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September 07, 2010

Genie Dreams of Me - Part 3

Contributed by: choreboy ~ May 04, 2010

In earlier installments of this story, a superior spouse uses sexual control of her household genie to win seven wishes for the day, beginning with a thorough housecleaning. After a pause for punishment, she wishes for a delicious outdoor luncheon and hard labor in her garden. Episode two ended as our mistress dozed off from wine, warm sun and the afterglow of her fourth wish, the world�s most powerful recorded orgasm, administered orally by her supernatural helper...

When I woke up, Genie was gone. I blinked and rose, a bit dizzy and dazzled. The table was cleared and spotless. The yard was trimmed perfectly. Aside from the unfortunate daffodils, he�d spared all my plants. Even the shed looked neat and clean. I walked around to the front of the house through the driveway and felt wet pavement on my feet. My car! It was clean! The chrome gleamed and the windows were clear. Inside, he�d removed the foot-high pile of trash and empty water bottles from the back seat. All the winter grit and gravel was gone from the floor mats and that big brown cola stain on the dashboard was gone, too�

I found my Genie folding my underwear in the bedroom and ran my hands around his waist from behind. �Who gave you permission to clean my car?� I dropped a hand to check on his cock and found it hard.

�No one. I just thought...� I ran a hand into his pants and began rubbing a thumb over the head of his cock. Slick fluids flowed, lubricating the pad of my thumb and forefinger.

�You know I don�t like you to think too much. You always get into trouble.� I kept teasing his cock and Genie wiggled back against my pelvis. I gave him a couple of gentle pumps and lifted my thumb to his mouth. He opened his lips to suck the salty stuff from my fingers.

�I know. Sorry.� He sucked my fingers passionately.

�But in this case, the car does look nice. If I�d thought of it, I would have wished to have a clean car. So, we�ll call that wish number.... which wish would that be?�

�Five.�

�Five....Hey, didn�t you fold that lingerie this morning?�

�Ummm....this lingerie?� He patted a pair of black panties flat on the bed, then halved and quartered them into a tidy little package. the way I like them folded.

�Yes, Genie, that lingerie!� I pinched him by the ear.

�Ow! Yes. I did, but it got accidentally messed up. Ow! I tipped the basket of folded laundry over.� I narrowed my eyes, considering. This was his favorite job, but would he do it twice just for fun? And if he did, should I punish him for it? Hell, yes. We�d both enjoy it.

�We�ll talk about this later,� I said with a significant tone. releasing him. �But right now, I wish our bikes were ready for us to take a ride.� He didn�t exactly wag his tail, but his body language said, �yippee!"

�Without delay, my Pedaling Partner.� He finished folding a bra and placed the stack of underwear in a laundry basket.

�Careful, Genie. Those baskets must be tippy.� He blushed and left the room. While Genie rolled out our bikes, pumped the tires, oiled the chains and collected other gear, I picked out my cycling costume: spandex shorts and a tight lycra top. When I had my shoes on, I strolled out to the backyard.

�Genie. Will I be cold wearing this?� I was wearing a short-sleeved cycling jersey over bike shorts. I looked fabulous, but I hated the thought of being chilly.

Genie closed his eyes and put his fingers to his eyebrow. �I�m getting a picture... it�s you in just short sleeves.... complaining that you are cold! No, wait! It�s you... wearing layers and complaining that you are hot!�

�Don�t be smart, Genie.� I smacked my palm with the plastic water bottle in my hand. Hmm, it made a nice thud. He stared at my hand for a moment, then recovered.

�Dress warmly and I�ll bring my backpack.� he suggested. �Then you can take things off or put them on as you want.� Sometimes a genie can be so practical... and handy. Both appropriately attired, we set off under a slowly setting sun for one of our favorite bike paths.

Despite being the stronger rider, Genie had no trouble staying at my slower pace because he�d worked hard all day and was already a bit tired. I admired his lumpy leg muscles and pumping butt from behind as we climbed a long hill. I was both rested and a bit restless, so I passed him on the downhill side and sped up. We flew along the path, passing other couples half our age, dodging strollers and toddlers and even overtaking a seriously spandexed guy on a flashy racing bike. It felt good to be fit! Thanks to my diet regime and genie�s urge to exercise, we�d both lost weight and added muscle tone. We were still kinda hot.

