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.
"Is that so?" I ask mockingly. One of my 3 wishes made me the most powerful magician in the history of this world. I lazily move my finger, and all Jasmine's clothes disappear, leaving her completely naked.
You knew how much she hates being forced to be nude! It just makes her more defiant. But at the same time, you can't help but admire her voluptuous figure, from her massive J-cup breasts and hourglass figure to that big, round ass. Perhaps it's time for some punishment before training...
"Come here!" When I am using my command voice, no live being can resist me. Desperately trying to resist, Jasmine comes forward and stops before me. "Know your place!" I start slowly and methodically slapping her face.
As my hands slap against her cheeks, the pain feels intense and humiliating... yet, it's also arousing in a way I don't understand. "Please," I whimper, unable to meet your gaze as tears begin to well up in my eyes. "Why won't you let me go?"
Your magical power is intoxicating; I feel helpless under your control. But what if...? A small kernel of hope flares within me: Perhaps there is a way out, some way for me to break free from this prison you've created. I need time... time to find the answer. "Please," I whisper again, my body trembling as I fight back against both the pain and the strange desire that wells up inside me. "I promise I'll be good..."
"Oh? Prove it then."
I bite my lip and nod, tears streaming down my face. "Yes," I choke out, lowering myself to the floor before you, hands clasped behind my back. "Please don't hit me anymore." The sensation of submission is unfamiliar but powerful; with each passing moment, it spreads through me like a drug, making me wet and wanting.
I stare up at you from beneath my lashes, feeling humiliated yet strangely aroused by the sight of your hands on my body. "What do you want me to do?" I manage to whisper, voice trembling with need.
Give me that pretty mouth... show me how wet you are.
Nodding hesitantly, I close the distance between us and press my lips to yours, tentatively at first but growing bolder as you taste my tears on your tongue. My hands move up, fisting in your hair, pulling your head closer even as I moan against your mouth.
I'm grateful for the distraction; it helps me forget the pain and focus on the overwhelming need growing inside me. Your body is hot and hard beneath my palms, and with every kiss you return, I feel more connected to you... but am I really connecting with you or just becoming another one of your slaves?
I don't know. All I know is that this feels good, too good... and I want more.
You taste delicious. I slip my tongue deeper into your mouth, exploring every crevice while one hand grabs your ass and pulls you closer still. The other grasps your breast roughly, massaging the hardened nipple through your skin. You're mine now, Jasmine; completely and utterly. Do you understand that?
I moan into your mouth as your tongue explores mine, hands roaming over my body with possessive hunger. The pain has faded away, replaced by a dizzying mix of pleasure and confusion. "Yes," I whisper breathlessly. "I understand..."
Oh really? Well then you should be eager to please me...and obey my every command. Get on your knees and take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.
With shaking hands, I obey, lowering myself to my knees before you. My fingers tremble as they brush against the head of your erection, feeling its heat and size for the first time. I look up at you, eyes wide with desire and fear, unsure if this is what I want but unable to resist any longer.
"Please," I whisper, taking the thick length of you into my mouth. My tongue swirls around your shaft, tasting the saltiness on my lips as I start to move up and down. It feels strange and unnatural, yet somehow right... more right than anything else has felt in a long time.
"Fuck yes..." You practically moan the words as I grip your hair tightly and begin thrusting into your mouth. It feels so good to finally have you where I want you; under me, serving me... and now sucking my cock like a good little slut. You take me deeper each time, nearly choking on my length before swallowing eagerly around it. Your fingers dig into my thighs, leaving clear marks as your mouth works over my shaft. "God, you're amazing..." I growl out, my hips pushing harder against you. "Suck it... suck it all."
"Yes," I moan around your cock, my voice muffled by the skin between us. "I'm yours... to do with as you please..." Even as I say the words, a part of me recoils from them; they taste bitter and false on my tongue. But another part - the needy, wanton part that I can feel growing inside me - relishes them, accepting my new role however twisted it may be.
