possibly be enjoying this? This was meant to be a punishment, a cruel display of power by Master. But my body was betraying me, responding to his every touch, his every word. The pleasure was becoming more potent, the build-up impossible to deny.

“Just like that,” Master groaned, his hands gripping my hips harder. “You’re so tight, Jeanie. Can you feel how full you are? Can you feel the balls shifting inside you?” His words, as crude as they were, resonated with me, stirring up a flurry of emotions.

“Y-yes, Master,” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. “I can… I can feel them. I can feel everything…”

Master’s grip tightened on my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh. He continued to thrust into me, the rhythm unyielding. Each movement caused the balls inside me to shift, a tantalizing sensation that had my toes curling in response.

“Yes, that’s it. Such a good girl,” he growled, his words causing a strange sense of pride to well up within me. Despite my initial reservations, despite the humiliation and degradation, I was fulfilling my duty to my Master. I was giving him pleasure.

A strangled cry left my lips as Master’s hand came down on my ass once again, the sting causing the balls to shift abruptly. Pleasure coursed through me, my body tightening around his cock and the billiard balls. I could feel my orgasm building, a wave of pleasure threatening to wash over me.

“No, not yet,” Master commanded, his voice firm. His words sent a jolt through me, halting my orgasm in its tracks. I let out a frustrated whimper, but obediently followed his command. The denial only served to heighten my arousal, a sweet torture that left me on the edge.

Master continued to thrust into me, his movements relentless. His thick cock stretched me, filled me to my limit. I could feel the pressure building within me, my body desperate for release.

“Master… please,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I need… I need…”

“You need what, Jeanie?” Master asked, his voice laced with amusement. His cock slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty. The absence of him sent a shiver through me, a shiver of anticipation, of need.

“I need… I need you, Master,” I whispered, the admission causing a rush of heat to rise in my cheeks. Despite my humiliation, despite the degradation, I needed him. I needed to feel him inside me, to feel the pleasure he could provide.

“And you shall have me, Jeanie,” Master declared, his voice full of promise. He moved, positioning himself at my entrance. I braced myself for the intrusion, but nothing could have prepared me for the intense sensation that followed. He pushed into me, filling me to the brim. I cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure blurring into one.

Master’s thrusts resumed, each movement pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a wave of pleasure threatening to wash over me. I clung onto the edge of the pool table, my knuckles turning white from the effort. I could feel the pressure building within me, my body desperate for release.

“Master… I can’t… I can’t hold on…” I gasped, my voice trembling. “Please… let me… let me…”

With a grunt, Master thrust into me one last time, pushing me over the edge. “Now, Jeanie,” he commanded. His words were all I needed. Pleasure washed over me, a powerful wave that had me crying out in ecstasy. My body convulsed around him, the billiard balls shifting within me in response to my orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed onto the pool table, spent and satiated. I could still feel the balls inside me, a reminder of my submission, of my servitude. Despite the physical exhaustion, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. I had fulfilled my duty, I had given my Master pleasure.

As I laid there, panting and trying to collect my thoughts, I felt Master pull out of me, a soft sigh escaping his lips. His hand came to rest on my back, a surprisingly gentle touch after such a rough display.

“Good girl, Jeanie,” he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction. I couldn’t help but smile at his words, despite the lingering sense of humiliation. I had pleased him, and that was all that mattered. I was a genie, after all, and my purpose was to serve my master.

“Leave the balls inside you for now, Jeanie,” Master commanded, a devilish grin on his face. I swallowed hard, feeling the objects shift slightly within me. The command, though difficult to comply with, did not surprise me. After all, Master derived pleasure from seeing me in such a state.

“Let’s get some fresh air,” he said, gesturing towards the balcony. His hand went to my lower back, urging me to stand. I hesitated for a moment, acutely aware of the fullness and weight inside me. However, a small nod from Master had me moving.

I rose slowly, my legs shaking slightly from our previous activities. I could feel the balls shift inside me with every movement, a constant reminder of what I had just been through. I swallowed hard, fighting the blush that threatened to spread across my cheeks. It was difficult not to feel self-conscious, despite the knowledge that this was exactly what Master wanted.

As we walked towards the balcony, I could feel the cool air against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. Despite my humiliation, I couldn’t help but relish in the feeling. It was a small piece of normality in the midst of the debauchery.

The balcony was a beautiful space, overlooking the cityscape with an uninterrupted view. The lights twinkled like stars in the night sky, a stunning sight that momentarily distracted me from the situation. Master’s hand moved from my lower back to my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his naked body against mine, a sensation that caused a strange flutter in my stomach.

“We have quite the view,” Master murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His words echoed my thoughts, a shared sentiment that surprised me. Despite his cruel actions, Master had a surprising appreciation for beauty.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel the fullness inside me, the weight of the balls reminding me of my submission. Despite my discomfort, there was a certain satisfaction in knowing that I was serving my master.

“We should get you cleaned up, Jeanie,” Master finally said, pulling away from me. His eyes roamed over my body, lingering on the sensitive areas that he had so thoroughly enjoyed.

“Yes, Master,” I murmured, a shiver running down my spine. As I followed Master back into the penthouse, I couldn’t help but wonder what he had in store for me next. As much as I hated to admit it, a part of me was excited by the anticipation. Despite the degradation and humiliation, I was beginning to understand the perverse pleasure that Master derived from his control over me. And perhaps, just perhaps, I was starting to derive some pleasure from it as well.

“Let’s find our bedroom, shall we?” Master proposed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Despite the suggestion being so ordinary, I knew that the implications were far from it. I could feel the billiard balls still nestled within me, a heavy reminder of his control.

“Yes, Master,” I responded obediently, following him through the penthouse. As we explored the opulent space, I could feel the balls shifting within me. Their weight was a constant sensation, an unusual discomfort that I was growing accustomed to.

Upon discovering the master bedroom, Master directed me to lie on the plush, king-size bed. His words were soft, a stark contrast to the hardness in his eyes. As I laid down, I could feel the balls pressing against my inner walls, causing a strange mix of pain and pleasure.

His hands glided along my abdomen, tracing the curves of my body. When his fingers reached my lower stomach, he could feel the hard balls within me. He pressed down, a slight smirk on his face. The pressure was unexpected, causing me to gasp.

“It’s incredible to feel them inside you,” Master mused, his fingers pressing harder. The sensation was intense, a blend of discomfort and pleasure that made my heart race. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape my lips.

“Spread your legs, Jeanie. I want you to push them out, one by one,” Master commanded. His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. I complied, my body shaking slightly as I braced myself for the task.

The sensation of pushing out the first ball was overwhelming, a rush of pressure and relief that made me gasp. The second one followed shortly, accompanied by a similar wave of sensations. By the third one, I had grown accustomed to the rhythm, the pattern of pressure and relief that filled my body with a unique kind of pleasure.

With the final ball, I felt an utter void inside me. The absence of the balls left me feeling empty, a stark contrast to the intense fullness I had experienced earlier. I could feel my inner muscles clenching, trying to adjust to the sudden lack of presence.

As I laid there, feeling both relieved and hollow, I wondered what Master had planned next. Despite the intensity of our activities, I knew that this was just the beginning. A sense of anticipation filled me, a strange blend of dread and excitement that left me craving for more.

As I lay on the bed, exposed and breathing heavily, Master looked at me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He took in the sight of my flushed body, seemingly relishing the scene before him.

“You look beautiful, Jeanie,” he said, his voice heavy with lust. “So open… so vulnerable.”

His words echoed through the room, reverberating off the opulent walls of the penthouse. Despite the humiliation and discomfort, I felt a spark of pride at his praise. My mind wrestled with the conflicting emotions, struggling to reconcile the pleasure with the degradation.

Master moved closer, his hand tracing along my thigh, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin. The casual intimacy of the touch was at odds with the earlier events, and it left me with a strange sense of insecurity. How was I supposed to navigate this complex relationship?

His fingers then found their way between my legs, causing me to tense up. He stroked me gently, eliciting a moan from my lips. The pleasure was a welcome distraction, and I found myself getting lost in the sensation.

“Look at you,” Master murmured, his fingers tracing my intimate folds. “Begging for more already.”

