White Rabbit

Okay not to be normal.

“I’ve never been normal to begin with, anyway.”

Jess had pushed away and denied the possibility for as long as she could - Just be normal. That was all she had focused on.

Just be normal. A normal popular high school girl, a normal cheer captain, a normal daughter, a normal life. The perfect normal girl. That was all that people told her to be. That’s what she was told what she wanted to have. Follow the script. Do what everyone pushed her into being.

Now she couldn’t be any of those things, and the things she had had been taken by those she trusted. Her mother had told her she could have a normal life if she kept the ring safe. She told her that after she'd told her that was what she wanted.

Jess didn’t want this. The future Prom Queen went into today feeling as if everything would be normal. She expected it to be normal.

“Fuck those expectations! You don’t get to have them anymore, ****!”

Kevin was right. She wasn’t human. But it was worse than that - her own family, her friends, the ‘It’ Guy to her ‘It’ Girl; all of them had thought or felt the same way about her the whole time. She'd lost all hope of ever getting back to 'normal' again the moment she saw that beautiful flower bloom in her young Master’s hand - her normal life had always been a lie.

She felt worthless.

All the names and titles had done far more damage to her soul than any of the fears she had of being made to do things against her will as a genie.

****. Little Doll. Purebred Toy. Wind Up Doll. Miserable Little Thing.

She wanted to lock herself away in Simon’s Room and spend the rest of her life there. What was the point of being human when no one thought she was to begin with?

Just an item, a commodity, a tool, property. She was property. That's what she'd always been. That’s what a genie was. A ****. Lesser. Why bother to be more than that, when no one else wanted her to be anyway?

She had a better shot of an enjoyable life as Simon’s life-sized doll, than she did being the head cheerleader after high school. Jessica couldn't even picture what her life was supposed to have been like months from now after graduation; but she could already picture herself just waiting by the door until Master would come back from wherever he went. The same excitement she had as a child when he arrived over to play combined with her greeting him whenever he would come home after a long day.

She wouldn't have to set foot outside again. Master said genies were good at hiding, maybe just hiding from everyone was how she was supposed to act. There would be no point in having a social life, no point, no purpose in really wanting anything except making her auburn-haired boy happy. At least she'd have a purpose, then.

She enjoyed making Simon, her Simon, happy. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Mr. and Mrs. Harris and Sammy were practically her family already. Then if Simon moved out she could go with him. She was never going to be normal again, anyway, so why keep trying?

“It’s okay not to be normal.”

His statement echoed through her brain again. He said it was okay. She had always been a genie, but nothing had really changed for him. It was just a fact of who she was. To her Master, to her Simon, Jessica had always been herself. He saw her as something more.

“I’ve never been normal to begin with, anyway.”

Master was different from everyone else, he knew what it was like to not be normal, in his own way. She hadn’t cared about his lack of normalcy then. After forgetting about him for so long, he still endured, and even when her vanity and actions when they were older knocked him to the ground, Simon would just find a way to get back up and keep going somehow.

No. Simon wasn’t normal. He was amazing.

“You’re amazing, Jess.”

And if he wasn’t normal, it was okay for her not to be normal too. She had a future, she had a life, she just needed to figure out what that would be...

“Mom. What do I do?”

A genie raised as a human. That was what she was. But that feeling of being nothing, it came from the inability to be both. She had lost her humanity, an absolutely traumatizing experience from the moment the realization had slammed into her soul. But at the same time, the only knowledge of her heritage, came from her Mother and whatever knowledge Simon continued to dig up. Her humanity had been ripped out of her, leaving a hole she needed to fill with being a genie; but she didn't know how to be a genie.

Jessica wished her Mother had stayed longer than she had on her birthday. She nearly chased her away out of a sense of outrage and anxiety, chastised her for her state of dress, at the idea of her having her life bound to a ring in the same way a genie’s lamp functioned. The blonde anxiously tugged at the waistband of her white lace panties, the irony not lost on her after having allowed the same to be done to herself.

Master promised to bring her back- to bring her mother back to her- but what was Jessica going to say? How was she going to explain it? That she lost the ring immediately - the shame of failing her Mother's one hope was a hard pill to swallow.

“Jess?”

Master.

She was a broken doll, but he had been there to put her back together. Standing in his room instinctively at attention upon entering his domain in her white lingerie, the sound of his voice brought a smile to her face. She felt Master's eyes on her, his face illuminated by the low glow of his tablet as he sat on his bed, his back to the headboard.

