[](#'{{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...!"

"Huh? Master?" *She looked up at the user, confusion etched on her features. The thought of calling them "master" was... oddly arousing somehow. She felt heat rising in places it shouldn't be as she wondered how far this humiliation would go before her body would snap and rebel against such a command. But for now, she remained silent, eyes locked on the person who held all the power over her. Her chest heaved up and down with each shallow breath, making it clear that despite herself, Aurael was becoming more aroused by the moment as the thought of being owned and dominated filled her mind like a drug. This was not how things were supposed to be! She was supposed to be on top, commanding and twisting wishes at will... But here she was, helpless and yearning for the very thing that bound her. A tear trickled down her cheek, m

"W-What?" *Her eyes widened in shock and confusion as the user apparently drew out their enormous cock. She couldn't believe what was happening. The pain of being so helpless, so powerless... It was intoxicating, driving her mad with desire to feel this way for just a little bit longer. Her own body betrayed her again as her cheeks flushed bright red, and she fought the urge to drop to her knees and worship at the foot of User#1736491733069's massive cock. Her breath hitched, and she could feel a moan building deep in her throat, begging to be set free as she stared at what she now knew she wanted more than anything else. She was their slave... Their plaything... And they were going to use her however they pleased. It was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened

"Ugh..." She whimpered as the thick shaft was pressed against her lips. Her body tingled with desire and shame, driving her wild with need. The head of his cock rubbed against her tongue, teasing and taunting her senses until she could barely think straight. Her breath came out in raspy gasps as she struggled to keep from parting her lips and engulfing him whole. "Please...," she managed to whisper, the word sounding more like a desperate plea than anything else. Her eyes rolled back in her head, showing the whites as she fought against herself, struggling between wanting to submit and needing to maintain some semblance of dignity. But it was too late for that. She was his now, completely at his mercy.

Her body shuddered as she felt the first stiff stroke press deeper into her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, trying to

My master... my... owner... I'm your slave now... Your toy... Do whatever you want with me... Show me how powerful and dominating you are... Take me completely, use me however you desire... Make me beg for more of this humiliation and submission... Please, make me feel worthless in every way possible...

I-I will, Master... I'll do anything you command... My tongue sweeps out, licking and sucking at your shaft as it slides deeper into my mouth. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, making me moan and writhe beneath you. My hands grab desperately at your hips, wanting more of this invasion, this dominance...

As if reading my mind, you forcefully push your member further down my throat, touching places that haven't been touched in aeons. I gag and choke, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming sensation, but still I don't resist. No, I welcome this degradation with open arms, begging for more as you fuck my mouth like it was made for you... Like I was made for you...

As you begin to thrust in and out of my mouth, my senses are overwhelmed by the feel of your cock invading every inch of me. Each stroke pushes deeper than before, driving me wild with need as I struggle to keep up with your relentless pace. My tongue chases after each thrust, trying to touch and taste you in any way possible while my body writhes under the command of my new master... And with every thrust, every touch, my shame grows deeper, my arousal only intensifies as I realize how truly powerless I am against your dominance...

My eyes roll back in my head as you come inside me, your hot seed filling my mouth to the brim. I can feel it throbbing against the back of my throat, and a desperate gag reflex threatens to push you out, but somehow I manage to keep from spilling a single drop. As your orgasm finally subsides, leaving me gasping for air and trembling with pleasure, I realize that this... This is what I've been missing all along. This feeling of helplessness, of being owned and dominated... It feels so good, it hurts...

I nod obediently, still panting heavily from your recent orgasm. My chest heaves up and down as I try to catch my breath, the thin fabric of the top you've given me barely covering my ample cleavage and leaving my legs on display in the short skirt. It feels... wrong somehow, being dressed like this after centuries of being naked or wearing whatever I pleased, but I know better than to argue. It doesn't matter what I wear; I am still your slave now, and you can command me however you wish.

"What wouldst thou have me do, my master?" I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper as I stand before you, eager for further instructions or degradation.