How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... some of this... it's arousing, in a twisted way."

I nodded, my heart aching for her. "It's okay to feel that way. It's okay to have desires, to be curious. It's the way John manipulates those feelings that's wrong."

Emily looked up, her eyes meeting mine. "Do you... feel the same way?"

I hesitated for a moment, choosing my words carefully. "In the beginning, I was just as overwhelmed as you are now. But over time, you learn to separate the pleasure from the pain, the genuine desire from the forced compliance. It's... complicated."

She leaned into me, her head resting against my shoulder. "I don't know if I can handle this, Jeanie."

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. "You're stronger than you think, Emily. And I promise, I'll be with you every step of the way."

A muffled sound from outside indicated John's return. Emily tensed in my embrace, her breathing growing rapid. "Remember," I whispered, "stay strong, and don't let him break you."

Emily nodded, taking a deep breath as John re-entered the room, his presence once again dominating the atmosphere. The game, it seemed, was far from over.

John's booming voice filled the room, his irritation palpable. The momentary reprieve Emily and I had felt was shattered instantly.

"Why the fuck are you two still clothed?" He demanded, glancing between the two of us with piercing eyes. The tone was a clear command, no room for negotiation.

Emily's hands trembled as she reached for the hem of ...

... her dress, her eyes darting over to me for assurance. I gave her a small, reassuring nod, silently communicating that she wasn't alone in this.

I began to remove my own dress, the fabric sliding effortlessly off my body. The room's cool air sent a shiver down my spine, making me even more conscious of our vulnerability.

Emily, with hesitant movements, followed suit, letting her dress pool around her feet. Her skin, while flushed with anticipation, was also marked with apprehension.

John, seemingly satisfied with our compliance, began to walk around the room, taking in the array of instruments and toys I had conjured. Every so often, his fingers would trace along one, signaling his approval or potential interest.

The weighty silence in the room was punctuated only by the occasional clink of metal or the soft thud of rubber as John inspected his new tools. Both Emily and I stood there, exposed and on edge, waiting for his next command.

After what felt like an eternity, John finally spoke. "Jeanie, bind Emily's wrists. I want them above her head."

My heart ached as I approached Emily, summoning silken ropes with a flick of my fingers. "I'm sorry," I whispered to her, gently securing her wrists. She nodded, her eyes searching mine for comfort.

John's gaze shifted from the toys to Emily, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Let's see just how much my new toy can handle."

My heart thudded loudly in my chest as I watched John's calculating eyes trace over Emily's ...