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How to use your Genie

... 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 ...