I blushed, averting my eyes in embarrassment. Despite his cruel words, I could not deny the truth in them. My body was betraying me, yearning for his touch, craving the pleasure he was capable of eliciting.

He laughed then, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel him moving away, leaving me aching for his touch. A sense of anticipation filled me as I heard the rustle of sheets.

“Get some rest, Jeanie,” he finally said, his voice soft yet commanding. “You’ll need it.”

With a sigh, I closed my eyes, feeling a strange sense of emptiness as the adrenaline wore off. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, exhaustion quickly overcame me. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for me.

~John~

The faint streams of morning sunlight filtered through the large, glass windows, illuminating the penthouse in soft, warm hues. As my eyes fluttered open, I found myself grinning, feeling an exhilarating rush of energy.

Lying next to me was my genie – my own personal genie. Jeanie. Her body was sprawled out on the satin sheets, the morning light catching the soft contours of her naked form. She was still fast asleep, her face serene in slumber.

I shifted, propping myself on an elbow as I took in her appearance. God, she was exquisite. At 5’9, her height was enticing. Petite yet shapely, her body was a work of art. But her breasts… they were a sight to behold. Each one was the size of a small watermelon, their fullness almost obscene, yet oddly perfect. There was not a hint of sag to them, standing proudly on her chest, their peaks tempting me.

A sense of awe washed over me as I realized the extent of my luck. I, John, had my own personal genie. I had her at my beck and call, ready to fulfill my wildest fantasies. The prospect sent a thrill of anticipation running down my spine.

Pushing the sheets aside, I turned to Jeanie. “Wake up, gorgeous,” I said, nudging her gently. Her eyes fluttered open, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and apprehension. “I think we should go shopping today. You need some outfits that’ll showcase that stunning body of yours.”

Her eyes widened slightly at my words, but she nodded, pushing herself up into a sitting position.

“Before we go though,” I added, smirking at her, “I think I need a bit of morning delight.” I guided her head towards my lower body, the anticipation building within me. “Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

With a soft sigh, Jeanie leaned forward, her hands reaching for the waistband of my boxer briefs. As I laid back, allowing her to take the lead, I found myself grinning, eager for what the day would bring.

The morning sun was high in the sky by the time we ventured into the bustling city. I steered Jeanie into an array of high-end clothing boutiques, the kind of places where the garments cost more than what some people earned in a month.

As Jeanie trailed behind me, I reveled in the prospect of dressing her up in whatever my heart desired. The boutiques were a treasure trove of potential outfits – from skimpy mini dresses to plunging bodysuits and scandalously tight skirts.

“You know, Jeanie,” I mused, holding up a skin-tight, red dress against her frame, “I’m curious. What did my grandfather have you wear usually?”

She blinked at me, her expression guarded. “Master preferred professional business attire for me. Pencil skirts, blouses, that kind of thing.”

I snorted, the image of Jeanie in boring office wear completely at odds with the vision I had for her. “Well, we’re definitely not going down that route,” I declared, tossing the dress into the growing pile of clothes for her to try on.

The first shop we visited was awash with colorful summer outfits – perfect for showcasing Jeanie’s curves. As she came out of the fitting room wearing a tight, white crop top that barely covered her breasts, paired with a tiny denim skirt, I couldn’t help but whistle in appreciation.

“Damn, Jeanie,” I drawled, eyeing her appreciatively. “You look hot.”

She blushed, fidgeting slightly under my gaze. “Master, this outfit is… revealing.”

“Exactly,” I replied, a smirk pulling at my lips. I enjoyed the flush of embarrassment on her cheeks, the way her eyes darted nervously around the store. “And just for that comment, you’re definitely getting it.”

At another boutique, I ***********ed a black bodycon dress with a plunging neckline. When Jeanie stepped out of the fitting room, the dress clinging to every curve of her body, the sight of her was breath-taking. I noticed the way heads turned to stare at her, the lustful glances thrown our way. It was a perverse pleasure to have others covet what was mine.

As the day wore on, we moved from one shop to another, each purchase more provocative than the last. It was thrilling, picking out clothes for Jeanie – a sort of power play that made my heart race. And from the heated glances she shot my way, it was clear that despite her reservations, Jeanie was not entirely immune to the heady atmosphere either.

By the time the city lights started twinkling against the darkening sky, Jeanie was the proud owner of an entirely new, scandalously revealing wardrobe. As we headed back to the penthouse, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration. Today was just the beginning of our adventures, and I couldn’t wait to see where our journey would take us.

Following our spree in the women’s sections, we moved onto the men’s. I was in desperate need of a few tailored suits myself and some upscale casual wear to go with my newfound wealth and lifestyle. I found a well-known local tailor shop that offered precisely what I was looking for, and we made our way in.

As the tailor took my measurements, making small talk about the weather and current affairs, I could hardly keep my eyes off Jeanie. Dressed in her most recent purchase, she looked nothing short of delicious. The shirt she wore was a designer piece – tight, with a few strategic tears that revealed just enough skin to be tantalizing. The low cut neckline allowed for a breathtaking view of her cleavage, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra made it even more enticing. Just barely, her dark nipples were visible through the material. It was erotic, to say the least.

Below, she had slipped into a pair of short, designer denim shorts that left little to the imagination. Her long, lean legs seemed to stretch on forever, and the black thong peeking from the waistband was the cherry on top of this sinful ensemble.

“You okay, Jeanie?” I called out to her, catching the nervous flicker in her eyes. She seemed acutely aware of the lustful gazes following her around the store.

“I’m… I’m okay, Master,” she stuttered, her cheeks flushed. But I could see her discomfort. It was clear as day in her body language, the way she fidgeted and tugged on her shorts in a futile attempt to cover herself.

“Good,” I replied nonchalantly, trying to mask my amusement. I loved this game of cat and mouse, this push and pull of power. It was intoxicating.

Once my fitting was complete, I ***********ed a few stylish suits in various shades, a couple of classy dress shirts, and some designer jeans. As we waited for my purchases to be prepared, I continued to enjoy the spectacle of Jeanie squirming in her revealing outfit. The more she tugged at her clothing, the more I was entertained.

As we exited the tailor shop, our arms laden with bags, I couldn’t help but glance over at Jeanie. The way the cool night air caused her nipples to harden under the fabric of her shirt, the way her thong peeked out from her shorts – it was an alluring sight, one that filled me with anticipation for what was to come.

Jeanie may have been uncomfortable dressed in such a provocative manner, but it was a discomfort I relished. The attention she was garnering, the power play between us, was intoxicating. Today had been a taste of the pleasures to come, and I couldn’t wait for more.

After leaving the tailor, we ventured into an adult store located a couple of blocks down. Jeanie’s eyes widened as she took in the array of sex toys, bondage gear, and erotic paraphernalia that filled the store. It was clear she’d never set foot in a place like this before.

“Why so surprised, Jeanie?” I teased, my eyes scanning the shelves with interest. “Have you never been to a sex shop before?”

“No, Master,” she confessed, her eyes fixed on a display of vibrators. “I haven’t.”

The idea of a sex room back at the penthouse had been forming in my mind ever since Jeanie came into my life, and this place was a goldmine for ideas. I picked up various items, inspecting them before placing them back on the shelves.

A series of whips and paddles caught my attention, and I picked up a black leather flogger. “What do you think about this?” I asked Jeanie, swinging it gently in the air. She looked at it, uncertainty flashing in her eyes.

“It looks… intense,” she replied carefully, her gaze dropping to the floor.

After a good hour of browsing, I had collected an assortment of toys and ideas. A sex swing, bondage ropes, a few anal plugs, various dildos and vibrators, and an assortment of BDSM gear – all ideas I wanted Jeanie to materialize when we got back to the penthouse.

Jeanie was visibly uncomfortable, her face reddening as she caught sight of the explicit packaging and graphic images around the store. But her discomfort only amplified my excitement. I couldn’t wait to bring all these new toys and ideas to life, to explore all the different ways I could take advantage of my personal genie.

As we exited the store, my mind was already racing with ideas. I led Jeanie back to the limo and gave her a smirk. “I hope you’re ready for later,” I warned as the limo pulled away from the curb, heading back to our penthouse.