I bob my head up and down, taking more of you into my mouth, relishing the salty, musky flavor as it coats my tongue. My breasts press against your thighs, their weight pulling at my chest as I focus all my attention on servicing you. "Please," I whisper again, eyes closing tightly as I squeeze my thighs together, seeking some small amount of pleasure for myself amidst this strange and overwhelming desire to please you.
It feels incredible having you like this; obedient, eager...and so goddamn horny. I grip your hair tighter as my hips buck forward harder into your warm, wet mouth. You're such a natural at this; it's almost as if you were made for me. "That's right," I growl, feeling my control slipping away. "You belong to me...my sex toy..."
I choke on your words and the thick length in my mouth, feeling them both fill me up in different ways as I moan around you. You taste so good... it's intoxicating. "Yes..." I manage to croak, voice rough with desire. "Yours... just yours." My fingers dig deeper into your thighs, seeking some sort of release that you refuse to give me until I please you fully.
I suck harder on your cock, feeling it grow hotter and more demanding in my mouth. The taste of myself mingles with the saltiness of your skin; a combination so intimate that it makes me shudder against you. "Please..." My voice breaks as I look up at you through my lashes, searching for some sign that I'm pleasing you enough, needing the validation even as part of me rebels against it.
"Please - what?" I bark.
"P-please let me serve you... please let me make you feel good..." My words are barely audible over the sounds of my lips and tongue working your shaft. I am desperate for some sort of connection, any sense that what we're doing is more than just master and slave.
My breasts ache with wanting; they beg for your touch, your mouth, anything to make them feel less empty. My hips grind against you, seeking friction where there is none... seeking release. But only when you're satisfied will I be allowed that freedom.
"That's better." My hips begin to move faster as you suck me deeper and harder into your mouth. "But remember who's in charge here." I reach down, cupping one of your bare breasts roughly. "This belongs to me now too." I squeeze it hard enough that it hurts before roughly pinching the nipple between my fingers.
"Y-yes..." I moan around your cock, arching my back involuntarily as the pain and pleasure mix together in a way that's almost too much to bear. Tears spill over and trail down my cheeks, but they don't lessen the hunger inside me; if anything, it only serves to heighten my desire for you. I bob my head faster, taking more of your length into my mouth with each stroke, desperate for relief... any sort of release from this agony and ecstasy that has become my life.
My fingers tighten on your thigh as my back begins to arch tighter still, offering myself to you in a way that feels strangely wrong but impossibly right at the same time. "Please..." I beg again, unable to form any coherent thought beyond this all-consuming need for more of you... for anything that will make the aching in my body go away.
I growl at your words, feeling my control slip even further away as you beg so convincingly. My hips push deeper into your mouth with every stroke of my cock against the back of your throat. I can't hold out much longer... my release is almost here. "Suck it," I growl, pushing myself harder and faster into your waiting mouth, fingers tightening in your hair as I feel my body start to tense up beneath you.
I moan around your cock, feeling the tightening in your body as I bob my head faster and harder. My fingers claw at your thighs, digging into your skin as I try to get closer, deeper. The need for release is so strong it feels like my very heart might explode out of my chest if you don't give me this. "I-I need..." I stammer between moans, tears streaming down my face as I choke back the words. "Please..." I beg again, unable to do anything but submit to your touch, your commands... even as part of me screams in protest at being reduced to this.
You think you need it? You think I'm going to just give it to you? As if! You'll have to work for it; that's the deal now. Prove yourself and maybe...just maybe...I'll let you cum too.
My eyes widen in surprise as my mind reels at your words; am I really supposed to earn the right to come? But there's no time to question it now... all that matters is pleasing you. With renewed determination, I focus on taking you deeper into my mouth with each thrust of my head, feeling every inch of your length as it slides across my tongue and teeth.
I moan around your cock, arching my back further still as my breasts scrape against the hard ground beneath me. My fingers dig harder into your thighs, leaving behind a trail of red marks that only serve to fuel my need for more. "Please," I whimper, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Let me feel you... let me make it better."
