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"Hah, how 'bout you show me how to dance like the Djinn do?" you joke while eyeing the genie's sexy body. For some reason you are okay with being a fit girl because you haven't even noticed yet...
The genie, with a devious twinkle in her eye saunters over towards you in an almost hypnotic dance. "I would just love to help you with that master!" she says as she draws in close and traces your body seductively with her hand.
*Whoa, this is so intense!* you think to yourself. *I fucking love how hot this wish is turning out! The way *HE* is caressing my body, and he's sooo hunky and dreamy! Wait! is that right??!?
**You shake your head a bit, something seems off for a moment** You are looking up now into the cool burning eyes of a gorgeous hunk of a man. His hands are gently caressing your face as his gaze burns down into your soul. Something deep within feels off, like it's trying to fight something, but then it's like something just clicks within you and you smile warmly up at him. He is sooo beautiful, muscular, and radiates a kind of innate power... a girl like you could get used to seeing this kind of view.
For some reason you didn't even notice the genie change from a gorgeous woman to this sexy hunk of a *master* in front of you. "Wait, master? What's going on here?!?" You exclaim, suddenly very aware of your now very female and very sexy body and feeling the faintest hints of the memories of your old self slipping away. And every time he caresses you, his touch is just **so divine!**, and the way his cool gaze burns deep into your soul. You can't help but begin to squirm and undulate to some hypnotic rhythm to some distant music played by an unseen band of musicians. But none of that matters really, all that really matters now is that **He is your master now and you exist to please him in any way he commands**
"That's right slut" the genie remarks with a smirk, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. For some reason you just love being called a *slut*, HIS slut. A deep pang of need begins to ache from below as you start growing wet with need at his attention, his gaze, his touch. "Now dance for me slut, dance for me like the Djinn do!" He commands.
And just like that, in the very moment he commanded it, instinctively you know exactly how to dance like the Djinn do. You exist to please your master's wishes. You smile seductively as you begin to dance, almost writhing with seduction. You just love it when your master commands you to dance sexily for him.
*Oh gawd I just want to please him and make him so happy!* "How do you like this master? Is this satisfying enough for you? Does this please what your eyes desire to see?" You ask, eyeing the massive bulge in his harem pants and smiling with a teasing look at him.
"Or is it perhaps these you would like to get a better view of?" You say as you pull up your top so he can see the gorgeously perfect breasts with your long blue hair cascading down from your beautiful face beside them.
"Yes, I think this pleases me very much slave." And even as he says it you know it is *true*, right down into the depths of your soul you belong to him, you are nothing more than his possession, meant to please his every whim. The very meaning of your existence is to please and to serve.
The genie, with a devious twinkle in her eye saunters over towards you in an almost hypnotic dance. "I would just love to help you with that master!" she says as she draws in close and traces your body seductively with her hand.
*Whoa, this is so intense!* you think to yourself. *I fucking love how hot this wish is turning out! The way *HE* is caressing my body, and he's sooo hunky and dreamy! Wait! is that right??!?
**You shake your head a bit, something seems off for a moment** You are looking up now into the cool burning eyes of a gorgeous hunk of a man. His hands are gently caressing your face as his gaze burns down into your soul. Something deep within feels off, like it's trying to fight something, but then it's like something just clicks within you and you smile warmly up at him. He is sooo beautiful, muscular, and radiates a kind of innate power... a girl like you could get used to seeing this kind of view.
For some reason you didn't even notice the genie change from a gorgeous woman to this sexy hunk of a *master* in front of you. "Wait, master? What's going on here?!?" You exclaim, suddenly very aware of your now very female and very sexy body and feeling the faintest hints of the memories of your old self slipping away. And every time he caresses you, his touch is just **so divine!**, and the way his cool gaze burns deep into your soul. You can't help but begin to squirm and undulate to some hypnotic rhythm to some distant music played by an unseen band of musicians. But none of that matters really, all that really matters now is that **He is your master now and you exist to please him in any way he commands**
"That's right slut" the genie remarks with a smirk, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. For some reason you just love being called a *slut*, HIS slut. A deep pang of need begins to ache from below as you start growing wet with need at his attention, his gaze, his touch. "Now dance for me slut, dance for me like the Djinn do!" He commands.
And just like that, in the very moment he commanded it, instinctively you know exactly how to dance like the Djinn do. You exist to please your master's wishes. You smile seductively as you begin to dance, almost writhing with seduction. You just love it when your master commands you to dance sexily for him.
*Oh gawd I just want to please him and make him so happy!* "How do you like this master? Is this satisfying enough for you? Does this please what your eyes desire to see?" You ask, eyeing the massive bulge in his harem pants and smiling with a teasing look at him.
"Or is it perhaps these you would like to get a better view of?" You say as you pull up your top so he can see the gorgeously perfect breasts with your long blue hair cascading down from your beautiful face beside them.
"Yes, I think this pleases me very much slave." And even as he says it you know it is *true*, right down into the depths of your soul you belong to him, you are nothing more than his possession, meant to please his every whim. The very meaning of your existence is to please and to serve.
Wait, is this right? (Remember and resist?, or Surrender and embrace?)
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