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How to use your Genie

... clam chowder, a rack of lamb with a red wine sauce, and a chocolate mousse for dessert.

Even though the process required no physical effort on my part, I felt mentally exhausted. His every whim was becoming my command, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. I was no longer a person with my own desires or autonomy. I was his tool, his toy.

Despite this, I was careful not to let my displeasure show. Master liked me obedient and agreeable. The memory of the billiard balls from the previous night sent a shiver down my spine. It was a clear reminder of how far he would go to assert his dominance.

As I finished setting up the dishes, I overheard Master talking on the phone.

"Yes, Mark, seven sounds good. We look forward to having you all," he said, his voice oozing charm. I knew better, though. Behind that façade was a man capable of unthinkable things.

After he hung up, he walked into the kitchen. His eyes swept over the dishes and then landed on me. "Good job, Jeanie," he said, and there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes that made me nervous. It was the same look he'd had when he'd eyed Emily earlier.

As I tidied up the kitchen, his words about Emily echoed in my mind. The thought of what he might do to her filled me with dread. I was helpless, bound to obey his commands. But she wasn't. She was just an innocent young girl who happened to live in the same building.

As the time for dinner approached, I slipped into a slinky black dress that Master had ...

... picked out for me. It was provocatively tight, and the low neckline did nothing to hide my enhanced assets. The dress was yet another reminder of how Master wanted me - not as a person, but as a pleasing object to show off.

While I waited for the guests to arrive, I sat on the couch in the living room, my mind wandering back to my previous Master. He had been kind, even loving. He had never taken advantage of me like this. He had treated me like a friend, not a possession. As I stared at the open door, waiting for the guests to arrive, I wondered if I'd ever feel that kind of care again.

With a sigh, I shook myself from my thoughts. There was no use in dwelling in the past. I had to focus on the present, on playing the part Master wanted me to play. For now, that was all I could do. I got up off the couch and made my way back into the kitchen to make sure everything was ready and presentable.

Turning my attention back to the simmering pots on the stove, I made sure everything was still under control. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Master enter the room, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of me.

"Damn, Jeanie," he said, his voice a low drawl that did nothing to hide his obvious delight. "You sure look good enough to eat."

Before I could respond, his hands were on me. I stiffened as he ran a hand up the curve of my backside, his grip firm. His fingers continued their exploration, hiking the hem of my dress and sliding beneath. I could ...