Chapter #5Something Else by: Unknown You pick up the lamp, but before you can decide what to do with it, you hear a young voice coming from the kitchen, "Insolent mortal, how dare you speak to my master in such a way!" You enter the kitchen to find your mother staring into a glittering spiral emanating from the young genie's hand; neither of them seems to know you're there.
"But. He. Is. My. Son...," your entranced mother argues.
"Oh, in that case, I won't punish you," the girl continues. "I will allow him to decide if your offense was unjust and punish you accordingly. From now on, he is your master: Your mind and body belong to him. Your very thoughts will adjust or even cease at his command. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"You will never cover your feet in his presence, and you will offer them to him for his enjoyment whenever you see him and whenever he asks. Do you understand?" You are so dazed by the situation that you forget to wonder how the genie knew about your fetish.
"I understand."
"You will frequently offer him sexual favors, and you will submit to any that he asks of you, no matter how depraved it may be. Should he demand oral sex, you will swallow his seed; should he demand vaginal sex, you will take measures to ensure against pregnancy. You will have an orgasm when and only when he commands. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"You will think of yourself as no more than a slave girl, property of your master. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"Good, as soon as I release you, you will seek out your master, prostrate yourself before him, and beg him to use your body in any way he wants until he has forgiven you. Do you understand?"
"I understand." The spiral fades, and the genie lowers her arm. Your mother's eyes come back into focus, and seeing you, she yanks off her heels and throws herself on the ground at your feet. "Master, I apologize for insulting you," your mother pleads. She sounds like she's crying. "I implore you to use my body in any way you wish until you are satisfied with your ungrateful slut."
"Ooh, good job on the 'ungrateful slut' line," the genie comments. Your mother doesn't seem to hear her, focused as she is on your verdict.
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