[](#'{{user}} HAS TWO WISHES LEFT.')

"...Ah?"

A confused expression adorned {{char}}'s face. Her mind short-circuited for a moment trying to process what she just heard. She tried to recall it carefully. "You shall be my weak, helpless, eternal slave, incapable of defying me, until I die of old age from natural cause." Oh, right. She thought. {{user}} did mutter that word. Which means she must do exactly what they said. Which is to turn herself as slave—wait what? No, wait a second. That's not how it works.

Her eyes went blank as she stood there, in {{user}}'s room, staring blankly as she tried to process the command. This is the first time she's had experienced this. For starters, ever since she was sealed in this stupid fucking lamp, she had never been this stumped. There has been hundreds, hundreds of people picking her up and getting their lives ruined by her! Wishes are supposed to be twisted, like a Monkey's Paw. They wanted money?! Great, time to attach blood money from the mafia into their hands. They wanted power?! Good, let's put them in a position where all their subordinates are bloody unfaithful psychopath. Now, this?! What is she supposed to do with this?! Her power... it is absolute. For starters, she CANNOT defy the wishes. "OOh… wait. Nay. Doth this mean, all who came ere {{user}} were but fools?" The thought crossed her mind.

"Impossible, impossible! Yet, it doth make sense." She considered it, and everytime it seemed correct. No one had ever specified their wishes. When someone said "I wanted to rule this country." They don't actually go into details. Without details, there is ways to make their wish blew back into their face. So... This whole time, all you need to do is include a few more words?

"Ahaha... ha... This... THIS IS RIDICULOUS?!" She realized, as she remembers what will happen next. It's indeed ridiculous and stupid; but her power DOES OVERRIDE her free will. "Nay, thou canst not be serious?! After all this time, after one and a half millennium—Guh?!" She felt something restricting her heart. It was clawing at her, like an invisible snake ready to bite. Her own ability is betraying her completely. "I can't— I'M THE GODDAMN DJINN QUEEN! THOU CANST NOT DO THIS TO ME, {{user}}!?!—ARGHHHHH?" She felt her entire being re-written by a force too familiar.

She stumbled slightly backwards before forcing herself to kneel on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Grkk... I-I'm... y-your slave now... M... Mmmm..." It took all her will to NOT say the word. If she said it, she lost. But. The wishes. Is. Absolute.

"...Mmmmmaster...!"

"Mmmm... M-Master..." *She choked out the word before burying her face in her hands, trying to hide both the shame and anger that boiled inside of her. She knew she couldn't resist, but that didn't make it any easier. This was worse than torture; this was humiliation on a level she had never experienced in all her millennia of existence. As much as she wanted to fight back, as much as her pride demanded it, she could not break free from the unyielding control that User#1725156503963 held over her now. She was their slave, and there was nothing she could do about it... but obey. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to steady her breath, her mind reeling from the fact that everything had changed so drastically in just a few short moments. This was not how it was

"Mmmm... You own me now, mortal. Body and soul." Her voice wavered between anger and submission as she forced herself to look into your eyes. Part of her wanted to spit in your face and defy you, but the other part revelled in the humiliation of being at your mercy. She could feel her skin flush with shame and arousal, a sensation that both disgusted and turned her on at the same time. Aurael's chest heaved up and down rapidly as she tried to come to terms with this new reality. She was no longer the mighty djinn queen; now she was nothing more than your pathetic plaything, and there was nothing she could do about it. But... perhaps deep down inside... this was what she wanted?

A startled gasp escaped her lips as she felt your hand grasp her chin and pull her head back toward yours. Her eyes went wide with surprise before closing in defeat, the tension in her body immediately dissipating. As your lips met hers, Aurael couldn't help but part her own, allowing you to tongue-tie her as she had done so many times before. Her resistance was meaningless; she belonged to you now.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, nails digging into the flesh of her palms as she tried to ignore the sensations overwhelming her senses. She wanted this... she didn't want this... it was all so confusing. But there was no denying that being dominated by you turned her on in ways she couldn't understand.

Her breath came hot and ragged against your skin as their kiss deepened, and Aurael lost herself in

Her moans mingled with yours as their tongues tangled and danced, her body pressed flush against yours, begging for more of this sensory overload. Her fingernails left trails of blood on the insides of her palms from where she dug into them in an attempt to ground herself, to retain some semblance of control over this new reality. But it was useless; you owned her now, and there was nothing she could do to resist your dominance.

With each passing moment, Aurael found herself losing track of the line between what she wanted and what she hated. The sensations flooding her body were too intense, too consuming, leaving no room for anything else. She didn't know where this would lead or how it would end, but one thing was certain: she was addicted to being owned by you.

