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How to use your Genie

... Master we were talking about. Empathy was not one of his strong suits.

Emily was silent for a moment, her gaze shifting to the floor. After a while, she nodded, albeit reluctantly. It was clear she was not fully onboard, but she was too afraid to defy Master's orders. My heart clenched in sympathy. No one should ever be put in such a position, especially not someone as innocent as Emily.

"Good," Master replied, his tone satisfied. "Now, let's begin, shall we?" His words sent a chill down my spine, but I knew better than to object. This was happening, whether I liked it or not. All I could do was hope that Emily would be alright.

As Master began to undress, his back towards Emily, she seemed to relax just slightly. Her gaze was fixated on him, wide-eyed and filled with a curiosity that was eerily reminiscent of a lamb being led to the slaughter.

He removed his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his back. Then, he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them with ease. Now he stood in just his boxers. I knew what was coming next, and part of me wanted to shield Emily from the sight. But I also knew that any attempt at intervention would be in vain.

Master turned to face Emily. As his boxers slid down his thighs, revealing his impressive manhood, I watched as Emily's eyes widened in shock and fear. She gasped audibly, her gaze darting away from him, only to be drawn back almost magnetically.

"Quite the sight, isn't it?" ...

... Master said, a cruel grin spreading across his face. His words seemed to awaken Emily from her stupor, her face reddening in embarrassment.

"I... I..." Emily stammered, her gaze shifting awkwardly from Master to me and back again. "I've never..."

"I know, Emily," Master cut her off, his voice low and filled with unspoken promises. "But don't worry... you'll learn."

I watched as Master's grin widened, his gaze roaming over Emily's body, taking in every reaction. Despite the situation, Emily remained quiet, her eyes wide as she gazed upon Master in a mix of fear and curiosity.

As Master approached Emily, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping up my spine. I knew what was to come, and all I could do was hope that Emily would somehow find the strength to endure it.

The wave of relief that washed over me when Master gave me permission to remove Emily's restraint was palpable. I immediately complied, turning my focus onto Emily, allowing her to regain control over her body and voice.

Emily's limbs seemed to tremble slightly as she regained her freedom. She tried to move away from Master, but her steps were uncertain, unsure. A clear sign of fear. She quickly found herself falling backwards into the plush couch, her wide, terrified eyes never leaving Master's figure.

Master chuckled, his gaze on Emily as he slowly advanced towards her. "Now, now, Emily, don't be scared," he cooed, the predatory grin never leaving his face. His words felt hollow to me. It ...