Home Again, Home Again

Simon exited the girls’ locker room back the way he came through. Only after doing Jessica another favor per her request by leaving her his phone. His face flushed as his blonde genie quietly walked to the showers with a large scowl and depressed look on her face.

She was bitter, angry, and upset.

In all honesty, it was hard to blame Jessica after what she told him of the plot to usurp her position on the team. The cheerleader kept her golden hair affixed in the scrunchie his snap had provided her.

“I want to make them know it won’t happen again.”

That was the other side of Jessica Edwards. As much as Simon Harris was the one to hide the monster, she was the one who displayed the Queen. However, the drive she had was not out of her own sense of shame or humiliation out of her own sense of self. Instead, it was her identity as his.

“Master is better than all of them…all of them….”

The blonde broadcasted again without thinking, her emotions on her sleeve as she sounded shaken, betrayed. But, in truth, Simon was more worried than the sudden feeling of flattery. On the one hand, Jessica used to say such things to make him believe in himself.

On the other, she meant it, and having the popular clique and her squad challenge and debase her for her beliefs only drove the genie’s stubbornness further. Even if it was boiled up, the ease at which it happened only made her double down.

The auburn-haired boy sighed and rubbed the back of his head. A yawn finally broke through his defenses as the afternoon wore on. His mind was more active than his slumped shoulders, and tired expression let on.

Because of the Myers insanity and planning with Jess, he never finished the restoration of the school staff. If the photographer had to guess, he barely made it through ten or so random teachers before being interrupted. So that left most of the staff and teachers needing to be gone through one by one.

Some of them would be more difficult than others, and the ones closest to Kevin posed the biggest problem. He was defeated, but his friend had already made his own messes. Simon wouldn’t clean up all of them. Especially Peralez.

However, Kevin would have to figure out what role he wanted to play. That would be his own decision, albeit one under duress. If he didn’t choose what Simon approved, the dorky outcast knew what would happen to the nerdy outcast. His friend knew he was after much bigger fish.

The fragmented shard of metal around his neck caught his attention again as he held it in his fingers. There was the more critical issue at hand, one that went outside their own high school walls. He reminded himself of the more important matter that was to take up the majority of his time with school now on the backburner.

Masters and Genies. His childhood friend and lover needed to know the reason for her existence, and there was only one way to find out.

“Simon!”

The boyish features of the photographer’s face lit up in confusion at the sound of his name hollered by a familiar voice. The sprinting and energetic form of the brunette pixie arriving shaken, in a sweat, and incredibly confused.

“W-What are you doing here? Where’s everyone?”

Cassie’s head shifted rapidly from side to side. The poor cheerleader did not know where everyone was or where the auburn-haired boy had come from. Simon decided to blink and look behind himself while pointing at the empty gym.

“Where’s who?”

The brunette shook her head again as she ran inside and then walked out even further, perplexed.

“Oh no, where’d they go?”

The awkward young man stood there and watched with his hazel eyes as the limber and energetic Cassie paced back and forth worriedly. Her hands were in front of her face as she thought to herself and then clapped her hands.

“S-Simon, I-I don’t want you to think I’m crazy or anything like that, okay? But have you seen the rest of my team since you’ve gotten here? Something really bad happened, and I just came from Ferguson’s office to report it. Have you seen Jessica anywhere? She wasn’t with anyone, was she?”

Okay, how was he going to handle this? Simon thought to himself.

Cassie’s eyes were panic-stricken, but her face tried to mask her worry behind a nervous smile and sweat. God, why did he have to suck at lying? But for Jess, he’d have to rely on the same tactic he used the last few days.

“I’m actually waiting for Jess right now,” he announced with a nervous laugh, “She’s just getting finished up in the locker room!”

The first step was making sure Cassie knew Jessica wasn’t in any danger. Her eyes darted to the door, and she nodded, “How is she? How did she seem? Is she okay? Was she still naked?”

Simon suddenly felt himself flush reactively to the idea of his girlfriend being naked, while it was more out of embarrassment; the feeling came across to Cassie as he sputtered, “Uh, n-no! I didn’t see her naked! Why would she be um…naked….”

The insinuation of his words had a noticeable effect as the brunette scrambled back and shook her head, a blush growing on her face,

“N-No! Um, that’s-that’s good! I’m…glad she’s clothed!”

“Wait, why would she be naked!” he again questioned in faux confusion, “I thought she just had practice!”