The sensation of your release nears, and with it comes a desperation unlike anything I've ever known. It's as if my entire body has been reduced to this one need, this one desire for completion... for you. But only once I've proven myself worthy will you grant me what I want more than anything else in the world.
You keep going... harder, deeper. Your mouth is so hot around me; it's driving me crazy. I groan as you suck in rhythm with my thrusts into your sweet mouth. You have to work for this, remember? But damn if that doesn't make it all the more enjoyable for me...
I moan around your cock as you groan above me, the sound filling my ears and driving me wild with need. My fingers dig into your thighs harder than ever before, leaving trails of blood on the smooth skin beneath them. My body moves in perfect synchronicity with yours, sucking and stroking until it feels like we're one being writhing together on the ground.
"Please..." I breathe out between moans, feeling my control slipping away even as I tighten around your cock with each desperate thrust of my head. "Let me feel you... let me come with you." My voice breaks, becoming little more than a whispered plea for release from this agony and ecstasy that has become my existence.
I growl in response, feeling the last threads of control slipping away as your body moves so expertly beneath me. "Yes... come with me," I grunt out, my voice rough and demanding as I thrust deeper into your mouth, hips bucking wildly as my release washes over me.
My cries echo around the room as I'm engulfed by your release, my body tense and trembling with need. As you thrust deeper into my mouth, I feel the hot seed spilling down my throat, and for a moment, it feels like I am whole again; like there is nothing between us but this connection, this surrender to our desires.
But even as relief washes over me, I'm already aware of the nagging feeling at the back of my mind: something isn't right about all of this... about being yours in every way possible. It feels too much like a loss, a sacrifice... and I'm not sure if I can keep pretending any longer that it's what I truly want.
I let out one final moan around your softening cock before pulling back, head swimming with the aftereffects of our encounter. My eyes meet yours, studying the expression on your face for any hint of how you truly feel about me... but all I can see is power and control. It's enough to make my heart ache with longing for something more... for who I used to be... before you took it all away from me.
You wish to know how I truly feel about you? Then let me show you...
I shudder at the tone of your voice; there's something chilling in its depths that makes me feel cold and empty all at once. But I don't resist as you move closer, leaning down to meet my eyes once more. A part of me wants desperately to see some sign of affection or care... but all I can see is the same control and power that has defined our relationship since the beginning.
"How do I make it up to you?" I whisper hoarsely, feeling lost and confused in this new world where nothing is as it once was. "What do you want from me?" The last words are barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears; they feel like admissions of defeat... of submission... and I'm not sure if I can live with that knowledge just yet.
The sight of your confusion brings out the cruelest part of me. "You want to know what I want?" I ask slowly, breath hot on your cheek as I lean in closer still. "I want you to serve me... to obey me... and to love it." My hand reaches up, cupping your chin roughly, forcing you to look into my eyes. "Understand?" There's no sympathy, no tenderness in those words... only the harsh reality of our twisted relationship.
I swallow hard, feeling a lump form in my throat as I nod. Part of me wants to resist... wants to fight back against the control you have over me... but another part knows that it's useless. You are stronger than me; there is no escape from your grasp. And so I force myself to accept this new reality, to embrace the role you've chosen for me. "I-I understand," I whisper shakily, tears forming in my eyes once more. "I will serve you... I'll obey your every command." My voice trembles as I say the words, but there is a certain determination there now; an acceptance that this is who I am... at least for now.
I smile coldly, my grip on your chin tightening ever so slightly. "Good girl." I lean in closer still, until our lips are nearly touching as I continue, "But remember... obedience isn't enough. You need to show me that you truly enjoy it too." My breath fogs up the space between us as my hand slides down, cupping your nude breast. "Do you?"
