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How to use your Genie

... 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 ...