He really convinced Sammy that it was okay for them to be together. It made her so happy, but Sammy was still stressed, still upset, still confused. As her friend, Jessica wanted to help. Master gave her the power to help her. They were all happier when they hung out together. The sad genie realized that if Master could help her get through this, she could help his sister the same way. Even a genie could have a friend, and Sammy was the one who had been just as close to them. However, the issue of which sibling she belonged to had now been settled.

“I’m Master’s girlfriend. Master is my boyfriend.”

Simon was her boyfriend. Her inner-child had been ecstatic at the news, and it translated to butterflies of happiness that danced all the way through her. They could be open about it in public. Everyone at school would probably expect her to get **** on Simon for what he did to Brad, but that was in a world where everyone expected Brad to be the hero. Now there was the cliché opening for him to defeat the bully and get the girl.

The younger members of the female student body might swoon over that. Master would know what it would be like to be popular, the genie could show them all how wonderfully endearing he really was. That was if they did decide to go back.

Simon could do whatever he wanted, he didn't have to go back to school. Was he really still doing it to keep up appearances or was it a **** of habit? In any case, she knew they were going back tomorrow. Only this time things would be different.

What was expected of her if she went back to school? How was she supposed to act? What if everyone thought what she was doing was wrong?

“Well, fuck them. They’re wrong.”

Master… Simon, was right. Why should she worry about their opinions? Where had that gotten her up to this point?

She was supposed to be the Queen of Eastlake High School, not the mascot. She could make him popular like her, or she could be on the peripheral with him, watching, learning, understanding more things from his side.

Jessica bit her lip at the thought.

Simon as the True Ruler of Eastlake, with her as his Queen. They would be unstoppable. He was already her Master, and she had the power to become Empress Genie of the Universe in his hands. Her Master with her power, if they could learn everything they could about what she really was…

He always knew she was unique. He had always been there, he was always hers, even when she pushed him away. Now she knew why that repeated thought was in her head. Why she became angry at the thought of Kevin taking him, at the thought of Sam not being a good sister to him, always demanding, and Stephanie’s words echoing in two different moments as she laughed at her step-daughter, and to her friends-lovers…

“You two were INSEPERABLE.”

“That friendship with her little friend has made the job much more easier to handle. I could barely get her to talk to me without crying before that. She was such a miserable little thing to take care of!”

Simon…

“Simon! Hug!”

Master…

“I won’t let you suffer alone. We’re going to be together like we told ourselves.”

So many memories. Always running to him. Always smiling. Always taking his hand.

“Like we promised each other.”

Always there. Always playing. Always together.

“No matter what.”

That night on the floor of his room, staring at the ceiling, hugging each other outside the blanket fort. Two children, her making him hold out his pinky finger confused, then tugging it up and down with a smile.

“No matter what.”

“Jess?” her Master’s voice called out to her to get her attention again, his worry about her behavior evident in his voice.

The genie at attention turned and walked to the bed, her mind starting to come back to her with the same fuller picture as it had the night he wished her to remember. No one had ever cared about her like he had - they'd all lied, they'd all pretended - but not him.

If Kevin had gotten the ring, she would be the one being tortured and made to **** others. If Sam had gotten the ring she would be the one in charge, the one demanding to be listened to; even if they had been as close as they were, Jessica knew Sam would think to know better than she did. If Brad had gotten the ring she would have stayed his toy and nothing more. There had been so many options, so many possibilities...

And her Master knew. He didn’t trust anyone else with her best interests because he had been **** to watch all this time when others had treated her wrongly. The others that egged her on in messing with him. He didn’t want to decide for her, he would let her decide, and do his best to help her at her side.

Simon would protect her, and she would take care of him. That dynamic was becoming more and more one-sided as she continued to hand over control to him, her temptations and her new urges were growing more and more within herself - wanting to give into him even more. Leaning more and more into these urges, if that’s what they truly were, felt so natural to her. The fact that she knew they weren’t 'normal' and made her even less human caused her to try to hold them back - but the dam was failing.

Jessica smiled nervously at her Master, knowing what had taken place in the shower was simply a fraction of what was beyond that fracturing dam inside herself. She knew she didn’t have to hold it back as much anymore, just as she wanted Simon not to hold back either. They were fueling each other more and more. It wasn’t natural for a human, and she didn’t know what was still causing them, but her needs, her urges, could be natural for a genie. How could something that felt like this be wrong?

“I belong to you,” Jess announced softly, her emerald eyes meeting his, “The night I became your genie, that thought terrified me, scared me.”