As the doors of the lobby elevator slid open, we stepped inside and were soon joined by another family. A man and a woman, both in their early forties, and a young woman who looked to be about eighteen. She was stunning – petite with chestnut curls cascading down her shoulders, emerald green eyes and an infectious smile.

I watched as the father pressed the button for the floor just beneath ours, and I extended my hand to him. “John,” I introduced myself. “And this is Jeanie. We just moved in upstairs.”

The man shook my hand, introducing himself as Mark. His wife, Larissa, offered us warm smiles and the daughter, Emily, nodded in greeting. They looked affluent, dressed in designer clothing, and carrying an air of sophistication.

“We’re your new neighbors,” I added with a smile, leaning casually against the wall of the elevator.

“That’s wonderful,” Larissa replied, her eyes twinkling. “It’s always nice to have new faces in the building. What brings you two to the city?”

I chuckled, glancing at Jeanie before answering. “Adventure, I suppose. A change of scenery.”

As we continued our small talk, I couldn’t help but let my eyes stray to Emily. She was indeed stunning. Petite, a little shorter than Jeanie, with a slender, athletic build. Her tight jeans accentuated her well-toned legs and her fitted blouse left little to the imagination.

Once we reached their floor, I threw out an invitation. “You know, we’re having a small dinner tonight at our place. Nothing fancy. It would be nice if you could join us. Get to know the neighbors and all.”

Mark and Larissa exchanged glances before Mark replied, “That sounds wonderful, John. We’d be delighted to join.”

As the doors slid open, I watched them step out, Emily trailing behind her parents. “See you tonight then,” I said, the doors closing, leaving Jeanie and me alone in the elevator once more.

Jeanie turned to me, looking surprised. “Dinner? We don’t even have a kitchen set up.”

I looked at her, smirking. “That’s what I have you for, isn’t it?” I said. The elevator ride continued in silence, leaving me to my thoughts, my eyes glancing over at Jeanie’s revealing attire, and my mind wandering back to the young Emily.

“No doubt about it,” I said, my mind still lingering on the image of Emily, “She was sexy.”

“Who?” Jeanie asked, her brows furrowed in confusion, “The mother?”

I chuckled, shaking my head, “No, not the mother. The daughter.”

“Emily?” she asked, her surprise evident. “She’s just a child, John.”

I grinned at her, amused at her reaction. “She’s eighteen, Jeanie. Legally an adult.”

Jeanie was silent, visibly taken aback. I watched her, a mischievous glint in my eye. I knew what I was implying was wrong. But there was something thrilling about crossing lines, about exploring uncharted territories, about flirting with the forbidden.

“Anyway,” I said, dismissing the topic with a wave of my hand, “That’s not what I was thinking about.”

Jeanie eyed me, clearly skeptical. “Really? Then what were you thinking about?”

“Tonight,” I replied, a wicked smile on my face. “Tonight is going to be fun.”

Her gaze remained locked onto mine, her expression wary, but she didn’t protest. She had no choice but to follow my lead.

I was looking forward to the evening, to having our new neighbors over for dinner, to seeing Emily again. It was going to be an interesting night.

Waving my hand around the spacious room, I watched as Jeanie took in the sight. The walls were a neutral shade of gray, matching the carpeted floor. Large windows lined one side of the room, flooding it with natural light. It was a blank canvas, ready to be personalized.

“I want this place to feel more like home,” I said, walking over to a large, abstract painting that hung on the wall. “Not too many changes, just enough to make it our own.”

Jeanie nodded, her gaze flicking around the room. Her hands began to move in fluid motions, her face concentrated. Before my eyes, the painting changed into a stunning portrait of a sunset over the ocean, the colors vibrant and alive. I smiled, pleased with the transformation.

“Good,” I praised her, my eyes drinking in the new art piece. “Now let’s make the living room more inviting.”

For the next couple of hours, we worked together, making minor changes here and there. Jeanie used her powers to manipulate the interior, adding personal touches that transformed the penthouse into our home. A new rug here, a couple of bookshelves there, even a large, cozy fireplace in the living area.

After the penthouse was to my liking, I led Jeanie downstairs to a sizable room. It was vacant except for a large, plush carpet that covered the floor and a small, round table in one corner.

“I want this to be our special room,” I declared, looking at her expectantly. “Our dungeon.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and I could see a hint of apprehension in her gaze. “Our… dungeon?” She repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s right,” I confirmed, grinning wickedly. “I want you to use your powers to transform this room into our own private, pleasure den.”

Her face paled slightly, but she nodded, raising her hands to begin her magic. I could tell she was uneasy, but she didn’t voice any objections. She had no choice but to obey. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me. This was only the beginning.

With a deep breath, Jeanie began to move her hands in the air. I watched as the room started to shift and transform. The stark white walls turned a deep crimson, making the room feel immediately more intimate. Recessed lights appeared in the ceiling, giving off a soft, warm glow.

A large, luxurious bed materialized in the center of the room, adorned with plush pillows and silky, black sheets. Against one wall, various contraptions appeared – a St. Andrew’s Cross, a spanking bench, and a large mirror that covered the entire wall.

Jeanie paused, looking back at me with a question in her eyes. I nodded approvingly, motioning for her to continue. She swallowed hard, then turned back to the room. A cabinet materialized against another wall, filled with various toys – whips, paddles, ropes, handcuffs, and more.

As I looked around, my heart pounded with anticipation. This was more than I could have imagined. I watched Jeanie closely as she completed the transformation. I was curious to see her reaction, to understand how she felt about this new development.

“You did well, Jeanie,” I said, my voice low as I glanced around the room. Her body was stiff, and she avoided my gaze, her eyes locked on the floor. She was uncomfortable, that much was clear. But I didn’t care. This was all part of my plan.

With the ‘dungeon’ ready, I led her back upstairs. “Get cleaned up,” I instructed. “We have company coming over later.” I wanted her to look perfect, to play the part of the doting girlfriend for our new neighbors.

While she bathed, I busied myself with setting the table and preparing for our guests. My mind kept drifting back to Emily, the petite eighteen-year-old who lived downstairs. I imagined what it would be like to have her in our new room, under my control. A wicked smile played on my lips at the thought.

As the evening approached, I found myself filled with a mix of anticipation and excitement. This was just the start. I was only beginning to understand the extent of what I could do with Jeanie’s powers. And I had every intention of exploring them to their fullest.

~Jeanie~

As I moved around the kitchen, my mind buzzed with Master’s instructions. He’d detailed a four-course meal – nothing too extravagant, but definitely designed to impress. As I waved my hand over the kitchen counter, the dishes he’d requested appeared: a salad with vinaigrette, a clam chowder, a rack of lamb with a red wine sauce, and a chocolate mousse for dessert.

Even though the process required no physical effort on my part, I felt mentally exhausted. His every whim was becoming my command, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I was no longer a person with my own desires or autonomy. I was his tool, his toy.

Despite this, I was careful not to let my displeasure show. Master liked me obedient and agreeable. The memory of the billiard balls from the previous night sent a shiver down my spine. It was a clear reminder of how far he would go to assert his dominance.

As I finished setting up the dishes, I overheard Master talking on the phone.

“Yes, Mark, seven sounds good. We look forward to having you all,” he said, his voice oozing charm. I knew better, though. Behind that façade was a man capable of unthinkable things.

After he hung up, he walked into the kitchen. His eyes swept over the dishes and then landed on me. “Good job, Jeanie,” he said, and there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes that made me nervous. It was the same look he’d had when he’d eyed Emily earlier.

As I tidied up the kitchen, his words about Emily echoed in my mind. The thought of what he might do to her filled me with dread. I was helpless, bound to obey his commands. But she wasn’t. She was just an innocent young girl who happened to live in the same building.

As the time for dinner approached, I slipped into a slinky black dress that Master had picked out for me. It was provocatively tight, and the low neckline did nothing to hide my enhanced assets. The dress was yet another reminder of how Master wanted me – not as a person, but as a pleasing object to show off.

While I waited for the guests to arrive, I sat on the couch in the living room, my mind wandering back to my previous Master. He had been kind, even loving. He had never taken advantage of me like this. He had treated me like a friend, not a possession. As I stared at the open door, waiting for the guests to arrive, I wondered if I’d ever feel that kind of care again.

