How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... 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 ...