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How to use your Genie

... hesitated for a moment, looking as if she was about to argue. But then, she fell silent. The spell had taken hold of her. With shaky hands, she began to unbutton her blouse, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

She took off her blouse and skirt, dropping them onto the floor. As she stood there in her underwear, I saw a glimpse of the innocent young woman she was. Her skin was pale and flawless, her body petite yet curvaceous. I could see why John was attracted to her.

But as I looked at Emily, I didn't see a sexual object. I saw a victim. A young woman who was being exploited, her freedom and dignity stripped away from her. I felt a wave of anger wash over me, my fists clenching at my sides. But I was helpless, bound by the rules of my existence to obey my master's orders.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. "Please, continue," I told Emily, my voice sounding distant and detached, even to my own ears. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes as she complied, removing the rest of her clothing under John's watchful gaze.

It was in that moment that I truly understood the powerlessness of my existence. Despite my vast magical abilities, I was nothing more than a tool to be used, an object for my master's pleasure. And as I looked at Emily, I realized that she was just another victim in this cruel game. The guilt weighed heavily on me, a constant reminder of my own complicity in this twisted situation.

As Emily stood there, naked and ...

... vulnerable, John turned his predatory gaze towards her. His eyes raked over her body, drinking in the sight of her exposed flesh. A triumphant grin spread across his face, a clear indication that he was enjoying this moment of absolute control.

"Emily, I'm going to let you in on a little secret," he began, leaning back in his chair as if he were about to share some mundane piece of trivia. "This smoking hot slut right here isn't my girlfriend. She's my genie."

He gestured towards me, his words hanging heavy in the air. I could see the confusion in Emily's eyes, mixed with a dose of fear. "She's completely under my control," he continued. "And yeah, she's a real fucking genie."

He laughed, a cruel sound that echoed around the room. Emily was silent, unable to speak due to the constraints I'd been forced to place on her. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief at John's revelation. She looked from John to me and back again, the wheels of her mind clearly turning as she tried to process this information.

Unable to express her disbelief verbally, Emily shook her head, a silent plea for this to be some sort of twisted joke. Yet, the cold reality of the situation was all too evident in the predatory gleam in John's eyes and the helpless submission in mine.

This was not a game, not a joke. It was a chilling reality in which Emily had become an unwilling participant. The young woman, who was once simply enjoying an innocent game of charades, was now standing naked in front of a ...