How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... 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 ...