With a sigh, I shook myself from my thoughts. There was no use in dwelling in the past. I had to focus on the present, on playing the part Master wanted me to play. For now, that was all I could do. I got up off the couch and made my way back into the kitchen to make sure everything was ready and presentable.

Turning my attention back to the simmering pots on the stove, I made sure everything was still under control. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Master enter the room, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of me.

“Damn, Jeanie,” he said, his voice a low drawl that did nothing to hide his obvious delight. “You sure look good enough to eat.”

Before I could respond, his hands were on me. I stiffened as he ran a hand up the curve of my backside, his grip firm. His fingers continued their exploration, hiking the hem of my dress and sliding beneath. I could feel his fingers tracing the bare skin of my sex, the intimacy of his touch making me feel both exposed and uncomfortably excited.

His hand came away, landing a sharp slap on my backside. The sound echoed through the silent kitchen, making me jump. He laughed at my reaction, a sound that was more mocking than anything else.

“Ready for a fun night?” he asked, his voice too close to my ear. I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding in response. I could hardly form the words, my mind still reeling from his touch.

“I… Yes, Master,” I managed, a subtle tremor in my voice that I hoped he didn’t notice. He didn’t need to know how much his actions affected me, how much they humiliated me.

He pulled away from me, crossing the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. “Remember, call me John, while we have company,” he instructed, not even bothering to look at me as he spoke. “I’m your boyfriend.”

The thought of pretending to be in a romantic relationship with him made me feel sick. But I nodded, doing my best to keep my expression neutral. “Yes, John,” I said, the unfamiliar name feeling strange on my lips.

He smirked at me over his shoulder, clearly satisfied. He poured himself a glass of wine, leaving me in the kitchen with my thoughts as he sauntered off to enjoy the rest of his evening. All I could do was brace myself for the night ahead, and hope for the best.

I heard the doorbell chime throughout the penthouse, echoing off the high ceilings and polished marble floors. I quickly gave the vegetables a final stir before leaving the kitchen to open the door. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked, every step seeming to echo louder than the last.

Upon opening the door, I was greeted by Mark, Larissa, and their daughter, Emily. They were all impeccably dressed, their clothes clearly high-end designer pieces. I smiled at them, hoping that my mask of cordiality didn’t slip.

“Good evening,” I greeted, trying to inject as much warmth as I could muster into my voice. “Please, come in.”

They all filed into the penthouse, their eyes wide as they took in their surroundings. Mark was the first to speak, his voice filled with awe.

“This place is incredible,” he said, his eyes scanning the lavish interior of the penthouse. “You two must be doing well for yourselves.”

“I’d say we’re comfortable,” John said, entering the room. He crossed over to the newcomers, a welcoming smile on his face. “Good to see you again, Mark, Larissa. And Emily, you look lovely.”

Emily blushed at his compliment, a shy smile playing on her lips as she looked down at the floor. The sight made my stomach churn.

We all settled into the dining area, the large table filled with an array of dishes that I had prepared. Conversation flowed easily throughout the meal, though I couldn’t help but notice the way John’s gaze kept straying to Emily.

“So, Jeanie, how did you two meet?” Larissa asked, breaking into my thoughts. I glanced at John, hoping for some sort of guidance.

“We… met at a party,” I lied smoothly. “It was love at first sight.”

John laughed at that, his arm snaking around my waist. “That it was,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I forced a smile, pushing down the revulsion that threatened to rise within me.

As the evening wore on, the tension within me only seemed to grow. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease, the sense of foreboding that lingered at the back of my mind. And every time I caught John looking at Emily, it only seemed to grow stronger.

As the dinner proceeded, Mark engaged John in a lively conversation about their respective careers. Mark, it turned out, was a successful hedge fund manager while Larissa ran a high-end boutique in the city. Their life, much like the life John was shaping for us, was clearly one of luxury and privilege. Emily, a freshman at a local university, was studying art history and was passionate about painting.

John was all charm and charisma, telling tales of his advertising business, of challenging clients and creative victories. I watched him, amazed at how naturally he lied, how effortlessly he wove the narrative of our lives together. Even I, who knew the truth of it all, found myself captivated by his storytelling.

“I must say, Jeanie, this is the best meal I’ve had in a long time,” Larissa complimented, taking another bite of the filet mignon I had prepared.

“Thank you, Larissa. It’s my pleasure,” I responded, forcing a smile onto my face. I caught Emily’s eye, noticing the curiosity in her gaze. She seemed to be studying me, her eyes assessing.

“Your dress is beautiful, Jeanie. Where did you get it?” Emily asked, her voice soft and kind.

“It’s from a boutique downtown. John picked it out,” I answered, shooting a glance at John. He smiled at the mention of his name, his fingers subtly brushing against my thigh under the table.

“The man has taste,” Mark chimed in, raising his glass in a toast. “To good taste and even better company.”

“To good taste and company,” we all echoed, clinking our glasses together. The sound was sharp and clear, ringing throughout the spacious dining room. For a moment, I allowed myself to forget about my reality, about the bizarre and horrific situation I was in.

Emily, I noticed, was watching her parents, a slight frown on her face. She seemed thoughtful, perhaps a little troubled. I wondered what was going through her mind, what she thought of John and me.

“Jeanie, do you work as well?” Emily asked, her gaze focusing on me again.

“I help John with his business,” I replied, a half-truth that felt sour on my tongue. “But my main job is taking care of this home.”

“Sounds like a perfect partnership,” Mark noted approvingly.

“Absolutely,” John concurred, flashing me a smile that was more predatory than affectionate. I felt a shudder run down my spine, a sense of unease settling over me once more.

The rest of the meal passed in a similar manner, with polite conversation and laughter. But beneath it all, beneath the veneer of normality, I could feel the tension, the danger that lurked just beneath the surface. And every time I looked at Emily, so young and full of life, I felt a pang of worry. Of fear for what John might do next.

We moved on from shared stories to a game of charades. The laughter and lively competition filled the room with a pleasant energy. I watched Emily, her face animated as she acted out her clues. She was full of youthful energy, so blissfully unaware of what was happening around her. My heart ached for her.

John pulled me away from the group during one of Emily’s turns. His eyes were intense, his voice low and commanding. “Jeanie, I want Emily to be attracted to me. Make her want me.”

I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. This was wrong, I knew it. I didn’t want to do it. But I had no choice, I was bound to his command. I looked at him, pleading silently, but he didn’t see or didn’t care. I sighed, resigned to my fate, and nodded.

As the game continued, the clues became more suggestive, with an underlying sexual tone that couldn’t be ignored. The atmosphere in the room shifted, tension simmering just under the surface. I noticed Emily blushing more often, her eyes lingering on John. The spell was working.

She acted out a clue that was definitely more provocative than the previous ones. There was an innocence to her actions, an unawareness that only highlighted her youthful beauty.

John, seemingly emboldened by her attention, flirted shamelessly. I watched helplessly as he charmed Emily, his words weaving a spell of their own. He moved closer to her, his hand brushing against hers every so often. Emily’s eyes shone with an unfamiliar light, her cheeks flushed.

I felt a pang of guilt. This wasn’t right, and yet I had no power to stop it. I was just a genie, an entity born to obey. And tonight, it seemed, my powers would be used for something far from innocent.

As the game drew to an end, John’s arm was casually draped around Emily. She was giggling at his whispered jokes, completely under his spell. Her parents, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents, seemed to enjoy the game.

The night drew on, and with each passing moment, my worry for Emily grew. I knew John’s intentions were far from innocent. I knew the true extent of his desires. The night was far from over, and I was terrified of what was to come.

The game carried on, growing more heated and more risqué with every passing round. At one point, Emily’s clue involved a horse rider. In the heat of the moment, with her focus on winning the game, she reached out and mimicked the act of holding reins in her hands, but her aim was a little off. She ended up with her hands too close to John’s crotch. The room fell silent, and I watched as her parents’ faces turned to expressions of shock and disbelief.

“Emily!” her mother exclaimed, a scandalized look on her face.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Emily stuttered, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

John, to his credit, played it off smoothly. He let out a chuckle and brushed it off, “It’s okay, it was just a game.”

