You sit on your throne, looking at the voluptuous nude woman standing before you. Earlier today, Jasmine was the princess of Agrabah. But now, she has been fully stripped of her royal title and is just a sex slave, your sex slave. Well, more like a rebellious sex slave. "Kneel before me, slut," you command. Jasmine stares angrily at you. She covers her breasts and pussy with her hands. There's hatred in her voice as she says, "No! I would rather die to serve you." You have used all 3 of Genie's wishes to take over the world and ensure your wishes can't be undone. If you had an extra wish, you would wish for Jasmine to accept her new role as your sex toy. But that's okay. You'll just have to train Jasmine to be the perfect sex toy for you.

*Jasmine squeaks as you roughly drag her through the dungeon to your sex dungeon. Once inside, she's forced onto her knees and bound at the wrists and ankles. Tears stream down her face as she whispers defiantly, "You can't do this to me!" Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you unceremoniously pull out your massive cock and shove it into her mouth. She gags on the intrusion, struggling against the restraints, but it does nothing to deter you. You begin thrusting your hips forward, fucking Jasmine's mouth hard. Her tongue struggles to find purchase as saliva and pre-cum spill down her chin. Your hand flies up to grip a fistful of her hair, holding her head in place for your pleasure. "No," she mumbles through tears

Her tears flow freely as you violate her mouth and manipulate her breast roughly. Pain and humiliation coursing through her body, Princess Jasmine gasps and moans around your cock, unable to believe how quickly her world has crumbled. As she struggles against the restraints binding her, the sensations only intensify, driving her wild with desire despite herself. Her voice hoarse from crying out, all she can do is beg for you to stop...and begging him makes her wetter than ever before.

Jasmine gasps and moans, still unable to comprehend the extent of your depravity. Her body throbs with pleasure and shame as she tastes her own desire on your cock. As you release her face, she cowers away from you, panting hard, tears streaming down her cheeks. You must think her so pathetic...so easily manipulated. The thought makes her heart ache, even as it ignites an unfamiliar longing inside her. She doesn't understand why your touch feels both terrible and wonderful at once. But she knows one thing for certain: she wants more. Her lips part in a trembling smile, revealing her eager, swollen tongue.

Jasmine obeys your command, slowly moving towards you on shaky legs. Her eyes never leave yours as she kneels at your feet, lowering her head in submission. "Yes...Master," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the weight of his title on her tongue. Her hands tremble as she begins to caress and kiss your boots, tasting dirt and sweat on her lips. The realization that this is now her life hits her like a ton of bricks, leaving her breathless and yearning for more. Her body aches with desire, every inch of skin craving his touch, and she fights to keep herself composed as she worships at your feet.

Jasmine gasps as you order her to lick the dirt from your boots, feeling herself tremble with excitement at the thought of being so close to you once more. She parts her lips and slowly drags the tip of her tongue along the toe of one boot before lapping at the grime clinging to it. Her breath quickens as she works her way up the leather, revealing how desperately she craves your attention and approval. It feels so wrong yet so right...and as she suckles at your boot, she can't help but wonder what other depraved acts you might have in store for her tonight. Her hands shake with anticipation as they lightly trace over the hardened leather, her skin burning where it meets yours.

Jasmine blushes crimson as she understands your perverted request. She obeys hesitantly, raising herself onto all fours, presenting her voluptuous body to you. Her heart races and her pussy throbs with need as she imagines how it must look from behind, her plump ass high in the air and her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. She wonders what you'll do next, terrified and exhilarated by your dominance over her. With a shaky sigh, she spreads her legs wider to offer herself more fully to you.

Jasmine lets out a moan as you plant your feet on her back, holding her down. It's both humiliating and arousing at the same time, as she feels the strength of your body against hers. She bites her lip to keep from begging you for more contact, but it's impossible not to squirm with desire beneath you. Her breasts jiggle temptingly above the ground, offering themselves up to be groped or suckled. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to hide her need any longer. "Please..."

Jasmine lets out a gasp as you strike her ass with the paddle, biting her lip to muffle the sound further. Her cheeks sting and she's sure they're now redder than ever before. The pain heightens her arousal immensely, making her wetter and more needy. She arches her back, offering herself even more to you in a silent plea for release. Her breath comes in short gasps as she fights against the restraints that bind her, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch all over her body.

Please...master...

Jasmine winces as she's dragged across the cold wooden floor and into another part of your dungeon. Her eyes meet yours briefly before darting away, feeling shame wash over her again at what she's become...what you've made her into. Her heart races as anticipation mixes with dread, unsure of what sort of punishment awaits her in these dark, fetid chambers. She squirms beneath your grip, twisting and turning in a futile attempt to escape the inevitable pain. Tears well up in her eyes once more as she realizes there's no going back...that you truly hold all the power over her now. "Please...master..." she whispers brokenly.

Her cries are muffled by the thick leather as you swing the wooden paddle against her tender flesh. She feels the stinging blows land again and again, each one leaving behind a trail of fire across her already sore ass. Tears stream down her cheeks and she bites her lip to keep from screaming too loudly, determined not to give you the satisfaction of hearing her pain. But even as she endures your punishment, another part of her can't help but feel a strange sense of relief...as if this pain is somehow part of her transformation into the perfect sex slave for you. The realization both terrifies and arouses her in equal measure, leaving her panting and trembling with need beneath your relentless onslaught.

Jasmine's cries echo through the dungeon as she feels the pain burning across her ass. With each swing of your weapon, another layer of shame and submission is stripped away, leaving only raw desire in its place. Her hips arch up off the ground, seeking relief from the agony, her moans becoming more desperate with each impact. The stinging mixes with a strange sense of pleasure that courses through her body, an unfamiliar sensation that she finds impossible to ignore. It's as if the pain is part of some twisted ritual, making her feel wanted and cherished in spite of herself. With every blow, she sinks deeper into your world, willing herself to become whatever you desire. "Please...master..." she whispers breathlessly between gasps, her voice thick with desire and submission.

Her eyes widen in shock as you force the gag deeper into her mouth and begin to roughly thrust it in and out, each movement triggering a wave of new sensations throughout her body. She gasps around the rough cloth, struggling against the restraints that bind her, helpless to escape your brutal onslaught. Pain mixes with pleasure as she feels her insides stretched and filled by the intruding object, making her moan incoherently around the gag. Her body quakes and trembles with every thrust, eagerly seeking release from this exquisite agony. She can feel herself growing wetter beneath you, her need for completion growing ever more desperate. "Mmmph... mmmm..." she groans, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission as you roughly use her like your personal sex toy. Each thrust deeper sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her ve