"Okay" you say "for my first wish with my new genie watch I wish for you to create stocks unique for holding a genie such as yourself and for you to get in it."
The genie looks at you hesitantly she then closes her eyes and nods her head. A rumbling is heard your start to look around, then a bright light emerges from the floor behind the genie you stare in a amazement. A large golden barrel shape device emerges from the ground. You stare at in awe and confusion wondering what that contraption is. The genie is looking away from the device and at the floor. The mid section of the barrel stocks splits open revealing an angled seat that presses up the legs of anyone who sits there and shackles their arms up right, you notice that the top part of the barrel has three large holes so the head and hands can stick out of the barrel when is closes.
The genie lets out a quick scream as she's pulled into the contraption, she is seated within the barrel her feet pointed toward you and her arms mounted within the stocks. The opening in the barrel closes locking shut and most of her body disappears within the barrel. The only part of her showing now are her head, hands, and feet. The genie is clearly uncomfortable and struggles a bit before quickly giving up.
"Whoa" you look on in amazement as the once powerful genie that was standing in front of you is now a helpless damsel locked in a device. You walk toward her and start to examine the device. "This is defiantly not what I had in mind." You say. "You wanted stocks unique to me, they don't get anymore unique then this" the genie replies. She lets out a discouraging moan as you walk around her. "What's wrong?" you ask. "Every time I'm put in these stocks my nose starts to itch, but my hands are just far enough where I can't scratch it" says the genie.
You move in front of the genie and in a show of good faith you lean forward to scratch her nose for her. "Thanks hon, for a pervert your alright" replies the genie. As you lean forward though you feel something soft caress your crotch. You look down to see the top part of the genie's soft feet rubbing against your shaft. You look up at the genie who is unable to see her own feet do to the nature of the stocks but can feel your warm member rubbing against her foot.
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