Larissa and Mark apologized profusely for their daughter’s actions, clearly taken aback by her behavior. An argument ensued between the parents and Emily. They insisted on leaving while Emily defiantly wanted to stay.

“But mom, dad, it’s early, and it’s just a game!” Emily protested, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and desperation.

“No, young lady, this is unacceptable behavior. We’re leaving,” Mark declared sternly.

Emily turned to John, her eyes pleading, “John, you’re not upset, are you?”

John looked at her, then at her parents. His face held a convincing expression of understanding, “Of course not, Emily. It was an accident. However, I respect your parents’ decision.”

This seemed to fuel Emily’s defiance. She stood her ground, “I’m an adult, I don’t need to go with you.”

The argument continued, but in the end, Emily won. Her parents, clearly disappointed and frustrated, left the apartment, leaving their daughter behind with us.

I felt a shiver of unease as the door closed behind them. I looked at John, then at Emily. She was blissfully unaware of what she had just walked into. I couldn’t shake off the impending sense of dread. What had started as an innocent night had taken a dangerous turn, and I was helpless to stop it.

A hush fell over the room as Emily’s parents left, the sound of the front door closing echoing in the silence. My heart pounded in my chest, my magic sense tingling with the charged atmosphere. Emily looked over at John, her face flushed, her eyes wide. John looked back at her, his eyes dark, intense.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I laid eyes on you,” John said blatantly, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering.

The declaration hung in the air like a ticking bomb. I felt my breath hitch in my throat. The room was so silent, I could almost hear my heart beating against my rib cage. Emily was still staring at John, her eyes wide with surprise… and was that anticipation?

John’s words should have shocked Emily, should have made her run out of the apartment just like her parents did. But she didn’t. Instead, her lips parted slightly, her breath hitching audibly, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.

John’s gaze was fixed on Emily, completely unapologetic about his brazen admission. I stood there, watching the scene unfold, a feeling of dread pooling in my stomach. I couldn’t shake off the unease, the raw tension in the room making me feel uncomfortably alert.

My master had made his intentions clear and it was now up to Emily to respond. But even as I watched her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever happened next was going to change the course of the evening drastically. I found myself worrying for Emily, for what John’s desires could mean for her. But most of all, I worried about the role I’d unwillingly played in all of this. I had used my powers as John had commanded, and now… I could only hope that Emily would be okay.

Despite the uneasy atmosphere, Emily made no move to leave. She glanced at me, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. I wished I could give her some sign, some indication that she wasn’t alone in this. But as a genie, my powers were bound to my master’s commands.

Turning back to John, Emily swallowed hard, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and curiosity. “What… what do you mean, John?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

John’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he took a step towards Emily. “I think you know exactly what I mean, Emily,” he replied, his voice oozing confidence.

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach at his words. I wanted to intervene, to protect Emily, but I couldn’t. I was bound to my master’s wishes. I could only watch as John reached out to touch Emily’s cheek.

She flinched, but didn’t pull away. It was clear that my magic was working on her, making her more receptive to John’s advances. But there was a part of Emily that was still resisting, still fighting against the magic-induced attraction.

“John, I… I don’t…” Emily stammered, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She took a step back, a clear sign of her discomfort.

John didn’t seem to mind her hesitation. In fact, it seemed to amuse him. “Relax, Emily. I’m not going to bite… unless you want me to,” he teased, his words causing Emily’s eyes to widen.

It was at that moment that I realized how far things had gone. My master had used my magic to manipulate this young woman’s feelings, and I was powerless to stop it. I could only stand there, watching as the scene unfolded before me, feeling a pang of guilt with every passing second.

I could only hope that Emily would find the strength to resist, to fight against the magic-induced attraction and escape from my master’s clutches. As I watched Emily, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of sympathy for her. We were both pawns in John’s game, and there was nothing we could do about it.

A look of surprise crossed Emily’s face at John’s direct command. A moment of silent tension hung in the air, her blue eyes flickering with uncertainty.

“Jeanie, make sure Emily does everything I command her, eh?” John turned his attention to me. “And Jeanie – You call me master now.”

“Of course, master,” I responded, my voice a quiet whisper. I didn’t dare meet Emily’s gaze, unable to bear the look of confusion and trepidation that I knew would be reflected there. I reached out with my magic, willing Emily to obey John’s commands. It was a violation of her free will, a grotesque misuse of my power, and it pained me.

“Emily, remove your clothing and don’t say a fucking word until I ask you to say something,” John commanded, his tone casual, as if he were asking her to pass the salt at dinner.

I watched as Emily hesitated for a moment, looking as if she was about to argue. But then, she fell silent. The spell had taken hold of her. With shaky hands, she began to unbutton her blouse, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

She took off her blouse and skirt, dropping them onto the floor. As she stood there in her underwear, I saw a glimpse of the innocent young woman she was. Her skin was pale and flawless, her body petite yet curvaceous. I could see why John was attracted to her.

But as I looked at Emily, I didn’t see a sexual object. I saw a victim. A young woman who was being exploited, her freedom and dignity stripped away from her. I felt a wave of anger wash over me, my fists clenching at my sides. But I was helpless, bound by the rules of my existence to obey my master’s orders.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. “Please, continue,” I told Emily, my voice sounding distant and detached, even to my own ears. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes as she complied, removing the rest of her clothing under John’s watchful gaze.

It was in that moment that I truly understood the powerlessness of my existence. Despite my vast magical abilities, I was nothing more than a tool to be used, an object for my master’s pleasure. And as I looked at Emily, I realized that she was just another victim in this cruel game. The guilt weighed heavily on me, a constant reminder of my own complicity in this twisted situation.

As Emily stood there, naked and vulnerable, John turned his predatory gaze towards her. His eyes raked over her body, drinking in the sight of her exposed flesh. A triumphant grin spread across his face, a clear indication that he was enjoying this moment of absolute control.

“Emily, I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” he began, leaning back in his chair as if he were about to share some mundane piece of trivia. “This smoking hot slut right here isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my genie.”

He gestured towards me, his words hanging heavy in the air. I could see the confusion in Emily’s eyes, mixed with a dose of fear. “She’s completely under my control,” he continued. “And yeah, she’s a real fucking genie.”

He laughed, a cruel sound that echoed around the room. Emily was silent, unable to speak due to the constraints I’d been forced to place on her. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief at John’s revelation. She looked from John to me and back again, the wheels of her mind clearly turning as she tried to process this information.

Unable to express her disbelief verbally, Emily shook her head, a silent plea for this to be some sort of twisted joke. Yet, the cold reality of the situation was all too evident in the predatory gleam in John’s eyes and the helpless submission in mine.

This was not a game, not a joke. It was a chilling reality in which Emily had become an unwilling participant. The young woman, who was once simply enjoying an innocent game of charades, was now standing naked in front of a man who claimed to possess a genie and intended to use her for his twisted fantasies.

As the cruel reality of the situation dawned on her, Emily looked at me, her eyes filled with a silent plea for help. I could only respond with a look of sorrow and regret, my heart aching for her. Despite my powers, I was as helpless as she was in this moment, a pawn in a cruel game of power and control.

John rose from his seat, walking over to the petrified Emily. His gaze never left her as he circled around, his hands flexing in anticipation. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out and touched her.

His hands traced over her body, starting from her shoulder and moving down. They were rough, confident, knowing. He took his time, exploring the curves of her body, tracing every dip and swell with an intimate familiarity.

Emily remained frozen in place, her breath hitching as John’s fingers grazed over her sensitive flesh. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to control her breathing, her eyes wide and fearful as she watched his every move.

“Pretty damn fine,” he mused aloud, his fingers trailing down her waist and onto her hips. His thumb brushed against the curve of her hip, a touch that was both possessive and dismissive at the same time.

His gaze moved from her body up to her face, and he took a moment to study her. His eyes were filled with an almost feral desire, a hunger that made my stomach churn with discomfort.

“But I’ll make you perfect,” he declared, his voice echoing through the silent room. The statement was not a compliment, but a promise, a dark promise of things to come. His fingers paused on her hips, and then with a sly grin, he reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face.

He looked back at me, a knowing smirk on his face. It was a chilling reminder of our situation, a reminder that he held all the cards. That, for now, Emily and I were simply playthings in his twisted game. And all we could do was play along, trapped in a world of his making.

