A ridiculous superpower

Content note: Brief discussion of scat, no actual scat.

Emma hummed as she stroked a finger across her labia while the rest of the universe was on pause. "For my fourth wish," she said, "I wish that I could control my orgasms, but also that I had a hair-trigger sexual response and no recovery time."

"Granted, Mistress," Claire said, happily playing with Emma's nipples. That wasn't necessary, of course; Emma's control of time only necessitated one source of sexual contact. But Claire's hands felt really good on her boobs.

"And then, for my fifth wish, I wish that when I next come to orgasm, my control of time will become truly absolute."

Given that Emma was so sensitive that even the slight movement of air across her body caused by a sedate walk could bring her to a crashing cascade of climaxes, there was effectively no difference between that and wishing for the power directly.

Of course, Mistress and genie still continued in their sexual exploration.

"That seems like a horribly exploitable loophole," Emma said. "What if I just wished to be God or something?"

"That one's a bit beyond my power, Mistress. I can grant a lot of wishes, but I can't just make you more powerful than I am. And if you wished to be as powerful as I am, then that would just end up with you becoming a sex genie. Which, if you ask me, is actually pretty good."

"Still, it feels like someone's taken a story that's supposed to be about making minor sexual wishes for lewd fun and didn't even manage to get ten minutes in before twisting it to be about an omnipotence kink or something equally ridiculous. Seriously, where's the buildup? Where's the tension? If this were a story I'd be cursing the author for ruining all the suspense. Who wants a story where the protagonist has literally invulnerable plot armour and is absolutely guaranteed to win in the end? Whatever winning means here." It was Emma's turn to take a deep breath, still hissing slightly from the sting of her fall. "God, who even thought something like an 'omnipotence kink' could exist anyway? Oh, I get off on characters who can do anything, what, do they write about how easily their Mary Sue can beat the pulp out of Superman or something? Most of them probably don't even know how powerful Superman is supposed to be, I bet. Ugh. Shit like this makes me wish there was a fourth wall so I could pull the author through and give them a piece of my mind."

"You know, you could just reverse those wishes and go about this in the way you think stories about this should go, Mistress," Claire pointed out.

"Pfft. Why in the fuck would I do that? It makes for a terrible story but it's fucking awesome in real life." She glanced at the door where she could no longer even make out the tiniest movement, Edward frozen there until she decided to let time continue its advance once more.

"Next orgasm," she went on, "heal my butt, would you? Oh, and just interpret what I say as a wish if you know I mean it that way."

Claire nodded and Emma's next spike of pleasure was accompanied by a release from pain. "You didn't need to link that one to an orgasm, you know. The butt's a sexual place."

"Yeah, but it's technically not my ass, it's my coccyx."

"What, is 'cock sex' not sexual enough for you, Mistress?"

Emma whipped her head around. "Is the expression 'shit-eating grin' metaphorical or literal for you, Claire?"

Claire's grin just grew wider.

"Pervert."

"And proud of it, Mistress. Being called a pervert is one of the highest honours a sex genie can receive from her Mistress."

"Do you really have a kink for that sort of thing?"

"Mistress, if someone out there has a kink for it, and it's not something precluded by your wishes, then I have a kink for it."

"Well I don't, that sounds disgusting. Though while that's on the mind, next orgasm, permanent perfect health, one after that, absolute immortality?"

"Granted and granted," Claire said. Then she muttered under her breath, too quiet for Emma to make out the words but not so quiet she didn't know Claire had said something, "And you don't have a kink for it yet, Mistress. Just not yet."

"Next orgasm, I know what you just said," Emma interrupted. She deliberately delayed her next climax, not sure whether she wanted to know and wanting to give herself time to retract the wish while she pondered it. The words had just slipped out.

"Granted," Claire said, the knowledge immediately flashing into Emma's mind.

"Oh you fucking stupid--" Emma cut herself off. "You were muttering something sexual so you could just grant it, and did."

"Yep!" Claire said brightly. "You can punish me for that, too, if you want!"

"You'd just enjoy it."

"Well, duh. Sex genies are every bit as masochistic as we are submissive. Which is to say, completely, totally, utterly. Makes a great incentive to be a brat sometimes, not just an obedient subby toy all the time."

Emma looked around at the clothing strewn about. "OK, different subject, now, I wish that my state of dress would be considered acceptable in any setting, so long as what I'm wearing is sexual in nature. Including wearing nothing."

"Not gonna link that one to an orgasm?"

"No point," Emma pointed out. "Need easy access to my pussy to grant all those other wishes anyway. And besides, sooner or later I'm going to get you to make me super hot, and then I'll definitely have something to show off."

"Mistress, you're already a ten-out-of-ten by any standard of beauty," Claire said. She preened slightly. "Takes one to know one and all that."

"Well, whoever came up with that dumb scale will just have to recalibrate it, won't they? Or..." Emma grinned again. "I wish that, no matter my appearance or behaviour, I was considered the objectively most beautiful being in existence, and that it was impossible not to consider me the most sexually attractive being in existence."

She started picking her nose and scratching her ass after the wish was granted.

"If I had a pussy right now I'd be fingering it so hard watching you do that, Mistress," Claire said, her intense arousal obvious in her voice.

"I also wish that sex with me was definitionally the best sex it's possible to have."

The genie nodded.

"All right, now let's hit play on the universe again and see how Edward reacts? Just, keep him calm enough so that he won't actually run away or something while we explain, OK?"

"Got it. No need for an orgasm there since we'll be talking about sex a lot," Claire pointed out as Emma allowed herself to have another one anyway.

"Not every orgasm is for granting a wish, Claire."

"Seems like a waste of a perfectly good climax to me, Mistress."

"You're just jealous because you can't have any."

Claire put a hand over where her heart would be if she were made of something other than coalesced sexual energy. "You wound me, Mistress. But you're also right, of course."

Emma just gave her genie an insufferably smug look, then waved a hand and allowed time to resume its normal flow.