After 12 strong miles, we took a break at the end of the path, sitting together on a bench to share some nuts and raisins and sip some water. The sun was lower now. By the time we rode back, I�d be very hungry again. I thought about what I�d have Genie make for dinner. And what I�m make him do for dessert.

Genie put his arm around my shoulder and kissed me. I kissed him back, sliding a hand under his jersey to pinch his nipple. He moaned in my mouth. I bent him back and ravaged his mouth with my tongue. He slid down on the bench. He�s such a submissive slut!

�Come on, Genie,� I took him by the hand and led him behind a picnic shelter where there was a small patch of grass. It was mostly screened by thick shrubbery on all sides, but there was always a chance of being seen. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them up against the wall of the shelter.

�Get those shorts down,� I ordered brusquely. �And assume the position.�

�What did I do?� he protested, all outraged innocence.

�Playing with my panties. Keep it up and I�ll make you wear pink panties of your own.�

�Really?� he asked. I made a mental note to think of punishments he wouldn�t enjoy... at first.

�Assume the position, you bad boy.� Genie pulled his shorts down to his ankles and bent over with his hands on the wall. I spanked him hard, but briefly. It hurt my bare hand, probably more than it did his tender bottom. But even a token spanking elevated the mood for both of us.

�Get on your back. I�m going to *censored* you hard. Don�t you dare shoot your wad unless I say to.� Genie did as I told him. It makes him so hard to take orders! In a second, I had wriggled out of my shorts and was kneeling on his chest pinning his wrists to the ground. I didn�t have to look to know his penis was standing stiff at my rough treatment. I slid forward until my sex was over his face.

�Kiss it.� He kissed. I let my weight fall on his face. �Lick it.� He licked. I pulled away from his straining neck and slipped my moistened sex over his body. Then I reached behind to guide myself onto his hot tool. I plunged down hard, making him grunt, then I leaned forward so my breasts were in his face. He knew what to do. with his lips and tongue. I *censored*ed him and fingered myself and had a yummy little orgasm in a minute, rocking hard on his manhood all the time.

�Ooof, oooof, oooof,� he panted as I slammed my pelvis down onto his belly.

�You are such a hot little slut, genie. You just like to take it don�t you?� I slapped his face. �Don�t you, bitch?�

�Oh, yes, Mis... tress! Uh, uh, yes!� He pushed up hard. I pulled away and poised myself on the tip of his extended member. I looked down into his eyes. He looked up at me, all helpless and yearning and vulnerable. We paused there for a moment, a minute, an age.

�Cum now, Genie. I wish it.� I dropped myself on him hard, The Earth fell into the Sun.
He bucked beneath my spread thighs and cried out. Massive solar flares erupted. His boy juice rocketed skywards into me. The universe collapsed. I fell forward. I felt his arms tight around me, his raspy breath on my face, his rapid kisses on my neck. HIs body shuddered and wriggled under mine. The planets slowly realigned.

�Oh, Goddess,� he sighed, whispering in my ear. �Number seven....your best wish ever.�

�You see, being obedient can be rewarding... for boys,� I told him, hugging him back. �But you�re back in the bottle now, Genie. I wonder what it�ll take to get you out again.

�I�m sure you�ll think of something, Darling Deity. You�re so good at thinking.� Genie nuzzled into my neck. �What will I be making you for dinner tonight?�

COMMENTS:

Genie Dreams of Me - Part 3

Authored by: Webmistress on May 13, 2010

Oh my. This is delish.

Genie Dreams of Me - Part 3

Authored by: Miss Sadi Stick on May 25, 2010

This story is fantastic. I love it!!!

Genie Dreams of Me - Part 3

Authored by: mistress K on May 31, 2010

my wonderful slave does this for me on a regular basis. ahh devine loving.

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