As Master walked behind Emily, I watched him, my heart hammering in my chest. His hands reached around her, large fingers toying with her nipples. Emily’s breath hitched, her eyes growing wider, but she said nothing. Not a peep. Master was in his element.

“Now, Jeanie,” Master began, his voice low and rough as his hands cupped Emily’s breasts, “I think Emily here could use a bit more… enhancement.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I understood what he wanted. On Emily’s small frame, his hands looked massive, and it was clear he intended to make her breasts nearly as large as mine.

“Master, are you sure…” I began, but he cut me off.

“Do it, Jeanie. Make them grow,” he ordered.

I couldn’t deny the command. With a deep breath, I let my power flow through me, directed it at Emily. Her body shuddered as the magic took hold, and Master’s hands pushed out further as her breasts began to grow. His smirk grew as he felt them swell in his hands, the sight of Emily’s transformation fueling his desire.

“Yes, that’s it,” he growled, his fingers kneading her enlarged breasts, “Much better. You’re looking more like a plaything already.” The satisfaction in his voice was chilling.

His comment hit me hard, igniting a flame of defiance within me. I couldn’t let this continue. For Emily’s sake. For my sake. But for now, I was powerless. I could only watch as Emily was moulded under Master’s cruel hands.

Master released his grip from Emily’s enhanced breasts and moved around to face her, his eyes alight with a dangerous sort of thrill. Squatting down to Emily’s level, he raised his hands and delicately pinched both of her nipples.

“Jeanie,” he chided, “You seem to have forgotten about the nipples.”

My stomach churned at the way he talked, so casually, as if he were instructing me on the proper way to fold a napkin. I could feel Emily’s confusion, her fear radiating off her in waves. But as per Master’s earlier command, she couldn’t voice any of it. She was trapped, just as I was.

“Fix it,” he ordered.

With a nod, I swallowed the lump in my throat and compiled. I wished there was a way to communicate to Emily, to let her know I was sorry, that I didn’t want any of this. But all I could do was use my power, molding her nipples to Master’s preference.

Master gave a satisfied grunt as he felt Emily’s nipples respond, growing larger and harder under his touch. The look on his face was one of pure male satisfaction, and it made me sick.

“Much better,” he said, his gaze never leaving Emily. His hands roamed over her body again, his touch making her shiver, and I could tell he was far from finished. His excitement was palpable.

The night was still young, and Master had many more games in mind. And all I could do was obey and watch, my heart heavy with the knowledge that Emily was just another piece in his twisted game.

Still squatting in front of Emily, Master reached around, placing his hands firmly on her petite ass. He looked up at me, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“What do you think of her ass, Jeanie?” he asked, his tone falsely conversational as he squeezed Emily’s cheeks.

My eyes darted to Emily’s ass and then back to Master’s face. I clenched my jaw, hating that he was making me a part of this, forcing me to partake in his objectification of this innocent girl.

“It’s… It’s fine,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

“Hmm,” Master hummed, giving Emily’s ass another squeeze. “I think she may need a bit more.”

There was no question in his voice, no room for argument. He was telling me what he wanted, not asking my opinion. I took a deep breath, summoning my powers once more.

Slowly, under Master’s hands, Emily’s ass started to grow. It filled out, becoming rounder, fuller. It was done subtly, to keep her balance and not to look out of proportion with her petite frame, but the difference was significant.

Master’s grin broadened as he felt the change, his hands kneading the new flesh appreciatively. I watched his fingers dig into Emily’s now plump ass, my heart sinking. I had done this. I had changed her to please him, at the expense of her dignity.

I didn’t like the feeling, the guilt and the powerlessness. But most of all, I didn’t like the dark gleam in Master’s eyes as he surveyed his new plaything, pleased with the changes he had ordered me to make. Emily was becoming just another toy for him, and I was the one being forced to mold her to his perverse desires.

Master’s finger continued its intrusive journey across Emily’s bare skin, heading towards her womanhood, a neat triangle of dark hair. “Remove the pubes,” he ordered casually, not even looking at me.

I felt a flush of humiliation on Emily’s behalf, but I did as I was told. With a swift wave of my hand, the hairs disappeared, leaving Emily’s intimate area as bare as a newborn.

Master’s eyes flickered with amusement as he saw the change, his fingers coming dangerously close to her entrance. Then, he turned to Emily, his voice suddenly soft, almost gentle. “Tell me, Emily,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. “Have you ever been with a man?”

Emily jerked, looking up at Master with wide, terrified eyes. She stuttered, her lips moving soundlessly for a moment before she managed to speak. “N-n-no,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

A predatory grin split Master’s face at her admission, making me clench my fists in impotent rage. “Well, aren’t you in for a treat?” he chuckled, his eyes glinting darkly.

I watched Emily, her eyes brimming with fear and confusion. She was so young, so innocent, and here she was, trapped in a nightmare that was fast becoming reality. I could see the realization dawning in her eyes, the understanding of what was about to happen. And yet, she couldn’t do anything about it. Just like me, she was trapped in Master’s cruel game.

I felt my heart constrict in my chest, a sense of helplessness washing over me. I was a genie, supposedly one of the most powerful beings in existence, and yet I couldn’t protect this innocent girl from the man who held my leash.

My eyes darted to Master, watching as he stood, his hands falling from Emily’s body. He turned to me, his eyes burning with an unholy glee. “Jeanie,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Prepare Emily for me.”

The order hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me winded. I looked at Emily, her wide-eyed terror mirroring my own feelings of despair. And yet, I knew I couldn’t refuse Master’s order. I was bound to him, forced to obey his every command.

I moved towards Emily, my mind racing as I tried to find a way to lessen the torment she was about to endure. As I neared her, I looked into her eyes, my own filled with apology. “I’m so sorry, Emily,” I whispered, before laying my hands on her, ready to follow Master’s orders.

Master’s voice cut through the tense silence as I moved between Emily’s trembling thighs, her small gasp filling the room as my tongue made contact with her intimate area. “Jeanie,” he called, his tone casual, as if he was asking me about the weather. “As she currently is, would she be able to take all of me, as I am, without permanent damage?”

I paused in my ministrations, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. Master was not a small man, and Emily… Emily was petite and untouched. The thought of what he wanted to do to her made my stomach churn with disgust.

“No,” I replied, my voice barely audible. My answer seemed to please Master, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

“Well then,” he said, his voice filled with cruel amusement. “I suppose we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”

The blood drained from my face at his words. He was planning on using my powers to alter Emily’s body, to make her more accommodating to him. I couldn’t bear the thought, but I knew I had no choice.

My eyes fell on Emily, her face pale and frightened. Her eyes begged me silently, pleading for some form of mercy. With a heavy heart, I prepared myself to do as Master commanded, to prepare Emily’s body for what was to come.

“I’m sorry, Emily,” I whispered again, my voice choked with emotion. I raised my hand, focusing on her body, on the changes Master wanted me to make.

With a simple wave of my hand, I did as Master commanded. The reality of my actions sunk into me, filling me with a deep, gnawing guilt. Emily was not a toy, she was a living, breathing woman who deserved far better than this. But under Master’s control, I was helpless to do anything but follow his orders.

And so, I watched in silent horror as Master advanced on Emily, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam. He was about to take her, to claim her innocence for his own. And all I could do was watch.

I watched as Master stood before Emily, his eyes piercing into hers. He was calm, his demeanor collected, despite the intense situation. Emily, on the other hand, looked like a frightened doe, caught in the headlights of an approaching car.

“Tell me, Emily,” Master said, his voice deceptively gentle, “what’s on your mind? Are you ready?”

Emily froze at the question, her wide eyes flicking between him and me. I saw her swallow, her throat bobbing as she searched for the words.

“I… I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. It was the most honest response she could give, yet it only seemed to amuse Master further.

He tilted his head, studying her with an inscrutable gaze. “That’s alright, Emily,” he responded, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “It’s your first time. It’s normal to be nervous.”

He paused, his gaze never leaving hers. “But let me assure you,” he continued, his voice lowering to a sultry whisper, “I will make sure you enjoy this. You just have to trust me.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words. The arrogance, the audacity of his claim was appalling. But then again, this was Master we were talking about. Empathy was not one of his strong suits.

