Morning Study

“Master?”

Simon could barely register Jessica’s voice as he shot himself out of bed and began pacing back and forth in a panic. He clutched and grabbed his head as he made a sound that attempted to slow the amount of emotions and sensory perceptions the auburn-haired teen was going through at once.

“Master!” the blonde panicked and rose herself from his bed as he continued to register what the hell was happening.

Did they see him? What happened? Oh fuck! Did he just put Jessica in jeopardy with his stupid wish? He was just feeling frustrated! Did they know where he was? Where SHE WAS?

If they did, it wouldn’t be much longer until they would show up wouldn’t they? Minutes? Seconds? If that really happened would they be able to tell if…

“Simon! Hug!”

Jessica’s voice suddenly broke through as he felt the blonde genie grab his torso tightly from in front of him, squeezing as hard as she could. His arms slumped to his sides as he shook his head and began to huff and try to breath slowly. His knees buckled as his hand stroked the back of her blonde head of hair as Simon began to reign himself in.

He exhaled and collapsed onto his floor and against his wall across from his bed, Jessica still clinging to him in her tight hug until she was certain his meltdown was finished.

Right.

This wasn’t just her old greeting. She used to do this when something would upset him. It often calmed him down better than anything else people gave for him to try and minimize. He looked past her as she remained with her face stuffed into his shirt, her lingerie riding her ass as she kept him pinned beneath her. Refusing to let go of him as he continued to have his eyes move around the room.

He looked out the window and waited for a few minutes.

Waiting for something to happen. A vortex. Some kind of tear in the fabric of spacetime. A shadowy being emerging from behind them. The black clouds to appear and turn the view from his house into nothing.

Yet after waiting against the floor, nothing had come to destroy or wipe away his existence.

Did they know he was there? Did they care if someone else saw them?

“BEGONE!”

He didn’t even know the name of the Ruby-eyed Genie that had pushed him out of his own dream, but in this situation he probably owed her his life. Her voice echoed, expelling him in an instant.

Whatever that wall of purple flame was that came to the Hooded One's aid, it must've also distracted the Masters' attention.

Maybe they never saw him at all. The Ruby Sister hadn't recognized him as a person, only as something that wasn't supposed to be there.

The same couldn’t be said about himself. He had seen all of it.

And he remembered all of it.

“I saw them…” his voice broke out, raspy and tired from having been asleep and dehydrated, “I saw them, Jess…”

The emerald eyes of his genie pulled up curiously, as her face continued to look concerned and worried for him. On that one topic Jessica was completely focused. She pulled him to his feet and looked at him as she brushed the stray bits of sand from his face, taking his hand.

"Master must relax," she said softly, her voice giving away her worry and her commitment.

He looked at her, standing still like a precious figure in her white babydoll, her stained and moistened pussy showing from her crotchless panties.

“I shall help Master relax. I must wash Master,” her voice stated almost entranced.

She then glanced up at him, her face remaining soft, her hand clenching harder onto his as she soon frowned, her focus taking him back to the shower, “You can explain everything to me there.”

It would have all sounded crazy to her if she had ever truly been normal. However, as Jessica was growing accustomed to, there would never be anything normal about her life again.

Her Master’s tale had captivated her unlike anything she had heard. It made it hard to scrub his back, although his chest could always serve as a nice distraction.

Still though, she found herself engrossed by it, even as she tried to understand all the pieces involved. The tale of four sisters with a single master, facing off in the desert against three of those that had enslaved her kind, and her mother.

“So…genies fighting…other genie?”

The two naked teens found themselves under the hot water of the shower again, only this time it was Simon’s turn to be shaken up. Jessica had panicked at the sight of her Master's meltdown, unsure of what to do until her younger-self's memories flashed through her mind and put her into action.

A tight hug always worked.

The realization while clinging to him, that he had lost her as his support against such moments, made the blonde nearly cry into her Master's chest.

She hadn't been there for him to stop him from getting overloaded. Her Simon needed her and she wasn't there to help him...

He nodded to her question while she looked away. His voice bringing her attention back to the topic at hand, “Yeah. It was a battle, four versus four, no holds bar, but at the same time...it was almost like a sport or some kind of…”

She continued to listen as he had trouble finding the words. His head shaking.

“Like, it was the most…fucked up kind of Pokémon Battle you’d ever see in your life…”

Jessica’s face puffed as she resented the comparison, pressing and scrubbing much harder into his back earning a wince.

“Hey, careful!” he hissed.

Upon hearing her Master’s protest she immediately halted her cleaning, bowing her head and pouting as she kept the sponge in her hands in front of her.