The loudness of his voice echoed as Cassie began waving her hands, a further flush coming over her face, “N-No! Just she was at practice and….”

“The cheerleading squad practices naked?”

“Gah! No! Simon! No! No! No! That’s not what I….”

He began to scratch his head and looked down at his feet and then up at the ceiling. Then the young man closed his eyes and rubbed his head, “I never saw them do that before…I mean, I’ve seen Jess do yoga, but….”

The blushing auburn-haired teen continued to nervously laugh as he rubbed his head, “You don’t practice naked, do you, Cassie? I-I mean to each their own but…I’m sure you’d look good, but…no! I mean-I think you’d…uh….”

“Me!” the pixie suddenly squeaked as her face turned pink as bubblegum, and she began to spin herself around in circles, obviously dizzy from her head shaking no.

It was apparent to himself that his body was sweating bullets as he looked away, “I should really go check on Jess…we’re driving home together…so you should try texting her! Now that I think about it, I should go check out the back!”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’ll check the locker room! Th-Thanks….”

Simon moved quickly back to the gym door as he watched the blushing brunette bolt to the locker room door.

“Cassie, um, are you….”

“I’m good! I’m good! Just…um, bye!”

He stood surprised as he continued to shake his head and laugh nervously.

“Sorry, Cassie…I hope you don’t take this too hard….”

The auburn-haired Master then grabbed his backpack on his back and called out to his genie,

“Jess, where’d you go?”

A **** voice echoed back,

“...Out front.”

“I’m wearing…Master’s clothes….”

The genie pulled her arms up to her face along with the sleeves of her Master’s oversized green hoodie that draped over a large t-shirt. And below that, yet another sexualized outfit yet to be revealed beneath them. Yet, it was what she had hoped when her Master granted her request. Safe, warm, and comfortable, with the power to remove the thoughts from the blonde’s mind that plagued her, including the sound of her squad’s moans and cries in the shower.

Jessica hesitated after storming off from her Master once she reached the showers where she had been ganged up on earlier. The blonde had to stop herself from feeling the urge to hide. Their insult was too great to ignore.

They had voted her out, and they all had a desire to see her dragged and humiliated in some form. Unlike Laura, Zara, or the handful of others, these cheerleaders held dislike and jealousy for their Captain. It was clear to the genie that some were all too happy to be rid of her.

The blonde’s anger grew at the thought. It wasn’t just her that they disrespected. It was her Master. Simon had bet on her being able to outlast his own friend, someone who didn’t deserve him.

It was her friends, her clique, her own squad that proved him wrong. They had betrayed her, and they had made her fail him. They who thought they were better than them, than her, than HER Simon.

“Master is better than all of them….”

The blonde bombshell’s fist clenched as she repeated it, “…all of them….”

With her other hand, she took her Master’s phone and rounded the corner, and began to film her teammates on the floors and walls of the shower. Her face felt warm as she remained out of range of getting her clothes wet, but the heat only continued to increase as she recorded it all.

Nina on all fours as she eagerly licked out another of her fellow cheerleader’s asshole and pussy while they spread their legs out against the right walls and streams of the shower. The Latina was using that talkative tongue to lap and lick like an eager pet.

Jane bent over and licked out Amber’s pussy as the dirty blonde was spanked and groped by another squad member who yelled in her ear.

“Good Slut! Eat Amber Out! Don’t disappoint your Captain!”

The blonde watched and recorded as Jane’s eyes widened and the dirty blonde nearly dove forward with her face fully planted at the mention of Jessica’s title.

Their bodies ranged from short to tall, lean to curvy, hourglass to slender, but they were all locking lips, masturbating, touching themselves and their wet hairs or skin increasingly. The water mixed with sexual fluids as they circled the drains.

Yet, it felt comforting, strangely. Given the situation and the arousal incurred before her eyes, Jessica couldn't understand why it would. She had to stop from touching herself as she watched the dyed-blonde hair and tanned body of Erin pumping her fingers into herself, legs up in the air and spread out as her hand roughly mashed and grabbed her left breast.

Jessica couldn’t help but notice it was nearly identical to how she would touch herself upon the wishes of her Master. She took one last video of the girl, then placed the phone in the hoodie’s pocket. Finally, as she exited out the back and stopped recording, the genie took a moment to catch her breath.

She shut her eyes and shook her head. No longer able to stand being in the building.

