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How to use your Genie

... the role I'd unwillingly played in all of this. I had used my powers as John had commanded, and now... I could only hope that Emily would be okay.

Despite the uneasy atmosphere, Emily made no move to leave. She glanced at me, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. I wished I could give her some sign, some indication that she wasn't alone in this. But as a genie, my powers were bound to my master's commands.

Turning back to John, Emily swallowed hard, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and curiosity. "What... what do you mean, John?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

John's lips curled into a knowing smirk as he took a step towards Emily. "I think you know exactly what I mean, Emily," he replied, his voice oozing confidence.

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach at his words. I wanted to intervene, to protect Emily, but I couldn't. I was bound to my master's wishes. I could only watch as John reached out to touch Emily's cheek.

She flinched, but didn't pull away. It was clear that my magic was working on her, making her more receptive to John's advances. But there was a part of Emily that was still resisting, still fighting against the magic-induced attraction.

"John, I... I don't..." Emily stammered, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She took a step back, a clear sign of her discomfort.

John didn't seem to mind her hesitation. In fact, it seemed to amuse him. "Relax, Emily. I'm not going to bite... unless you ...

... want me to," he teased, his words causing Emily's eyes to widen.

It was at that moment that I realized how far things had gone. My master had used my magic to manipulate this young woman's feelings, and I was powerless to stop it. I could only stand there, watching as the scene unfolded before me, feeling a pang of guilt with every passing second.

I could only hope that Emily would find the strength to resist, to fight against the magic-induced attraction and escape from my master's clutches. As I watched Emily, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sympathy for her. We were both pawns in John's game, and there was nothing we could do about it.

A look of surprise crossed Emily's face at John's direct command. A moment of silent tension hung in the air, her blue eyes flickering with uncertainty.

"Jeanie, make sure Emily does everything I command her, eh?" John turned his attention to me. "And Jeanie - You call me master now."

"Of course, master," I responded, my voice a quiet whisper. I didn't dare meet Emily's gaze, unable to bear the look of confusion and trepidation that I knew would be reflected there. I reached out with my magic, willing Emily to obey John's commands. It was a violation of her free will, a grotesque misuse of my power, and it pained me.

"Emily, remove your clothing and don't say a fucking word until I ask you to say something," John commanded, his tone casual, as if he were asking her to pass the salt at dinner.

I watched as Emily ...