“I’m not a Pokémon…”

Simon’s voice sighed, “Sorry, Jess. The comparison just seemed…apt….I don't know what else to tell you. Whenever a genie was defeated they even got pulled back to their lamps...”

It was kind of hard to disagree with that given his description of what had happened to the genie that were defeated being withdrawn to their bindings. Jessica’s eyes glanced at the ring on her Master’s finger, now wondering for herself just what it must feel like to be sucked away into the object that bound her. The topic of discussion raising her worry and her curiosity about herself at the same time.

“Master, could I ever be sent to my ring?”

Her Master blinked through his wet hair and bangs as he looked back to his genie, “Probably. I’m not sure what will happen once you were inside though. I’d probably have to wish you back out. I don’t know what it would be like in there for you, either. Besides, you were scared of that happening, weren’t you?”

Jessica continued to look down at her feet and nodded to the question.

In fact, she had been absolutely petrified at the idea of being sucked away into an object only to be summoned back at the whims of someone else. She even imagined a terrifying alternate take on her birthday where during her fight losing the ring, she would’ve been sucked in and left unfound by anyone. Trapped inside with no way out until someone would pick it up and reveal her secret. A total stranger or someone worse becoming her Master with no way out.

That was before she knew that being human was impossible. Before Simon was her Master. The ring was now his property as she was. They were linked together now, bound to her Master, bound to her Simon.

Maybe it was safe in there. Maybe she would actually enjoy it. Genies didn't stay out in the world like she did. What would it have been like if she had been taken back with her Mother by the Masters as a baby?

Simon's voice poured cold water onto that last part, as the shower continued putting warm water onto their bodies.

“The Masters are just like your Mom said, Jess,” his voice returning to the topic of his vision or dream.

“Cruel, powerful, unforgiving, malicious,” he described to her, his fists tightening as he remembered a moment that brought great anguish and bitterness in his emotions.

“When one of their genie was defeated. Their own genie, they simply whipped it while it was down, abusing it for failing and in pain. Trying to make an example...the bastard probably even enjoyed it...”

The genie felt her face pale at the description, picturing the image as her Master painted it to her. His eyes became focused, squinting as she walked around to see the front of his face.

“I think the one fighting them, though, that hooded guy I told you about. I think he managed to hurt one of them somehow with that seal Cassie told me about.”

Jessica’s emerald eyes widened as she paused from scrubbing again, her eyes moving from his cock to his face. Did he just say…

“You mean…”

Simon frowned, shaking his head as he looked down continuing to be perplexed by his own vision, “To be honest, I’m not sure. I need to find out more about that fragment. If that was what it was used for, then this could be a big deal, Jess.”

The blonde cheerleader standing naked before her nude Master gulped as the water soaked her hair again from behind.

“Who won?”

The boy sighed as he allowed himself to relax while confessing the answer.

“I don’t know.”

Jessica nodded as she returned to getting the rest of the sand out of the young man’s hair, pressing down as she could get him to lower himself into sitting down as she went back to scrubbing and massaging his scalp as she had done the night before.

He grunted and groaned as he began to relax, allowing her to giggle and smile once more, happy that he liked it.

“I’m going to fall asleep again at this rate,” he sighed tiredly, a smile forming on his face.

“Silly Simon.”

He smirked at the comment and let out a chuckle, “I was worried about you last night after you did this, but you seem better this morning, Jess. Did you sleep well?”

Jessica smiled brightly as she felt her cheeks blush, “Mhm!”

She continued to scrub and massage his scalp for a while longer as the same thought the genie had last night came back to her.

"I had a very good dream. A wonderful dream," she told him, saying nothing about what it was about.

How would she explain to him after his tale that she openly and wantonly confessed to being his ****? Was it too soon to tell him that? Did she really want such a thing?

All she knew was after what he had said to her, after getting Sam to go along with what he wanted, Jessica had a better idea of what she wanted to try to do.

The blonde biting her lip out of nervousness as she finally felt the desire to ask for his permission.

“Master, you don’t have a problem if I would...like to learn how to be a good genie for you, do you?”

His eyes opened wide as his face became flushed at the idea, he spun his back to the water and shower as he saw her kneeling and looking away innocently. Jessica smiled at the idea, trying not to look at him in the eye. Her face and eyes becoming bashful as she smiled softly and rubbing her arm.

“I was just wondering, I mean, since I’ve always been one. Now that we know this is what I am, I can't change that, and you’re my Master. I figure that I should maybe...actually...try and make the effort at being one for you, right?”

His mouth fell slightly ajar as he stuttered nervously, “Y-You mean….”

“I belong to you,” she reaffirmed from last night, “No one else.”

That made him feel infinitely better, a bit stunned, but infinitely better. Jessica could appreciate those emotions in the same way the sun was rising in the sky outside early in the morning.