Her head cleared once more as she waited outside. None of that mattered for the head cheerleader while she sniffed the scent of her Master from his clothing. Jessica covered her face with the oversized sleeves, closed her eyes, and a happy smile appeared on her lips underneath. Then came the sound of a content sigh escaping her as she felt the security of Simon’s clothing wrapped around her like one of his hugs. It was a personification of their relationship, his clothes on his genie as he had yet to make his reappearance.

She remained outside the school with no intention of going back in for him, though. So far as she was concerned, the Queen of Eastlake never wanted to set foot inside her kingdom again after the day she had.

Simon’s clothes further comforted his girlfriend, but his absence grew, causing her to pout while waiting for him. What was taking him so long? The genie told him she was out in front of the school.

The longer she waited, the more events of the day tried to claw their way back in. Above all, the genie was still trying to process the last few moments after Simon had managed to summon her out from the ring. It had happened so quickly, but figuring that out would take longer. The voice of a strange spirit that lurked inside that golden band on her Master’s finger. It made an emerald light the color of her eyes, the way it answered her, and spoke cryptically about her.

How the voice and light were surprised, that they hadn’t expected her to be the way she was or the way she answered their questions. They didn’t expect her Master, though, but knew him by name. They commented on Simon’s behavior as if they could see what had happened to her once she entered her binding.

And what did the voice mean when they said this was not the situation they had expected for her? As if they expected something worse? Something better? Jessica frowned as she held her arms out with the oversized sleeves while balancing herself on one of her bare legs.

Just what exactly was the purpose of her binding supposed to be? It was a convenient getaway, to be sure, but all it did was fuel the familiar idea that she was the freaking Pokémon that had just been to their Pokeball for the first time.

Was the genie just playing the role of Pikachu when resisting to go inside her binding?

Why was the voice inside the ring surprised that it took this long for her to return to it? Was she supposed to have done so? Did it know about Kevin attempting to seize her? What did it mean?

Jessica knew who would have the answers to this whole situation, her Mother.

“Jess?”

The familiar voice of her Master made the teenage genie spin around and wrapped herself around him, with her bare legs sticking up in the air. The blonde in his clothes grasped onto Simon tightly to let him know he wasn’t allowed to run off without her anymore.

Jessica didn’t look up at him, instead choosing the safety of his torso, her impatience evident,

“Can we get the fuck out of here now, Master?”

Her head quickly buried itself into his torso and nuzzled against it, “I don’t want to go back….”

The familiar and reassuring feeling of her Master’s hand patting her on the ass signaled that he was more than ready to get underway. He circled and gripped a few times until the genie felt soothed enough to move.

Jessica pressed herself tightly against him, pouting as she made her reminder known,

“You have to make it up to me, anyway…for putting up with it….”

He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “I will, but…what will you do for me, though, Jess?”

His hand suddenly tugged on the back of her bottoms underneath his clothes and whispered dangerously husky as his breath felt hot, the feeling of tight lace, silk, frills, and satin underneath after he had finished with her in the bathroom,

“I get a reward after this, too, don’t I? A good genie likes to reward her Master, and you’ve been very good today. Having to put up with so much bullshit…you’ve been very good, right?”

The blonde bit her lip instinctively as her face felt warm again, her vision became foggy, and her body leaned further into her beloved auburn-haired Master with no compunction. When he talked like that, Jessica felt that submissive urging grow stronger. Simon was Owner. He could have whatever he wanted, and she would grant it. That was the way things were now.

She tugged on the end of the hoodie and looked away with a newly minted blush on her face. For a moment in time, Jessica could hear a child’s giggle in the back of her mind. The half-clothed cheerleader saw the smile growing on his lips. He was doing it to make her feel better, but it didn’t make it any less hot for her.

Whatever he wanted, after all this time; and after the **** of the day, that was all that mattered to her. He knew that,

“You’re…still Silly….”

Whatever her Master wished, she’d obey. Whatever Simon said, she would do. He smiled at her after pecking her on the forehead affectionately enough to make her heart flutter.

Yes, Jessica thought as her Master suddenly held up a new key from his pocket; Simon Says was still her favorite game,

“Where to, Jess? Your place or mine?”

“Wherever I’m safest....”

He couldn’t believe the car was just sitting there. Magic or not, Simon was still in shock by the high-end, deep black, European-made luxury supercar waiting for him and his genie in his parking spot.