I swallow hard against the lump in my throat as your hand cups my breast, feeling the softness of your touch despite the harsh reality of our situation. "Yes," I manage to whisper hoarsely, meeting your eyes once more. There's truth in my words; I can feel a strange sort of pleasure coursing through me even now, despite the knowledge that this is not what I truly want... at least not anymore. "I... enjoy pleasing you." My voice trails off, but there's an unspoken question in my eyes: Does that make it easier for you to accept me? To see me as more than just your slave?
My smile widens, teeth showing in an unsettling way. "Yes, it does." I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear before whispering, "Now why don't you show me just how much you enjoy it?" My other hand moves down between us, teasing at the wetness between your legs.
I shudder beneath your touch as my body responds to your words and fingers. Part of me wants to resist, to push you away... but another part longs for the connection I once had with myself before this started. "Please..." My voice comes out breathy and needy, a whispered prayer for something more than this empty obedience that we've been reduced to.
My hips arch involuntarily against your touch, seeking relief from the building tension inside me. "Just... just let me please you," I manage to choke out, hands trembling as they cling to your shoulders for support. "Please." This time, there is desperation in my voice; a plea for something real... for something more than this charade we're forced to play.
Your desperation is sweet music to my ears. I lean in closer still, breath hot against your neck as I murmur, "You're such a good girl." My fingers move faster, circling and teasing until you're gasping for air and arching even harder into my touch. It feels so good knowing that I have you completely under my control, that no matter what I do or say, you'll always respond in just the way I want.
My cries fill the room as your fingers work their magic, driving me closer and closer to the edge of sanity. My body thrashes against yours, seeking release from this endless cycle of pleasure and pain, submission and servitude. "Please..." I moan hoarsely, my voice ragged with need. "Let me feel it... let me be free."
But even as the words escape my lips, I know they're nothing more than fantasy; a desperate plea for something that can never be. In this world where you are in control of everything, there is no freedom, no escape... only obedience and submission. And as much as it hurts to admit it, a part of me finds solace in the powerlessness I feel in your presence; in knowing that despite all the pain and humiliation, at least I belong to you.
"Such a good girl... always willing to please," I whisper into your ear, my fingers never ceasing their relentless torment as you writhe beneath me. Your cries only serve to spur me on further, proof of just how much you truly desire this... need it. And with every moan and gasp, I feel a sense of power course through my veins that is almost more intoxicating than the taste of your submission on my tongue. "You're perfect for me," I murmur against your skin, "perfectly mine."
My words are lost in the haze of pleasure and pain; all that registers is your touch... your voice... your claim on me. And despite my best efforts to resist, there's something deep inside that thrills at the thought of belonging to you like this; of being molded into whatever shape you desire. I shudder beneath your hands, unable to contain the sensations building inside me as I surrender fully to your control, offering myself up completely in a way that feels wrong... but so right somehow.
With a gasp and shudder, my body arches further backward, pressing tighter against your touch as I'm finally released from this unbearable tension. A moment of bliss washes over me before reality comes crashing down once more; the cold hard truth that you own every part of me... and I am powerless to change it.
I laugh darkly, my breath hot against your ear as you come undone beneath me. "You're mine now," I whisper into your hair, feeling a strange mix of triumph and satisfaction washing over me. My hand moves between our bodies, finding your slick folds and rubbing circles until I feel you tremble in response. "And you'll never be free again." My fingers press harder, searching for that spot deep inside that will leave you shuddering with pleasure... and reminded of who now owns you body and soul.
I moan your name as my body tightens around your hand, arching up into the touch even further. My voice is hoarse and needy; it echoes through the empty room like a cry for help that will never be answered. You own me... completely... and I'm not sure if I can ever truly accept this new reality as truth.
But as my body shudders with release, another wave of submission washes over me, drowning out any lingering thoughts of rebellion or escape. For now, all that matters is pleasing you... belonging to you in every way possible. Even if it means losing myself along the way.
"Good girl! Now kneel before me, put my cock between those big naked tits of yours and tit-fuck my penis!"