“Simon, you’re my Master. I need you.”

Those were the words that came from her own mouth that declared the truth behind the mask of the ‘It’ Girl she had made for herself as a façade. The genie let herself fall into his chest and gave her shaken Master a kiss for encouragement.

This was what she could do that no one else could. She could make her Master feel confident in himself again. She could make him believe as she believed.

“Jess…”

He felt amazement towards her again causing her to blush and let out a laugh, “Master, quit it. We can’t keep sitting in the shower all morning. We have things to do!”

Simon smiled at her as he stood up, chuckling and holding out his hand to help her to her feet, “Yeah. You’re right.”

Jessica closed her eyes and smiled, but stopped her train of thought to hear the squirting of a familiar soap bottle and her Master’s presence drawing closer.

“But it's your turn.”

Her eyes snapped open as her Master’s hands began to caress and clean her breasts again, causing a moan that shuddered its way down her spine. Soon Simon’s hands were soaping and moving suds all up and down her body once more.

The familiar mews and soft moans from the pleasurable enjoyment of having her body washed by her Master played like music against the marble and glass walls. His hands moved across her, gliding and cleaning with much more confidence and ease. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she fell into him.

Her body was Master’s body.

The image of herself as the Queen declaring every part to be his.

The image of herself as the Queen declaring every part to be his. She wanted to drop to her knees and do the same.

Her ass was Master’s ass. His large hands scrubbed and gripped her cheeks, pressing and squeezing them together as he washed her skin deep. A delighted squeak as he followed with the soapy sponge to clean out and wash her asshole, taking the movable shower handle and rinsing her out thoroughly. His hands acting as a hanging chair for her to be seated in as he moved to her front.

“You must’ve had a pretty good dream, Jess. You’re a mess down here.”

She bit her lip and moaned out as her body remained held by her Master. His fingers scrubbing and navigating, rubbing the sponge against her hairless and smooth snatch, the cum stains chipping and washing away. The pink folds of her pussy shined anew as her body shuddered under the rinsing being given as her Master pinched her open. His hands rubbed over her once he was finished earning a delighted series of mews and sighs from the aroused and happy genie.

Her pussy was Master’s pussy.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she impulsively moved to kiss him and lock tongues after such a cleaning.

“C’mon Jess, I just cleaned you.”

The soaked blonde whined in protest, wanting to make a mess again as Simon sighed, gripping the back of her head and pulling her ass up so she could be off the ground to keep kissing him.

His voice offering another suggestion as she remained stubbornly committed wanting more.

“If you let me wash your hair, I’ll let you suck me off.”

Her lips broke and Jessica suddenly felt the craving return to her tongue as it had last night. It was such a stupid wish he made in the heat of the moment. A perverted outburst made as a reaction to her own heightened arousal.

She smirked hungrily at her Master, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she let out a devious giggle. Like hell she was going to pass that opportunity up! The genie dropped to her knees, bending them outward as she squatted, waiting for her Master’s hands to grip and begin washing the blonde locks and scalp on her head. Her eyes closed and mouth opened, letting out a squeal as she felt his erect shaft greeting her lips and tongue once again.

Her boyfriend washing his girlfriend’s hair while facefucking her in the shower.

“I wonder what bath time would be like,” she observed as her arousal and need for her Master’s cum took control.

Simon did the best he could, scrubbing and clutching her head as she remained focus on his thrusting hips pushing him down her throat. Jessica decided to wrap around his legs with her arms, but otherwise just let him have his way.

Her lips were Master’s lips.

Soapy water and shampoo foam fell down her blonde bangs and onto her face, around her eyes and nose, as she remained attached to his cock thrusting into her.

Simon’s grunts and hisses eventually turned into a loud growl, notifying the genie that her reward would be at hand. The hot white substance shooting straight into Jessica’s mouth. She refused to let him go until the blonde was certain she had gotten her reward.

She moaned out as the taste and texture overtook her mouth and senses, “So good…”

The Head Cheerleader of Eastlake High School didn’t care about her appearance or what others would say at the sight of her in that moment. Her moans and shudders as she licked her own fingers clean, swallowing down the young man’s cum as if it were chocolate, ice cream, or a sugary sweet that attempted to allude her.

All for her. Only for her.

Only his genie could have this.

There was no feeling or sense of embarrassment for such a thing. She didn’t need to worry about what others thought of her. Jessica let out a delighted laugh as her Master finished spraying them down again, cleaning themselves off as his childhood friend hopped back to her feet.

“Today I am Master’s girlfriend,” she declared.

Her Emerald eyes winked at the young man, a soft jab of her elbow into his abdomen as she stood on her tip toes in front of him.

“And Master promised to take me on a date!”