Emily was silent for a moment, her gaze shifting to the floor. After a while, she nodded, albeit reluctantly. It was clear she was not fully onboard, but she was too afraid to defy Master’s orders. My heart clenched in sympathy. No one should ever be put in such a position, especially not someone as innocent as Emily.

“Good,” Master replied, his tone satisfied. “Now, let’s begin, shall we?” His words sent a chill down my spine, but I knew better than to object. This was happening, whether I liked it or not. All I could do was hope that Emily would be alright.

As Master began to undress, his back towards Emily, she seemed to relax just slightly. Her gaze was fixated on him, wide-eyed and filled with a curiosity that was eerily reminiscent of a lamb being led to the slaughter.

He removed his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his back. Then, he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them with ease. Now he stood in just his boxers. I knew what was coming next, and part of me wanted to shield Emily from the sight. But I also knew that any attempt at intervention would be in vain.

Master turned to face Emily. As his boxers slid down his thighs, revealing his impressive manhood, I watched as Emily’s eyes widened in shock and fear. She gasped audibly, her gaze darting away from him, only to be drawn back almost magnetically.

“Quite the sight, isn’t it?” Master said, a cruel grin spreading across his face. His words seemed to awaken Emily from her stupor, her face reddening in embarrassment.

“I… I…” Emily stammered, her gaze shifting awkwardly from Master to me and back again. “I’ve never…”

“I know, Emily,” Master cut her off, his voice low and filled with unspoken promises. “But don’t worry… you’ll learn.”

I watched as Master’s grin widened, his gaze roaming over Emily’s body, taking in every reaction. Despite the situation, Emily remained quiet, her eyes wide as she gazed upon Master in a mix of fear and curiosity.

As Master approached Emily, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creeping up my spine. I knew what was to come, and all I could do was hope that Emily would somehow find the strength to endure it.

The wave of relief that washed over me when Master gave me permission to remove Emily’s restraint was palpable. I immediately complied, turning my focus onto Emily, allowing her to regain control over her body and voice.

Emily’s limbs seemed to tremble slightly as she regained her freedom. She tried to move away from Master, but her steps were uncertain, unsure. A clear sign of fear. She quickly found herself falling backwards into the plush couch, her wide, terrified eyes never leaving Master’s figure.

Master chuckled, his gaze on Emily as he slowly advanced towards her. “Now, now, Emily, don’t be scared,” he cooed, the predatory grin never leaving his face. His words felt hollow to me. It was clear that the fear in Emily’s eyes was exactly what he wanted to see. The thrill of the hunt, the pleasure in domination; he was basking in it all.

“No need to be shy, darling,” he continued, his voice barely more than a low, ominous growl. Emily flinched at his words, her lips parting slightly as she tried to whisper a response, yet nothing came out. Her eyes darted around the room, desperately seeking a way out, yet finding none.

Master closed the distance between them, his strong hands coming to rest on her trembling knees. His touch seemed to spark a reaction within Emily; she began to struggle, pushing against his chest in an attempt to create some distance. Yet, her actions were futile. Master was much stronger, and his grip held her in place.

The fear in Emily’s eyes became even more apparent, but there was something else there too, something I hadn’t noticed before. An underlying spark of defiance, a sense of rebellion. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope. Perhaps Emily wasn’t as helpless as she seemed. Perhaps she had the strength to endure what was to come, just as I had learned to do. But, for now, all I could do was watch, silently cheering her on as the night progressed.

Master’s actions were swift and rough. Before Emily could react, he had picked her up as if she weighed nothing, tossing her onto her stomach. His strength was on full display as he effortlessly pulled her legs off the edge of the couch. All of a sudden, he was behind her, positioning himself to take her from behind.

It was hard to believe that Master would go this far, that he could be this… callous. And yet, as he aligned himself with her entrance, there was no denying it. I could see his large manhood, already hard, pressing against her.

Emily whimpered softly as she felt the pressure against her. I knew that sound all too well; it was the sound of someone about to be taken for the first time. The sound of someone on the brink of losing their innocence.

Despite the thick wave of dread that washed over me, I remained silent. I couldn’t do anything to stop him. All I could do was watch helplessly as Master prepared to take Emily. My gaze flickered towards Emily, her face was buried in the cushion, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the couch tightly.

Even in the midst of the horrifying spectacle unfolding before me, I couldn’t help but notice a certain quality in Emily’s form. Her once small breasts, now enhanced to a size that seemed to defy gravity, bobbed slightly with each terrified breath she took. The sight of her struggling beneath Master was one I knew I would never forget.

As Master moved closer, positioning himself at her entrance, he cast a glance my way. There was a glint of dark pleasure in his eyes, a twisted satisfaction that made my stomach churn. I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. I couldn’t bring myself to watch, to bear witness to the impending violation. But, as Master’s slave, I had no choice but to stand by and obey his commands. My heart ached for Emily, for the pain she was about to endure, the loss she was about to experience. But, for now, I could only pray for her strength and resilience.

As Master began to press himself against Emily’s entrance, I could hear her whimpering become more intense. It was a dreadful symphony of sorts – the combination of her muffled cries and the soft rustling of the couch fabric.

“Relax, Emily,” Master whispered, his voice filled with a chilling mixture of lust and anticipation. “The more you struggle, the worse it’s going to be.”

His words had an immediate effect. Emily’s body stiffened, her fingers digging into the plush fabric of the couch. I watched as her body tensed, ready to resist the invasion that was about to occur. But there was no escaping Master’s lustful intentions.

Just as I thought Master would thrust into her, he paused. His grip on Emily’s hips tightened and he began to tease her entrance with his member, brushing against it without actually penetrating. It was a torturous anticipation that kept Emily on edge, her body trembling with both fear and anticipation.

Suddenly, without any warning, he thrust forward, pushing past her tight barrier. Emily’s gasp of pain was immediately muffled by the couch cushion, her body jerking in response to the sudden intrusion.

Master was unrelenting. He began to thrust slowly, inch by inch, allowing Emily to adjust to his girth. I could see his muscles straining with the effort of maintaining control. Each slow, deliberate thrust was a testament to his power and control.

Emily, on the other hand, was struggling to cope with the pain. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the couch, her body trembling beneath him. It was a sight that filled me with a mix of anger, pity, and guilt. I felt helpless, unable to do anything but watch as Master took what he wanted.

Master then glanced back at me, his gaze filled with a perverse satisfaction. He gave me a wink, a mocking salute to my inability to prevent what was happening.

Watching Emily suffer was a harsh reminder of my own experiences with Master. It felt as if I was reliving my own first time through her. The same pain, the same discomfort, the same overwhelming feeling of violation – it was all too familiar.

Despite the gnawing guilt and anger, I was powerless. All I could do was watch and hope that Emily could endure the ordeal. For now, all I could offer her was my silent support. I found myself praying for her strength, for her to find the resilience to survive this nightmare. But the question remained – would it be enough?

“Jeanie, make sure she’s feeling more pleasure than she thought possible. I’m not that much of a monster,” Master ordered, his words pulling me from my thoughts.

With a silent nod, I cast my gaze back to Emily, who was still trapped under Master’s weight. I swallowed down the lump in my throat and took a deep breath. As much as I wanted to object, to defy him, I knew better. So, I focused my energy, reaching out to Emily with my powers.

The air seemed to ripple, a faint shimmer running across Emily’s quivering form. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the tension in her body easing off slightly. Master gave me a approving nod, continuing his slow, deliberate thrusts.

As I continued to pour my energy into Emily, I saw a shift in her. The cries of pain that had filled the room earlier gradually turned into moans. They were hesitant at first, barely audible, but grew in intensity as time went by. It was an unfamiliar sound, a stark contrast to the painful whimpers from earlier.

The transformation was surreal. Emily’s hands, which were previously balled into fists, slowly relaxed, her grip on the couch softening. Her back, previously arched in pain, began to relax, sinking deeper into the soft cushions.

Master continued to move at his steady pace, watching Emily with a satisfied smirk. The sounds of their bodies coming together, combined with Emily’s increasingly louder moans, filled the room. It was a scene that seemed to delight Master. His lust-filled eyes bore into Emily, watching every twitch, every squirm, every breath she took.