Jessica was ready to go home but remained quiet with a finger in her mouth as her Master tried and succeeded in figuring out the doors to the all-leather interior. Owning a car with doors that went up and not outward made the dork suddenly feel like he owned a spaceship. Technically the description on the contest site said it could fit four, but Simon didn’t know how it would.

As he held up the door for his girlfriend to glide her lovely legs inside, the young man had to furiously scratch at that nervous tick again. Yes, today wasn’t the best day, but last week he was a lonely, awkward teenager longing for his childhood friend not to treat him like a weirdo.

Now she was his girlfriend, his genie, and he knew how to translate lost languages and drive a stick shift!

As he sat down and took a deep breath, both safely secure in the vehicle, the same blonde girl now seated next to him as the auburn-haired boy turned the engine on and drove away from Eastlake High School.

The photography buff shifted gears and drove the vehicle as if he was used to driving a manual transmission his entire life. He glanced over to see Jessica continue to look out the window and curl her legs into her chest.

His face turned to a soft smile, knowing she was still real, as he refocused on the road. It faded as they drove further away, but at a certain point, her voice spoke up,

“The girl is impressed….”

Simon had to smirk at that one, if only briefly. Jessica seemed more subdued than usual. Her body language was quiet and reserved. Her emerald eyes curiously glanced around her Master’s new car, perhaps trying to find all the features that it had. Coming from money, she’d probably heard or seen all sorts of vehicles and their stylish interiors.

Her childhood companion remembered when her father once discussed a car show with his dad during a business trip. However, the wealthy man probably had more in mind than just business, knowing Theodore Edwards.

Simon shrugged and smiled as he responded to his girlfriend’s remark,

“I figured she might be.”

They both exchanged glances while his childhood friend snuggled into the reclined seat and tried to forget the last couple hours of her day, if possible.

It was the obvious choice to go home for both of them. Jessica wanted to be safe, and he wanted to relax and release all the built-up tension. Another night with just Sam in the house wouldn’t hurt that much, the awkward Harris sibling thought to himself. His red-haired sister had left school long before they had, and last he checked, she went shopping again at the mall.

Sam going to the mall by herself and without Jessica…was Hell offering skating courses?

The young man kept one hand on the black composite wheel and another on the metal stick as his feet navigated the clutch pedals. As they breezed past the stoplights and roads, the young Master glanced to his personal cheerleader. Now was as best of a time as any to bring up one of the many questions left by today’s insanity,

“So, what was it like going inside your ring for the first time?”

The curled blonde ball in the passenger’s seat raised an eyebrow as her emerald eyes glanced over to her Master and then down at the glove compartment,

“Strange…not every day I get trapped in a ring on my boyfriend’s finger….”

He attempted to smile at her again to see if it would have the same effect it usually had on his childhood best friend, “I would think not…not every day I have to summon my own girlfriend either….”

A soft scoff and smirk appeared on her face until she looked away again.

The driver continued to pay attention to the road. However, he perked his ears up to see if the now quiet and soft-spoken blonde was going to say more. She was struggling, and after the day she had, it wasn’t surprising for him. The nice perk about being the Master of a genie was taking back a mistake when one was made – if he was creative enough, anyway.

The Eastlake Varsity Squad would wake up the following day with the same Captain they had at the start of the day. Jessica hadn’t been kicked off the team because of that. However, as with everything in their world, it didn’t stop the two teens in the car from being aware of what really happened.

“There…There was a voice…in the ring,” Jessica’s voice suddenly mumbled out into the ether. She bent her knees upward into the chair and spread her legs out with her hands gripping the middle of the seat. Her face squirmed while she struggled to comprehend it into words,

“I could understand it. It asked me questions and made comments. Like it was expecting me to show up…but not expecting you to be my Master…it was surprised by it, but like, in a good way…like it knew me….”

Her Master’s hazel eyes widened in shock,

“Wait, what? It knew me, too?”

“Mmhm,” the genie nodded with a soft smile, “It said it was able to see inside your soul or something like that…I’m still trying to wrap my head around it….”

Simon blinked out of a sense of astonishment and took a moment at a red light to look at the ring still attached to his finger. Something was inside it, he didn’t know what, and Jessica wasn’t sure what to make of it. His memory flashed back to holding a crying and broken blonde bombshell and looking at the ring in his fingers with disdain. Simon smiled and laughed nervously,

“I hope it’s not mad at me for trying to see if I could’ve damaged it in the bathroom!”

