How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... ventured into the bustling city. I steered Jeanie into an array of high-end clothing boutiques, the kind of places where the garments cost more than what some people earned in a month.

As Jeanie trailed behind me, I reveled in the prospect of dressing her up in whatever my heart desired. The boutiques were a treasure trove of potential outfits - from skimpy mini dresses to plunging bodysuits and scandalously tight skirts.

"You know, Jeanie," I mused, holding up a skin-tight, red dress against her frame, "I'm curious. What did my grandfather have you wear usually?"

She blinked at me, her expression guarded. "Master preferred professional business attire for me. Pencil skirts, blouses, that kind of thing."

I snorted, the image of Jeanie in boring office wear completely at odds with the vision I had for her. "Well, we're definitely not going down that route," I declared, tossing the dress into the growing pile of clothes for her to try on.

The first shop we visited was awash with colorful summer outfits - perfect for showcasing Jeanie's curves. As she came out of the fitting room wearing a tight, white crop top that barely covered her breasts, paired with a tiny denim skirt, I couldn't help but whistle in appreciation.

"Damn, Jeanie," I drawled, eyeing her appreciatively. "You look hot."

She blushed, fidgeting slightly under my gaze. "Master, this outfit is... revealing."

"Exactly," I replied, a smirk pulling at my lips. I enjoyed the flush of ...

... embarrassment on her cheeks, the way her eyes darted nervously around the store. "And just for that comment, you're definitely getting it."

At another boutique, I ***********ed a black bodycon dress with a plunging neckline. When Jeanie stepped out of the fitting room, the dress clinging to every curve of her body, the sight of her was breath-taking. I noticed the way heads turned to stare at her, the lustful glances thrown our way. It was a perverse pleasure to have others covet what was mine.

As the day wore on, we moved from one shop to another, each purchase more provocative than the last. It was thrilling, picking out clothes for Jeanie - a sort of power play that made my heart race. And from the heated glances she shot my way, it was clear that despite her reservations, Jeanie was not entirely immune to the heady atmosphere either.

By the time the city lights started twinkling against the darkening sky, Jeanie was the proud owner of an entirely new, scandalously revealing wardrobe. As we headed back to the penthouse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. Today was just the beginning of our adventures, and I couldn't wait to see where our journey would take us.

Following our spree in the women's sections, we moved onto the men's. I was in desperate need of a few tailored suits myself and some upscale casual wear to go with my newfound wealth and lifestyle. I found a well-known local tailor shop that offered precisely what I was looking for, and we made our ...