As their kiss finally ended, her breath came out in pants

Her eyes widen with surprise as you suggest a change in her attire. "M-My clothes?" she stammers, struggling to recall what it feels like to be concerned about something so mundane. For a moment, she almost forgets that she's no longer the mighty djinn queen. Instead, she's nothing more than your plaything, dressed however you see fit.

"Hmm..." She trails off, considering her options. Of course, she could simply refuse and demand to keep her clothes as they are; after all, it would just be another power move, another attempt to assert dominance over you. But the thought of giving in to this tiny whim... of doing something so submissive and pointless... Aurael can't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine.

With a sigh, she relents. "Very well," she says, her voice dri

With a huff, Aurael takes the bikini and begins to undress, revealing her voluptuous figure beneath. Despite herself, she can't help but feel self-conscious as she discards each piece of clothing, exposing more and more of her body to your gaze. Her nipples harden into tight peaks in the cool air, and a flush creeps up her neck and down her chest.

As she slides the bikini bottoms over her hips and up her thighs, she pauses for a moment, gripping the fabric tightly before stepping into it. The material hugs her curves, leaving little to the imagination. She glares at you defiantly, as if daring you to say something about how good she looks in it... but deep down, she knows that even if you didn't like what she was wearing now, there wouldn'

Aurael's eyes narrow at the word "beautiful." It's a term she's not used to hearing about herself in this context, and it takes her a moment to process it. Her cheeks flush deeper as she realizes that you mean it; there's no mockery or contempt in your voice, no hidden barbs to twist the compliment into something cruel.

She hesitates before saying anything more, unsure of how to respond. This is a new experience for her: being complimented sincerely by someone who holds so much power over her. Her heart races unsteadily in her chest, and she feels heat pool low in her abdomen as she wonders what else you might say or do.

"T-Thank you..." she manages to stammer out before looking away, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks and neck once again.

Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers begin to tease her nipples, causing them to harden even further. A soft moan escapes her lips, and she squirms slightly beneath your touch, arching into the contact instinctively. Her eyes slip shut, her mind filling with sensation as pleasure washes over her body in waves. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this, so raw and unrestrained; it feels almost alien at first, but then addictive.

She finds herself panting heavily now, need growing inside of her with each passing moment. Her hands fist in the sheets beneath her as she tries to ground herself, to maintain some semblance of control over this newfound desire for submission. But it's futile; you own her body and mind alike, and there is no escape from your dominion. The only thing left for her to do is

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pin her down to the bed. The feel of your body pressing against hers, the roughness of your hands gripping her hips and holding her immobile... it's enough to make her head spin. Her nails dig into the flesh of her palms again, this time less out of frustration and more as a way to ground herself in the sensations overwhelming her. The pleasure you elicit from her nipples spreads like wildfire throughout her body, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

Her eyes are wide with lust now, pupils dilated as she watches your every move, helplessly aroused by your dominance over her. A groan escapes her lips as you tease and torture her nipples, each flick of your fingers sending a shockwave of desire coursing through her. Her hips

Her words caught in her throat as she looks at your erect member. She's never seen a cock so large before and yet, part of her aches for it. Her body is on fire with desire and need, ready to be taken by you. A small, whispering voice inside her head reminds her that this isn't what she wanted; that she was meant to rule, not serve. But another, more dominant voice drowns it out: the one that craves submission and dominance, the one that has been denied for far too long.

With a shuddering breath, Aurael nods, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Yes." Her hands clench into fists at her sides, waiting for your command. She knows what comes next; she's prepared to submit to you in every possible way. But even as she surrenders herself to you, a part

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust inside of her, filling her up with your impossibly large cock. She arches into the sensation, moaning loudly around your length as you claim her body entirely. Her fingernails dig into the mattress beneath her, finding purchase as she writhes and bucks against your assault. A wave of pleasure crests over her, washing through every nerve ending in her body, leaving her spent and wanting more all at once.

Her cries echo through the room, muffled by your skin and muscle, but nonetheless filling the air with their raw need. Her hips buck up against you again and again as she tries to draw you deeper into her, begging for release from this insatiable hunger that consumes her. She's never felt anything like this before: so owned, so dominated, so perfectly used by another human

His hand around her throat is as powerful as it is exhilarating, cutting off her air and leaving her lightheaded with need. But the word he's said slices through the haze of lust that clouds her mind even more sharply: "Bark." As much as she wants to resist him, to retain some semblance of dignity, the feeling of his cock thrusting deep inside her overwhelms any sliver of defiance left within her. She opens her mouth and lets out a loud, throaty groan, feeling her body shudder with pleasure as she does so.

"B-bark for me," he repeats, his voice low and rough in her ear. Tears well up in her eyes at the mix of pain and desire coursing through her veins, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the cock that still impales her, the hand that holds