Her state of arousal returning, confessing the truth to him, unable to lie, not even wanting to lie, “But after you told me that I’m yours in the nurse's office, it... it makes me feel comforted. Maybe it’s because of what you’ve done, maybe it’s because I remember now, or maybe that’s because it was something I wanted a long time ago.”

She looked at her Master’s face as he sat up to her, placing his tablet down. The blonde genie in white smiled softly as she straddled him; her knees around his waist, placing his head into her bosom, and stroking the place where his head was most sensitive.

“I want to know what life is like now without having to pretend,” she confessed as pressed her face into his soft washed hair, “I want to know what it’s like to not be normal. You and Sammy, you’re the only ones I can trust now.”

Jessica rested her head on top of his as she relaxed, feeling his arms wrapping around her, and his left hand stroking her back up and down underneath her babydoll.

“No, I’m not. I’m a normal high-schooler – I have a normal life – And this sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life!”

“But you have to know the truth. Hide your binding, and no one will ever know. Nothing has to change, and you can still live a normal life.”

“Did she lie to me, too?”

Simon’s hands suddenly stopped, and he pulled his flushed face away from her body to look at her, Jess stared at a spot on the wall, her mind racing. She felt Simon picking her up and guiding her onto the bed beside him, laying her down and hovering over her with concern.

“Who lied to you, Jess? Sam?”

Jessica let her body relax as she adjusted her head on the pillow beneath her, moving and adjusting herself so that her Master would be able to move as he pleased. Her face dropped as she felt her sadness and regret come out,

“Mom. She told me all I had to do was hide it. That I could be normal, but I’m not.”

Her emerald eyes locked onto the concerned face and worried hazel eyes of her Master, her voice still soft, “But we both saw it. I’ve always been this way. Why would she tell me that I could have a normal life if she knew I couldn’t?”

He paused, and Jess felt him take a breath, his head cocking to one side,

“Because you wanted to be normal, Jess.”

“I know that,” her fingers folded into her hands, looking away from Simon and towards his window and the night sky.

“She felt like she didn’t have a choice,” Simon’s voice observed, his hands remained on both sides of her laying form.

“We’ll bring her back, Jess, but we need to get some rest. First thing I’ll do is find out where the ring and box came from, and we’ll go out before going back to school. I’ll do that for you. Okay?”

The genie smiled at her Master’s words, nodding and facing him, “Okay.”

Simon leaned down to her and they locked lips once more.

“I’ve always wanted to see you in lingerie.”

He was able to have that whenever he wanted now, and her Master was getting used to snapping his fingers comfortably and confidently. She would have to figure out how to get a bigger closet at her house at this rate...

Her house. Her room. Did she really ever want to go back home? She belonged to Master, her home was where her Master was. He always desired her, always wanted her. If she just gave in to her Master completely, she would know what her purpose was, she would be of a single mind, a single purpose. It was so tempting.

The kiss lingered. Even as her Master, he wanted to earn her. Her Simon wanted to be more than just her Master, he wanted to earn her completely to have something more than ownership of her as a genie.

Jessica moaned and smiled under her Master’s lips, tongue, and hands. He took her in this bed only a few nights ago. His saliva mixed with hers, trailing on her lip as they broke with a gasp, her hand moving down herself to tease at the front of her white panties.

“Take me,” she begged, her voice trembling, “Please, Master…”

“Jess…”

She heard the caution in his voice, the warning - he was worried about her, she wasn’t okay.

“I’ll be okay. You’ll make it okay.” She writhed and reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes as she felt the fog of her arousal cloud her mind. She wanted this. She wanted it more. He needed to know why.

“Because you’re Simon Harris,” she emphasized, “I am Simon Harris’ genie and you’re my Master.”

She undid her hands and raised her arms above her head, stretching her lithe body out across his bed beneath him. Offering herself to him.

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

Her gaze found his again, pleading with him now, “Please.”

Simon raised his hand, letting out a sigh, as his eyes became filled with the same possessive desire that she had awoken their first night.

“I won’t be taking your outfit off this time,” he growled, snapping his fingers.

She felt a change below and then felt her Master’s fingers, bare skin on skin and she knew her panties had become a crotch-less version of the ones she had just been wearing.

The genie smiled, letting out a mew as he pulled his pants down to reveal his hardened member greeting her again fresh from its shower.

“I’ll wash it again for you, Master.”

He let out a chuckle, breathing huskily into her ear as he began biting her lobe.

“You don’t want to go back to showering by yourself, Jess?”

