A rubber-clad bondage

Valerie watched as black latex wrapped itself around her genie, conforming to every curve of its body as if vacuum-sealed. The body underneath grew a little taller, but otherwise didn't change much -- Jessica was already pretty fit-looking. Soon, she was clad entirely in rubber, with cutouts for her crotch and ass, nipples, fingers, mouth, and one hole at the very top of her head for her long blonde ponytail. Her mouth was held wide by a very large ballgag. There were no obvious zippers or fasteners on the suit to remove it, except for a patch over the eyes, but that didn't matter -- Valerie saw no reason to remove it, and if she wanted to, she could simply wish it off.

But the changes weren't done. The bodysuit sprouted impractically log heels and the genie fell heavily to its knees as leather straps tightly fastened its ankles together, and its wrists and elbows behind its back. Its shoulders were wrenched painfully by the elbow bind, forcing its breasts forward. Valerie found herself smiling at the whimper of pain it managed to **** around the ballgag. She savoured its shock and fear.

Hmm. This was disturbing. Not the genie's fate -- who cared about that -- but the idea that this kind of thing was buried somewhere in Valerie's psyche. Did she really like this? Tying people up, seeing their pain and fear? Well. Valerie was a logical person, and chose to view this dispassionately. If that was the sort of inclination she had, then it was best to fully explore it in a safe environment -- that was, using the genie, so nobody would get hurt. Actually, this worked out well; the genie could simulate personhood well enough for Valerie's primitive hindbrain, without the worrying ethical violations of forcing real people to do anything. Yes; she needed more information.

"I wish that nobody would question not seeing you for the rest of the night at your party," she said. Was that an ethical violation; mind control? No... no, that was just normal protection of her information. She wasn't forcing anyone to do anything. "I wish I had a very well equipped BDSM dungeon that my parents couldn't find out about. And I wish that we were in my dungeon."

The genie writhed with the effort of granting the wishes. Valerie noticed it was already extremely wet. Perfect.

Time to acquire some self-knowledge.