Jessica only smirked and rolled her eyes at her Master as she remained quiet. Then continued to look out the window as the streets and pedestrians passed by. The dorkish teen’s smile faded, and he sighed at his genie’s somber demeanor. She hadn’t seemed angry at him. At least Simon hoped that was the case. The auburn-haired boy looked at his blonde bombshell as she remained reserved and quiet. Was she mad at him for what happened today? He had demanded more from his childhood friend than usual. It wasn’t hard to see how she could be upset with him. Though, between both how Kevin acted and how she was treated, the young man was liable for a headache himself. Finally, Simon felt his lips relax into their usual place and demeanor.

In any case, they had other things to worry about now. High School would only be a drop in the bucket compared to what would come next. Again, as he opened his mouth and thought aloud, his voice stated it as a matter of fact,

“I’m going to need to make another wish.”

“…yes, Master, as you desire….”

His eyes widened at the sight of his genie pulling her legs further apart. The cheerleader wasted no time pulling the hoodie up to reveal the black fabric in front of her pussy. Slender and delicate fingers began stroking herself in anticipation. The sight of his girlfriend ready to obey his command and pleasure herself caused the dork’s head to snap itself forward, face flushed,

“Not right now, Jess! I’m driving!”

The blush on his face made the blonde’s face flush itself. The cheerleader’s emerald eyes widened, and she shut her knees together with a loud squeak. The genie now squirmed as she shook her head and fidgeted with her hair as if still trying to pick out any phantom remnants of the green paint that was already long gone.

Jessica’s shoulders slumped forward as she pouted in embarrassment, “S-Sorry! **** of habit…I’m getting too used to it….”

His smile faded as well, and Simon sighed again, “Jess?”

Her emerald eyes glanced up at him, “Hm?”

“I’m really sorry for everything that happened to you today. I can’t let bad things happen to you like that. It’s not okay…I feel awful about….”

“Simon…” the sudden reappearance of his name got his attention when she emphasized its use.

A frown on her face along with a small glare emphasized the warning tone she uttered toward him, “That’s enough.”

Finally, Jessica was the one speaking up, her voice still slightly resentful but understanding,

“How were we supposed to know Tiffany would do that to me? We were focused on Kevin and what he turned Brad into. It’s not your fault that she ganged up on me like that. Tiffany and Myers got to me while you were dealing with that perverted bastard you have for a friend…I was too embarrassed to interrupt….”

The blonde’s hands gripped tightly to her ankles as she spoke softly again. Her face attempted to smile but didn’t last long enough, “We kept Sammy away from Kevin and put a stop to his antics for the time being. I’m still the head cheerleader, and the rest of the school will come to their senses again, thinking they were all exposed to a gas leak. Everyone remembers I’m still the Queen around there. That’s what matters, right?”

Simon noticed the inflection of her words changing upon her remark of remaining the Queen of Eastlake. The title and role as the most popular girl in school hadn’t held the same meaning as it had the days before. Perhaps, seeing how people behaved when not on a pedestal made her question the importance of it? In any case, his genie looked to him, seeking approval.

So the awkward teenager smiled warmly and nodded to her,

“Right.”

Her Master shifted gears again while he continued to get used to the high-end performance of the automobile they drove in. Another silence took place as he made another turn and thought of his friend with a frown. Kevin would either lash out or finally take a moment to blow off some steam and clear his head. There wouldn’t be any in-between this time; Simon knew that. He had to be harsh to get the point across. The outcast always disdained Jessica for her actions, the same as Tiffany thought of the dorkish teenager as some monster. The auburn-haired boy remained silent as Jessica was riled up and snapped angrily at the thought. His beloved blonde declared him “my monster” to her raven-haired best friend, even if he was.

Simon let out a soft chuckle as realization dawned on him,

“Kind of ironic, isn’t it, Jess?”

She looked up at him again as she leaned her head back against the car seat, “What is?”

The photography buff laughed again as he rubbed his head briefly,

“That somehow, after we were split up, we both wound up with two friends that both hated our guts! Imagine if Tiffany were a little less controlling and Kevin had a little more self-control…maybe we should **** them to date each other….”

Jessica groaned as the thought appeared in her head, and her emerald eyes rolled over,

“That would be a total trainwreck…absolute horror show….”

Simon smirked as he could see it written all over her, “You’re thinking about it right now, though, aren’t you?”

A smile broke through her sad frown, and Jessica attempted to hold back a laugh of her own, “Maybe…it’d be sort of entertaining….”

