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How to use your Genie

... initial tightness. John, with a determined look in his eyes, continued to apply pressure. I felt a sharp sting, then an odd popping sensation as the ball settled deep inside, completely engulfed. The feeling was foreign, full, and overwhelming.

Breathing heavily, I tried to adjust to the odd sensation of the hard ball nestled within me. It was a constant reminder of my vulnerability, the uncomfortable fullness a testament to John's control over my body. The discomfort was persistent, with every tiny movement causing the ball to shift, making its presence known.

I gasped as the widest part of the ball pressed relentlessly against the entrance to my core. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, a combination of pressure, stretching, and anticipation. It felt as if the ball was trying to wedge itself into a space that was far too small to accommodate it.

John's hands held me firmly, ensuring that any movement on my part was minimal. I tried to adjust, to angle myself to lessen the intensity of the sensation, but it was to no avail. My body instinctively recoiled, my inner walls clenching and trying to reject the foreign object. My breath caught in my throat, the discomfort verging on genuine pain.

John, seeing my discomfort, whispered soothing words in my ear, "Just relax, Emily. Breathe through it. It's just the initial stretch."

But the bulge of the ball felt too big, too daunting. Every muscle within me tensed. "I... I can't," I whispered, ...

... tears pricking my eyes. "It's too big."

"No, you can," John murmured, his voice a blend of encouragement and demand. "Trust your body."

The pressure continued, each millimeter the ball moved feeling like a mile. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead as I struggled to breathe through the intensity of the feeling. I could feel my inner walls being stretched, the tissue protesting the intrusion.

Then, there was that moment, that edge where discomfort shifted to pain. I felt a sharp sting, almost as if my body was trying to protect itself, to keep the ball out. But John was persistent, his hands firmly guiding the ball, pushing it deeper.

I let out a choked cry, feeling like I was being split apart. "John, stop!" I pleaded, tears now streaming down my face. "It's too much."

But John's determination didn't waver. "Just a bit more," he urged. "You can take it."

A sensation of pressure built, threatening to become unbearable. I clenched my eyes shut, preparing for the worst. And then, unexpectedly, relief. An odd popping sensation marked the ball's full entry, and suddenly, it was inside, completely engulfed by my body.

My muscles, having lost their battle to keep the ball out, now seemed to clutch it tightly, as if to prevent it from moving. The feeling was foreign, overwhelming, and yet oddly intimate. The hard, round shape of the ball felt so different from the soft give of flesh. It was a constant reminder of its presence, every little shift or movement ...