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How to use your Genie

... onto mine, searching for support. The battle lines were drawn.

Seeing Emily's parents in distress, I smirked, realizing the power I held in this situation. "I think we've had enough of this little chat," I said dismissively, glancing at the distraught parents. "Your daughter has made her choices."

Emily's father stepped forward, his anger palpable. "What have you done to her?" he spat.

I leaned in, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "Let's just say we had a lot of... fun last night," I replied, my tone dripping with insinuation.

Emily's mother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "You... you're taking advantage of our daughter!"

I merely shrugged, feigning nonchalance, though thoroughly enjoying their reactions. "Emily's a grown woman. She can do as she pleases. And believe me, she was more than willing."

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside, looking back at Emily. "You coming?" I asked, challenging her with my eyes.

Emily hesitated for a moment, her gaze darting between her parents and me. Then, with a newfound determination, she strode into the elevator, standing defiantly by my side.

Her mother cried out, "Emily, don't do this!" but her plea fell on deaf ears as the elevator doors slowly closed, sealing off the scene below.

As the elevator ascended, the tension was palpable. But Emily, for all her defiance, had made her choice. Whether it was out of genuine desire or merely an act of rebellion, only time would ...

... tell.

~Jeanie~

Being bound to John's wishes is a heavy burden I've always carried, and watching Emily's life being toyed with only added to the weight. The raw pain in Emily's parents' eyes tore at me, but what could I do? The extent of my power paradoxically imprisoned me; I could bend reality, but only according to John's whims.

The afternoon was no different. John, ever the master of our little triad, had a particular request. "Jeanie," he started, an excited gleam in his eyes, "I want a dungeon. A place where fantasies come alive, with every toy imaginable. And I want it big. Really big."

I knew better than to protest. I simply nodded, though my heart grew heavier with each passing moment. With a wave of my hand, one of the penthouse's spacious rooms transformed. Stone walls appeared, echoing the cold, unyielding nature of a true dungeon. Chains hung from the ceiling, and in the center was a large table, fully adjustable for any position John might dream up.

Around the perimeter, shelves and cabinets appeared, housing a veritable treasure trove of toys. There were dildos of every shape and size, from the realistic to the truly fantastical. Plugs and beads increased in size incrementally, each one more daunting than the last. Vibrators, floggers, and an array of bondage equipment rounded out the collection.

John's eyes lit up as he took in the sight. "This is fantastic, Jeanie," he exclaimed, grabbing a particularly large dildo off one of the shelves and admiring it. "This will ...