Chapter 3: I Wish You Were

I held a sexy young Genie on my lap. She was really truly mine.

A gift from a man I hardly knew.

She was really something else.

I leaned back and pushed her a bit in front of me. “So DAN decided you would be mine?”

“Yes Justin.”

“And now you just ARE mine? Like property or a slave?”

“Yes Justin.” And she wiggled her ass on my crotch, sending very pleasant tingles to Mr. Happy. “I am happily yours in any manner you desire.”

I looked at her and asked, “So how many wishes do you have grant me before you can go away to your next master?”

She giggled, (Damn I already LOVED her little giggle. It is SEXY as hell) “My Justin, I am not bound by fairy tales and silly stories. I am here to grant your every wish, exactly as you mean it, no matter how many wishes, until your time has ended and I pass back into the ring.

“There is no limitation on what you can wish for, or how often, and no silly trickster games to make your wishes backfire. Such things are the imagination of feeble minded humans.”

I thought for a moment, then, “I wish for a Hundred Thousand Dollars cash money, in a black briefcase, here on this table, now.”

“As you wish Justin.” She blinked, and the briefcase appeared. Open. With stacks or Hundred Dollar bills neatly packed inside. Right in front of where we were sitting.

“WOW!” I exclaimed.

“And this is REAL money? Not counterfeit? Free of anyone looking for it because it disappeared from some bank vault or something?”

She frowned, then blinked again, then smiled and said, “Yes Justin. It is alright for you to have it. No trouble shall come from it.”

“What was the second ‘blink’ for just then?” I asked her.

“I had to adjust your wish to conform to your full and actual desire. I had originally not done so because you did not request it.”

I looked at her dubiously, “Jeannie, I wish that ALL my wishes, from the moment this ring was placed on my finger, will forevermore be ‘adjusted’ to prevent any kind of trouble or suspicion to be brought upon myself or you.”

“As you wish Justin.” And she blinked again.

“Is it really that simple?” I asked.

“Yes Justin.” She replied.

“Okay. Then I have another wish.” Not pausing long enough for her to reply, and I didn’t think she intended to.

“I wish that you would study the writings, television, radio programs, and music of this era ... and adjust your mannerisms and speech patterns to blend in with current culture and society. And use all the knowledge you can find to blink in clothing for yourself. Anything you desire or that makes you happy.”

“Further, I wish you to fully explore my mind, at any time you choose, and adjust your actions and mannerisms to reflect the situation and the current social customs. Also use that information to help you choose the clothing you wear so you will fit in. And get stuff I will like to see you wearing too, and and that will fit or match with my style when we are out together.”

“When e are out together?” she asked, surprised.

“Yeah. If we are going to be together a long time, you can’t just stay cooped in the house.”

Then I thought and asked, “You can go out places with me? Right?”

“As you wish my love.” She blinked again, then threw her arms around me a giggled.

“I have never had a master that wanted to be seen with me in public like a wife or consort. I think I will like this arrangement.” Then a kiss.

A kiss that was REALLY nice.

“One more thing sweetie.” And I looked deep into her eyes. (Oh my god those beautiful eyes)

“I wish that you are NOT my ‘servant’ or ‘slave’, but that you be my ‘companion’ and ‘friend’ until such time that YOU decide you want to be more to me. And I DO mean anything or everything SEXUAL. You will from this time forward have full and total say over your body and actions with me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t desire to do, and you don’t have to ‘love me’ if that is not what you desire.”

I didn’t ever remember reading about Genies crying. But tears began to roll down her cheeks. She stared into my eyes but did not do the whole “As you wish and Blink” thing.

“I have made you unhappy. I am so so very sorry. Please forgive me? Don’t send me away. I will use my magic to summon the proper knowledge and perform my duties as you desire. Please Mas ... Justin, Please don’t send me away. I want to serve YOU.”

“Hold that wish!” I almost yelled. “Jeannie, what did I say wrong? I don’t want to send you away. I was trying to make things better. I WISH you would disregard my last wish (is that right?) and let me state it differently.”

She sobbed and the sadness began to fade. “No wish is required.”

“Let me think a moment.” I told her. Then wrapped her up into a tight embrace.

I realized I had to be more careful how I made my wishes.

As I held her to my chest, and she stopped crying, she began to stroke my hair with one hand and my back with the other.

It felt GOOD.

“Let me try again,” I told her, “And you help me say this right to make a good and proper wish.”