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How to use your Genie

... looking at her expectantly. "Our dungeon."

Her eyes widened slightly, and I could see a hint of apprehension in her gaze. "Our... dungeon?" She repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That's right," I confirmed, grinning wickedly. "I want you to use your powers to transform this room into our own private, pleasure den."

Her face paled slightly, but she nodded, raising her hands to begin her magic. I could tell she was uneasy, but she didn't voice any objections. She had no choice but to obey. I felt a thrill of excitement run through me. This was only the beginning.

With a deep breath, Jeanie began to move her hands in the air. I watched as the room started to shift and transform. The stark white walls turned a deep crimson, making the room feel immediately more intimate. Recessed lights appeared in the ceiling, giving off a soft, warm glow.

A large, luxurious bed materialized in the center of the room, adorned with plush pillows and silky, black sheets. Against one wall, various contraptions appeared – a St. Andrew's Cross, a spanking bench, and a large mirror that covered the entire wall.

Jeanie paused, looking back at me with a question in her eyes. I nodded approvingly, motioning for her to continue. She swallowed hard, then turned back to the room. A cabinet materialized against another wall, filled with various toys – whips, paddles, ropes, handcuffs, and more.

As I looked around, my heart pounded with anticipation. This was more than I could ...

... have imagined. I watched Jeanie closely as she completed the transformation. I was curious to see her reaction, to understand how she felt about this new development.

"You did well, Jeanie," I said, my voice low as I glanced around the room. Her body was stiff, and she avoided my gaze, her eyes locked on the floor. She was uncomfortable, that much was clear. But I didn't care. This was all part of my plan.

With the 'dungeon' ready, I led her back upstairs. "Get cleaned up," I instructed. "We have company coming over later." I wanted her to look perfect, to play the part of the doting girlfriend for our new neighbors.

While she bathed, I busied myself with setting the table and preparing for our guests. My mind kept drifting back to Emily, the petite eighteen-year-old who lived downstairs. I imagined what it would be like to have her in our new room, under my control. A wicked smile played on my lips at the thought.

As the evening approached, I found myself filled with a mix of anticipation and excitement. This was just the start. I was only beginning to understand the extent of what I could do with Jeanie's powers. And I had every intention of exploring them to their fullest.

~Jeanie~

As I moved around the kitchen, my mind buzzed with Master's instructions. He'd detailed a four-course meal – nothing too extravagant, but definitely designed to impress. As I waved my hand over the kitchen counter, the dishes he'd requested appeared: a salad with vinaigrette, a ...