Five minutes.

Ariel the Genie is overwhelmed!

She's tied naked and is being stimulated magically because of the gag.
Her ass is red and sore from the flogging- a new sensation for her!
The towel on the chair is warm, making her sore ass feel worse.

She can't help it.
She cums!

Besides her poor pussy being overstimulated, there's a worse side effect.

Her body instinctively shifts around when she cums- thanks to the ropes holding her down.
That makes her press her sore, red ass down on the warm towel.

She can't win for cumming...I mean, losing.

"When you've had enough," you say, "Let me know."
She tries to talk through her gag.
"Not like that. You're magic. Tell me telepathically.

In fact, let me hear your thoughts until then."
Ariel has to obey.

'Oh god- I love this. I hate this! I needed that gag! I hate that gag!
Stop listening- oh FUCK, I'm cumming!'

Another orgasm- a bigger one.
She's getting more sore and more sensitive.

After five minutes...

'Please let me go...Master.'
"Your wish is granted."
You smirk at your word play.

In a flash, she reappears in a white closet nearby.
She's tied with the same red rope...only she's hanging securely from the ceiling.

"No more gag for now. No more flogging either."
"Thank you, Master."

You smile.

"You wore me out," you say sardonically, "I'll see you in an hour."
You leave her to hang there.