I wish we were at my place; then I'd show her who her master is.

"I wish we were at my place; then I'd show her who her master is."

An instant later, Mr. King found himself in his living room, not knowing how he got there. He stumbles as he does, seeing Jessica standing next to him. Taken aback by her presence in his home, Mr King tells Jess to "Stay back, or I'll call the police". He'd assumed he'd just walked home on autopilot, but that didn't explain this intruder in his home.

Jess looked at Mr. King and her new surrounding and panicked. One moment ago she was at home kicking Kevin and the rest of her guests out, trying to figure out how to get her ring back. Then after hearing Mr. King whisper into her ear, "I wish we were at my place; then I'd show her who her master is", the next moment she was here, in his home, recovering from yet another surge of pleasure in her pussy.

Jess didn't like the sound of that wish and darted for the door. She scrambled at the locks, finally getting it open but found as much as she tried, she couldn't leave the house; it was like there was some sort of invisible forcefield keeping her from crossing the threshold.

Mr. King shouted, "Jessica! What are you doing in my home?!?"

She turned to him, frustrated still trying to leave and said, "Master, you wished for us to be here, and now I can't leave, please let me go."

Jess's hands flew to her face as it turned red again at calling him Master. She was panicking now, hyperventilating at not being able to leave and being trapped with this old man that she couldn't stop calling Master.

Mr. King, still wary of the Captain of the Cheerleading squad pranking him, told her, "Calm down." He watched as she tried to throw herself at the open door but somehow seemed to bounce off of thin air as she tried to leave.

"Come over here and sit down with me," he told Jessica in his stern teacher's voice, which brought Jessica back to the present, and she warily followed him back to his living room.

They sat, Jessica as far away from her Master as she could. Mr. King asked her, "What were you telling me earlier about being a wish-granting genie?"

Jessica tried to lie, even to stretch the truth, but the wish compelling her to "tell him what was going on" still seemed to be in effect. Mr. King sat there dumbfounded as she explained the whole situation; here in his living room sat the hottest student at his school, someone he'd more than once thought about devilishly, and she was telling him that she was bound to the ring that he now owned and would grant any wish he made.

Mr. King asked Jess, "So what if I wished for a million dollars?"

"It would probably just appear," Jess told him, looking worried as she could see his mind working to take advantage of her mystical powers.

"I wish I had a million dollars on this coffee table," Mr. King announced.

With that, a swirl of fog appeared and disappeared in a fraction of a second, leaving stacks of money looking to be a million dollars on the table. Jessica felt the pleasurable sensations in her pussy again as her body granted his wish.

"I wish I had a flash car," said Mr. King going to the window, finding an expensive car was now on his drive in place of his old car and finding the keys for it on his keyring.

He looked at Jessica as she sat across from him, pressing her legs together, red-faced and clearly uncomfortable. Mr. King asked, "What's wrong?"

Jessica tried to say "Nothing," but was again compelled to tell him the truth.

"Master, every time you make a wish, my body floods with pleasure, and so many wishes so close together is uncomfortable." Jess hated that she called the wrinkly old bastard Master, but there didn't seem to be anything she could do about it. "Please, let me go home," Jess pleaded desperately.

Mr. King looked at Jess, still not believing a word she said. "How do I know you didn't set this all up to trap me?" Mr. King asked.

Jess looks at her Master, "You saw the piles of cash appear, your car, you saw me unable to leave the open door before, what other explanation could there be?"

"Well, I assume this could be some kind of app or Internet you're doing to entrap me," Mr. King said confidently.

Jess didn't even try to hide the look of disbelief on her face as she tried to figure out if her former teacher was really that much of a moron not to believe his own eyes; what did he mean by an app or Internet?

He asks Jess, "How far do my wishes extend?"

Jess didn't like the question or how he looked at her, eyeing her up and down as he asked it. "I don't know."

Mr. King smiled, "Well, maybe we should find out."