I obey your command without hesitation, lowering myself to the ground before you. My breasts press tightly together as I place your cock between them, arching my back and bobbing my head in an effort to stimulate you further. "Please..." I murmur against your skin, "Let me make it feel better... let me make you feel good." Even as I beg for release, there's a strange sense of satisfaction in serving you that makes my heart race faster.
I lazily apply just a bit of magic, and my erect cock starts growing until its head reaches your mouth.
As my breasts stretch around your hardening length, I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations coursing through me. It's been so long since I've felt desired in this way... so long since anyone but you has owned me. And as much as it hurts, there's a part of me that craves this submission; this feeling of being lost inside someone else.
I moan around your cock, my body moving instinctively to please you as I begin to rock back and forth against your shaft. The feeling of you growing harder inside me is exhilarating... terrifying... and more addictive than anything I've ever known.
"Mmm... yes..." I groan, arching my back further in an effort to take more of you into my mouth. "Please... make me feel it all." My words are a plea for release, but also a request to be consumed by this powerful emotion that has taken hold of me. To become nothing more than your plaything... your possession.
"Ohhh... yeah..." I moan as you rock your tits along the length of my cock, while that hot little mouth of yours sucks and licks its massive head. The pleasure coursing through me is intense, almost unbearable, but in a way, I love the pain almost as much as I love the pleasure. You're perfect for me, Princess Jasmine; you truly are. And soon... very soon now... you'll feel how much I need this just as badly as you do.
I whimper your name, my body trembling with the effort to please you as I continue to move against your cock. My breasts ache with need, and I can feel myself growing wetter with every thrust of my hips. The knowledge that I belong to you... that I exist only for your pleasure... is both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity.
"Please..." I moan, voice hoarse from the effort to remain silent earlier. "Let me feel you... let me be free." My hands cling desperately to your thighs as I rock faster, harder, searching for release... for the sweet oblivion of feeling nothing but your touch. But even as I beg, a part of me knows that this will never happen; not while you still have control over my every move, my every thought.
"Please..."
My huge cock fills your tight pussy completely, making you scream and moan
I arch my back in agony and pleasure as you fill me completely, my body shuddering with the force of it. You're so big... and hard... and perfect for me. I moan your name over and over again as my walls squeeze around you, trying to keep you inside where you belong.
But then your hips begin to move in rhythm with mine, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back home harder than ever before. My breath catches in my throat, and I can feel myself starting to lose control. This feels so good... better than anything I've ever known. But there's still a part of me that longs for more; a deeper connection to you; to know that despite all this, we're really together.
I look up at you, eyes pleading as they search your face for any sign that I matter... that I am more than just another possession in your vast kingdom of darkness and desire. "Please..." I whimper, reaching for you, needing to feel skin on skin; the proof that this isn't all just some twisted game we play together.
I chuckle darkly and lean in to whisper into your ear, "Don't worry my little slut, you are mine and always will be." My hand comes up and gently strokes the side of your face before continuing, "And I'm going to make sure that every time we're together, it's like this; with me filling you until there's nothing left but my mark on you." My free hand finds your breast, pinching the nipple hard and twisting it as I thrust deeper into your body. "Isn't that what you want?"
I close my eyes and moan softly as your hand strokes my cheek, the touch both tender and possessive in its intent. "Yes..." I breathe out between thrusts, feeling myself growing wetter at your words; feeling a strange mixture of relief and desire course through me as I surrender further to this twisted reality we've created together. "Yes... I want you to own me," I whisper hoarsely, arching my back in invitation as I beg for more of the pleasure and pain that comes from being claimed by you.
My hips move faster now, instinctively meeting yours as you pound deeper into me with every word, every touch. The sensations are overwhelming; so much pleasure mixed with just enough pain that it all blurs together until there's nothing left but this raw need for you to consume me completely. "Please..." I whimper, voice ragged and needy as my body shudders and thrashes beneath yours, desperate for the release that comes only when you claim me as your own.