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How to use your Genie

... all my strength to hold back my response. Instead, I continued to work in silence, packing the precious mementos of a time long past. When the packing was done, and the jet was reserved, I informed him, "Master, everything is ready for our departure."

"Excellent," he responded, throwing one last glance around the grand mansion. "Let's get out of here then, shall we?"

And just like that, we left the mansion that had been my home for so many years, closing the door on a chapter that was filled with kindness and respect, and stepping into an uncertain future that promised only dominance and control.

~John~

The limousine ride to the airfield was filled with an eerie quietness. The night sky outside was filled with stars, each twinkling with a distant mystery. Jeanie sat beside me, her face a mask of neutral tranquility, but I could sense the tumultuous storm brewing inside her.

We arrived at the airfield, the sleek, gleaming hull of the private jet dominating the view. The attendant greeted us warmly, escorting us onboard. Inside, the lavishness was breathtaking; velvet-lined seats, polished wooden panels, crystal glassware. The wealth now at my disposal was intoxicating.

Taking my seat, I turned to Jeanie, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "Take a seat, Jeanie," I commanded, patting the seat next to me. I could see the resistance in her eyes, but she silently complied, sitting down, her body rigid with tension.

The plane took off smoothly, and as we ...

... ascended, I took the opportunity to push the boundaries of her submission. Leaning over, I whispered into her ear, "Jeanie, I want you to pleasure yourself right here, right now."

Her eyes widened in shock, "Master, there are people onboard..."

I chuckled, cutting her off. "Discreetly, Jeanie. Use your powers."

Her body tensed up as she hesitated, her conflicted feelings clearly evident. But eventually, she nodded, her hands disappearing under her skirt. Her face flushed, her breath hitched, she was an alluring sight.

I watched as she squirmed in her seat, her humiliation as much of a turn on as the evident pleasure coursing through her. The flight attendant was clueless, only offering us refreshments and smiles.

"Enjoying yourself, Jeanie?" I teased, my hand casually resting on her thigh, feeling her body tremble.

"Yes, Master," she managed to answer between gasps, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment reflected in her voice.

This power, this control was intoxicating, stirring a dark hunger within me that I'd kept dormant for too long. I watched as Jeanie squirmed, her arousal mounting, her resistance crumbling. Her humiliation, her compliance, it was all too enticing. I reveled in it, in the feeling of power, of domination, and the anticipation of more to come.

"Good girl," I praised as her body finally succumbed to pleasure. The sight of her in such a state was a reward in itself. Watching her regain her composure, a part of me was curious about how much ...