Party's over

You ponder your next move as your genie-**** sucks greedily at your cock. It had been so satisfying to see your ex ballon into that fat sow you definitely want more of that. You imagine Dan Mitchel, your old rival waking up with a micropenis or your boss Tessa sprouting an unshaveable beard. Any number of humiliating ideas whirl through your mind the thought exciting you almost as much as Genie's magically skilled tongue. You cum over her face loving the sight of her beautiful features coated in your cream. Oh yes, life is very good.

"Genie." You command "I wish for a cool beer"

After a moment's silence and no cold brewski you look around, puzzled. Suddenly she is standing over you, her face wearing a grim expression. You open your mouth to speak but she cuts you off with a gesture.

"Hold your tongue foolish mortal," she says her musical voice commanding "you have broken our pact by wishing for more wishes and squandered my power on childish ****. I have continued to serve you these last weeks in the hope that you might prove yourself worthy but I see now you will never be more than a greedy lustful petty fool."

You try to get away from the wrathful genie but purple smoke surrounds your hands and binds you as strongly as steel you try to beg for mercy but smoke fills your mouth gaging you. The genie stands before you all trace of the meek servant gone her dark eyes glowing with power.

"Now you will pay the price," she says "By the Seal of Solomon and in the name of Idlennhassar the great I bind you to my service and make you my **** for all time!"

You gasp as the skin over your heart burns and a complex tattoo appears branding you as her property.