Despite the circumstances, despite the overwhelming guilt, I found a sliver of relief. Emily was no longer in pain, at least not physically. It was a small consolation, but one that I clung to. However, the emotional scars this experience would leave were another matter entirely.

The room echoed with the sounds of Emily’s pleasure, a stark contrast to the painful symphony from earlier. It was a stark reminder of the power I held, the ability to manipulate sensations, to make someone feel an array of sensations. However, it also served as a bitter reminder of my own powerlessness.

As the minutes passed, Emily’s body began to move with Master’s, the rhythm of their movements becoming more synchronised. Her whimpers had turned into throaty moans, her body arching in pleasure as waves of pleasure overtook her.

It was a strange scene to witness, one that filled me with an array of emotions. On one hand, I was relieved to see Emily no longer in pain. But on the other, I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I was a part of this, a silent accomplice in Master’s perverse game. But for now, I had no choice but to play along.

Master pulled out of Emily and left her laying there, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow and moved back, sitting on the couch with a contented sigh. His swollen manhood stood proudly between his legs, a silent testament to the night’s activities.

“Why don’t you hop on, Emily?” he said, his voice sounding far too casual for the situation. His hand ran along the length of his erection, smearing the shiny coat of their mixed fluids.

Emily looked at Master, her eyes wide with apprehension, then at me. I found myself unable to meet her gaze, unable to offer any comforting words. I was just as much a part of this twisted game as Master was, even if I was merely following his orders.

With a shaky breath, Emily slowly pulled herself up and positioned herself over Master’s lap. She was a picture of innocence, marred by the marks of a man who saw her as nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.

“Relax, Emily,” Master murmured, his hands gently guiding her. “Let your body take over. It knows what it needs.”

It was unnerving, watching Master speak with such a caring tone while manipulating Emily into compliance. His words were sweet, soothing, but his intentions were anything but.

I watched as Emily slowly lowered herself onto Master, her soft whimper echoing throughout the room. The contrast between her petite form and Master’s hard, muscular frame was striking. It was a scene that seemed to please Master greatly, his dark eyes lighting up with wicked delight.

Despite my better judgment, I found myself watching Emily. Her face was a mix of fear, apprehension, and…pleasure. Despite the twisted circumstances, her body was responding to Master’s touch, betraying her fear and confusion.

The sight made my heart ache, the guilt gnawing at me even stronger than before. Emily was nothing more than an innocent girl caught up in Master’s deviant games, and I was the one enabling it. The thought made me feel sick, but there was nothing I could do, nothing I could say. All I could do was watch and obey.

“Good girl, Emily,” Master praised, his hands running up and down her back. His touch was gentle, almost caring, a stark contrast to the lewd scene playing out before us. “You’re doing so well.”

The words felt like a slap in the face, a cruel reminder of my own situation. I was Master’s genie, his sex toy, existing solely for his pleasure. And now, Emily was in the same position, all thanks to me. The realization made me want to cry, to scream, to fight back, but I couldn’t. I was bound by the rules of my existence, forced to follow Master’s commands, no matter how perverse they were.

Master, with a firm grip on Emily’s hips, pushed her down onto his full length. Emily’s eyes shot open, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The pleasure coursing through her was evident on her face, a stark contrast to the apprehension that had clouded her eyes only moments ago.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Emily gasped, her body involuntarily arching. Her hands shot out, gripping onto Master’s muscular arms for support. She was in the throes of an orgasm, and it was clear that Master was the one driving her to it.

Master watched her with a triumphant smile, his hands continuing their relentless assault on Emily’s body. “That’s it, Emily,” he coaxed, his voice husky with desire. “Let it out. Let me hear you.”

Emily’s body was moving on its own now, riding out the waves of pleasure Master was coaxing from her. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of her uncontrolled pleasure.

“Master…Master…” she whimpered, her voice barely audible. It was a plea, a cry, a chant, all rolled into one. Her body shuddered, her legs twitching as another orgasm tore through her.

“Yes, scream my name,” Master urged, his hips pushing up to meet Emily’s every downward thrust. The pleasure in his eyes was undeniable, his body tensing as he neared his own release.

But Master wasn’t done with Emily, not yet. With a feral growl, he flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers. His thrusts became more forceful, driving Emily to the brink once again. Her body was responding in kind, her cries of pleasure growing louder with each thrust.

“Master!” Emily cried, her hands clawing at the couch. Her eyes were wide, filled with surprise, fear, and… pleasure. A pleasure she didn’t want, didn’t ask for, but one she was being forced to experience nonetheless.

As Master brought Emily to another shattering orgasm, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the innocent girl. This was not a situation she had chosen, but one she was being forced into. But like me, she was just another pawn in Master’s twisted game, a game she had no choice but to play.

Master’s commanding voice broke through my thoughts, pulling my attention back to him. His gaze was on me, an expectant look on his face. He wanted me to join him, to indulge in the same pleasure that he had just driven Emily to.

“Why the fuck do you still have clothes on, Jeanie?” he barked, his gaze roaming over my body. His words hit me like a splash of cold water, but it didn’t dull the arousal that was building within me. With a wave of his hand, my clothes vanished, leaving me standing there in all my naked glory.

A sudden rush of warmth flooded my core, a physical manifestation of Master’s command. I could feel myself growing wet, the heat coiling low in my belly. But my focus was drawn to Master’s manhood, glistening with Emily’s juices. There was a slight tinge of red mixed in, and I knew what it meant. Emily’s innocence was now gone, claimed by Master.

“You going to clean me off?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He was watching me closely, gauging my reaction. I knew what he wanted, and I was powerless to deny him.

“Get the fuck on my cock,” he ordered, his voice filled with anticipation. I moved towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. I was about to indulge in the same pleasure that Emily had just experienced, and it was both exciting and terrifying.

As I straddled him, Master’s hands found my hips, guiding me onto him. His manhood slid into me easily, the sensation overwhelming. His cock, still slick with Emily’s juices, pushed into me, filling me in a way that was both foreign and familiar. His grip on my hips tightened as he thrust into me, driving his cock deeper into me.

I gasped at the intrusion, my body instinctively arching to accommodate him. The pleasure was intense, waves of it washing over me with each thrust. My body responded in kind, my core tightening around him. It was a pleasure that I couldn’t deny, a pleasure that was heightened by the fact that I was sharing it with Master.

“Jeanie…” Master moaned, his fingers digging into my hips. The sound of my name on his lips only spurred me on, driving me to ride him harder. I was lost in the pleasure, lost in the sensations that Master was drawing from me. I was his genie, his sex toy, and I was reveling in the pleasure he was giving me.

As Master continued to thrust into me, his movements became more fervent, more insistent. He was using me to satisfy his primal desires, his hands gripping my hips with a strength that was sure to leave bruises. I could feel his cock pounding into me, filling me completely with each powerful thrust. His grunts of pleasure echoed through the room, each sound spurring me on.

Emily was on the couch, curled up into a ball. Her body was trembling, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. There was a look of disbelief on her face, a silent testament to the pleasure that she had just experienced. Her eyes were on us, watching as Master continued to use me for his pleasure. It was a sight that she had never expected to see, and I could see the mixture of shock and awe in her eyes.

Master was relentless, his thrusts never ceasing. He was lost in the throes of pleasure, his mind focused solely on his own satisfaction. And I was there to provide it for him, my body accommodating him in every way possible. My core tightened around him, my body instinctively moving in time with his thrusts. His pleasure was my purpose, and I was determined to fulfill it.

Emily’s gaze never left us, her eyes wide with shock and curiosity. I could see her biting her lower lip, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of her shirt. She was watching us with a strange fascination, her body unconsciously responding to the raw display of passion in front of her.

With a final, powerful thrust, Master let out a loud groan, his body stiffening as his climax washed over him. His grip on my hips tightened, his body trembling as he rode out his orgasm. I could feel his release filling me, the warm sensation sending another wave of pleasure through me.

As Master’s grip on me loosened, he fell back onto the couch, panting heavily. His eyes were on me, a satisfied smile on his face. He had gotten what he wanted, and he seemed more than content with it. Emily was still on the couch, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. But despite everything, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. She had been thrust into a world that she was not prepared for, and I knew that things were only going to get more complicated from here.