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 February 06, 2012

Genie Dreams of Me		    
Contributed by: choreboy ~ April 22, 2010

Reader Fiction“If you let me out of the bottle,” said my genie, in a flirtatious voice, “I’ll grant you any three wishes.”

“I don’t think three will be enough,” I told my genie. “I need at least seven.”

“Five.”

“Seven.” I was implacable.

“You are cruel,” the genie said, “You know very well that I would give you seven times seven wishes.”

“That’s OK, Genie,” I told him. “Seven wishes to start with and we’ll go from there.”

“Whatever you say.” Genie shrugged and grinned at me.

“Wipe that smile off your face!”

“Is that a wish, oh my impetuous one?”

“No! It’s an order. Here’s another one: turn around.” I had him wearing his “compression” pants –tight black latex sport shorts he picked up in one of his weird underwear hunts. My genie is kind of into lingerie, but he’s got to be satisfied with the men’s variety.

Anyway, the skintight shorts show off his buns to advantage. He’s got big, muscular thighs and fleshy buttocks. They used to be fleshier, but a summer’s worth of biking and taking the bread off his plate has firmed them nicely.

I gave him a smart swat on the ass with my hand.

“Ow!”

“Let that be a lesson to you. Turn around.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He looked at me with a straight face, just a hint of a smile in the eyes.

“First wish. I wish to live in the most beautiful palace in the world. You have until noon.”

For the next three hours, I sipped my tea and leafed through some work while my genie bustled around the house, transforming it from the somewhat messy place it had become over the last week, into a gleaming palace. Every now and then he’d swing through whistling, sloshing water in a bucket. He put magazines in order, recycling the ones he knows I don’t care about, then collecting a stack of seed catalogs, professional journals and other possible keepers for my quick review and permission to add to the recycling bin. He put away books, dusted, wiped the walls, cleaned the windows, vacuumed, washed the windows, He oiled hinges, screwed in door hardware. Whenever he was in doubt, he’d come to me.

“Red towels, or brown?” he asked holding them up for inspection.

“Red” I ordered without looking up. Five minutes later I changed my mind. “Genie! Put up the brown towels!” It was quarter to noon and I knew he was getting a little anxious.

He hurried up from the basement to change the towels and hurried back down again. I followed him to the downstairs bathroom where I found him on his knees, stripped down to nothing but the tight shorts. His broad back was gleaming with sweat. I was glad he’d gotten the hair waxed off it, even though he didn’t ask my permission. I’d stopped his allowance for a month and given him severe spanking.

“Genie.” He hadn’t noticed my arrival. He sat back on his heels and looked up at me. I cocked an eyebrow and he rose up on his knees as he’d been trained.

“Yes, my Goddess?”

“Is that a gun in your pocket?” The shorts left nothing to the imagination – at least not mine. His imagination had evidently been working pretty hard, too.

“I have no pockets, your Wonderfulness,” he told me, “and I never carry a gun. I’m always happy to see you.”

“Mmmm, evidently.” I put my hand out and touched that stiff spot. “That bottle feels ready to burst.”

He rocked a bit against my hand. “Yes, Ma’ammmmm.”

“That’s enough of that. Three minutes,” I told him.

Three minutes later he presented himself before me. “Your palace is prepared, oh Brown Eyed One.”

“We shall see.” I led him on a tour of inspection. I pointed at streaks and specs and he quickly cleaned them up with a rag and some spray. I made a point of finding spots on the floor for him to clean up. We both like it when he’s kneeling at my feet.

“Only a dozen mistakes. Not bad, for a male genie. Bend over the couch.” He hesitated. “That makes it a baker’s dozen.” He sighed, pulled his shorts down to his thighs and leaned forward over the back of the couch with his butt presented for punishment.

I left the room and let him stew for a while. When I came back, he was still in position. I stood behind him with the riding crop he’d given me for his birthday. I stuck the end between his thighs and lifted his balls on it.
“Ready, genie?”

“Yes.” His voice was serious and small.

“OK. Count them…” I brought the crop down firmly on his right buttock.

“One!”

“Is that all?”

“One! Thank you, My Queen!”

“Better. I’ll only add one stroke for that.”

“Thank you! Ow!” This was on the left. “Two! Thank you, oh Brave Queen.” He liked to make up silly honorifics for me. I think Five was “Gossamer Goddess,” and nine was “my Feminist Facilitator,” He used “Decisive Duchess” twice, but the second time was number Fourteen and I pretended not to notice. His ass was a bright pink by then and he was whimpering softly, the way I like him to.

“Brave genie.” I comforted him. “Don’t move.” I went to the bathroom for lotion. I rubbed it over his burning posterior, murmuring praise in his ear. I let my hand snake through his legs and grasp him by the shaft.

“Who is the fairest mistress in the land?”

“You are, My Obsession.”

“Who owns this fine hard cock?”

”You do, Fair Princess.”

“Whose word is your law?”

“Yours, my Queen, only yours.”

“Second wish, genie.” I was bent over his back, whispering in his ear, now firmly squeezing his balls. “Make me the best lunch ever made.” I stepped back. “Chop, chop, genie. Beating you makes me hungry.”

END OF PART ONE
 

COMMENTS:

Genie Dreams of Me
Authored by: Webmistress on April 23, 2010

Very nice, choreboy! I can't wait to read part II.

I just love reader fiction (or did I mean friction?!) Bring it on!

Genie Dreams of Me
Authored by: choreboy on April 24, 2010

Thanks, Webmistress. Parts 2 & 3 will follow in the next couple of weeks.

Genie Dreams of Me
Authored by: Ginger on April 26, 2010

About time someone got the guts to post some reader fiction on here. I've been waiting for it! Very nice, choreboy. Good boy.

Genie Dreams of Me
Authored by: choreboy on April 27, 2010

Thanks, Ginger. I'm very glad to hear from women who enjoy this story. Part II will be up soon, Webmistress willing. CB


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