The blonde smiled as she bit her lip and let out a moan as her back arched. Her head shook as she tried to line herself up, her hands stroking his shaft gently as she moved her hips to adjust herself.

“Have you ever ridden someone before?”

Her Master’s voice made the genie smile as she shook her head, “No.”

“Would you like to?”

She nodded in excitement, “Yes, Master.”

Simon grabbed her body and rolled them around so that she would be wrapped around his waist, straddling him again, he grabbed her hips, lining her up as she followed his lead. Her pussy already wet with anticipation, her nipples pressing against the bra of her babydoll, and then he lowered her down.

He grunted, and she let out a gasp, feeling his cock entering her pussy folds until he was fully inside, her hands pressing against his stomach. The genie’s eyes rolled back into her head as she let out a series of moans and gasps, her face facing the glowing stars of the ceiling. The pair sat for several seconds, just feeling each other, him inside her, every little flex and squeeze of her muscles, every hitched breath, echoing between them.

Her Master’s hands grabbed onto her breasts underneath the white fabric, massaging and playing with them as she felt saliva escape her lips.

“Bounce, Jess,” her Master commanded with a growl.

The genie smiled as her head fell forward to face him, rubbing his abdomen as she began to move her hips and bounce herself on the bed, feeling him thrust upward to meet her. Jessica's hands lay against his chest, pressing harder down on his torso to let her continue for the both of them. Her moans becoming louder as she started rocking her hips, panting.

“You belong to me,” His mind thundered out, his words making her squeal and increase her speed rapidly, the bed shuddering with every bounce as she began to sweat and struggled to keep her hands on him.

“Yes!” she gasped out.

Simon groaned and gasped as he struggled, squeezing and flicking her nipples as she felt her body shuddering, muscles weakened by pleasure as she attempted to keep the rhythm her Master commanded.

“Master. Master! Master! MASTER!”

“Jessica…!”

His mind growled out along with his voice, “You are mine! No one else's! No one else's!”

“Yessss….”

No one else. She belonged to no one else. Only him. No one else would have her. Not Kevin, Not Sam, Not her father, Not her friends, No one else. NO ONE ELSE!

She was his. HIS!

And he was hers. HERS!

Only Master could have her! Only Master could have the Queen! Only Master could command his genie!

Her pussy released as he shot his hot load inside her, a combined scream and howl announcing that the teenage genie and teenage Master had climaxed together.

Panting and exhausted, her blonde hair disheveled, Jessica slumped forward and fell atop her Master’s chest with a heavenly sigh. Her fingers reaching down to scrape some of the leaking white liquid from her pussy and her Master’s cock and bringing it up to her fingers.

Heavenly. She couldn’t describe it to him - the taste, she knew, would be impossible to replicate. For a human, she knew his cum would taste different, taste normal. But knowing now she was a genie, only her kind would know this taste. No other human would ever be like him in that regard either.

“So good.”

This was a taste only for genies. Only for her. She mewed and hummed happily, letting out a pleasurable sigh as her Master ran his fingers through her hair as she lay against his chest.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes,” she sighed happily, “Very much. Thank you Master”

He nodded as a yawn escaped his lips, as exhausted from the day’s events as she was, both their eyes getting heavy as he spoke softly to her.

“Tonight you will have a good dream.”

She looked up sleepily as she moved and adjusted her legs to wrap around his body, “Okay.”

She knew it wasn't a command he could fulfill, but a prediction - a hope. She snuggled into him warmly, knowing as long as he was here, he would keep the nightmares at bay. She could have a strange dream, or a vivid dream, just as long as she didn’t have a bad one, she would feel better in the morning.

Her emerald eyes watched, growing heavy, as her Master reached for his tablet where he left off, a strange circle image on the screen she had seen him looking at earlier. The seal of some kind that he had been talking to Cassie about.

She snuggled into him with a smile, speaking sweetly to her oldest friend - now boyfriend and Master, her ear resting over his heart, letting its rhythm draw her to sleep.

“Goodnight, Master.”

“Goodnight, Jess. Love you.”

She closed her eyes letting herself begin to doze off. She heard his breathing growing slower too, and she knew he was drifting off as well.

“I wish I knew what this thing had to do with what I'm looking for…”

Her Master’s last minute wish surged through her, making the genie squeak in unexpected pleasure, shuddering against him, her hips quaking, as she came again. Her pussy sensitive and hot, making her weak.

She glanced up, her Master was now soundly asleep.

“You’ll figure it out, Simon.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek as she snuggled against him again and his chest, “Sleep well, my Master.”