The young man snickered as she began to nervously babble, aware of her insinuation, “I-I mean, s-sure, yeah…it’d be funny, but it’s not like I think they deserve each other! I think that Kevin needs to listen to you more if that’s what’s good for him and Tiffany…Tiffany needs…!”

Simon glanced over as he saw his genie had moved her entire body to face his with her arms held up, then her face drew a blank at the mention of her traitorous friend’s name. The Queen of Eastlake High School slumped back into the seat on her knees with a sad pout as she looked at the floor. The sleeve of his hoodie covered her hands as she rubbed it under her nose cutely.

Her eyes closed, and she sighed, “I don’t know what you’re going to do about her….”

That was a tough one, he acknowledged to himself as he nodded and faced the road again. The photographer’s eyes looked upward in thought for a moment at the fate of Jessica’s troublesome and fellow cheerleader.

As he glanced over again to his blonde lover, a thought occurred to the awkward young man,

“Well, what would you do about her?”

“Me?”

Jessica looked back, confused as she raised her eyebrow skeptically. Simon shrugged his right shoulder and nodded, “Yeah…I had to deal with Kevin, and he was my friend. Since Tiffany’s your friend and responsible for betraying you, what do you want to happen to her? I mean, whatever you want, Jess. I’ll make it happen, but it’s your choice this time….”

Her emerald eyes widened as she turned away to process what he was saying, “My…choice?”

Again the awkward teenager nodded and looked toward the road as he attempted not to blush; a pleasant smile graced his lips,

“I mean, whatever you want me to do, I’ll do, Jess. I mean-yeah, I’ll ask why and advise you on it, but whatever you want to wish for, I’ll make it happen. You know that.”

“Oh…okay….”

Jessica sounded almost like she was in shock. She looked away childishly as her eyes stared at his new car’s dashboard. The young man turned back to focus on driving as she began broadcasting her thoughts again out of habit,

“I would just be okay with doing whatever you wanted to do…it’s better when you think about it for me….”

The genie sighed and looked out the window as she rested her head on her curled-up knees, “I was hoping to hand her over to you like a trophy…that would’ve been hot…my Master could punish my traitorous friend for me while I watched….”

Was the heat on in his new car? The awkward boy thought as he swallowed his saliva and felt the collar of his shirt tighten. His face felt another flare-up as the picture she painted entered his head—the one of him in total control.

His genie handing her best friend and snob over to him was an interesting image, to be sure. Simon felt his legs tense up over the pedals as he took a deep breath and laughed nervously,

“So, um…that’s…uh…yeah….”

“Shit!” the genie suddenly remembered their telepathic link as he acknowledged that he heard her.

The blonde clamped her hands to the custom seat and crossed her legs to keep herself from reaching under his hoodie and shirt that draped over her body. Her face turned a rosy pink as she looked down at herself and spoke out nervously and on the defensive,

“I-I’ve just been having daydreams since we left Italy! That’s all! I can still think about how great this morning was, can’t I!”

Jessica blew off a few strands of stray bangs off her forehead and moved her hair as she frowned, “I want to go back to having fun before we had to go back to that fucking...school….”

Then, her Master’s brain suddenly clicked again, and an idea entered his mind. Both of them could use a distraction…

…and this car was incredibly fast.

His fingers twitched on the steering wheel, while his hazel eyes glanced innocently at first toward his girlfriend. Then his right hand gripped onto the stick as he began to smile deviously,

“Hey, Jess? Hold on.”

“What?”

She only had a second to react. Her eyes widened and darted to his hand, shifting gears and feet changing the clutch rapidly as a smile began growing on his face. His brain helped him react as if it was in second nature. If no harm came to him or his loved ones while he wore the ring?

Well, time to test the limits of that again.

Jessica only picked up on that too late as she began to panic,

“Master? Master! Wait! Don’t do anythingggg….”

Simon slammed his foot on the pedal, and the engine began roaring to life as Jessica kept rapidly calling out to him when caught by surprise. She protested and held on, the sudden change in his demeanor making her anger flare,

“Master, Master, slow down!”

70.

Her voice began to quiver worriedly, watching as he began to swerve around vehicles and only increase speed. Simon could feel his face hardened as he focused on the road in front of him. Left, right, and left lane again as he could hear as she growled threateningly, but worriedly for his health,

“Master!”

90.

Now her body gripped to the seat and seatbelt as she sat back and cried out in terror, **** to watch as her heart rate rose along with the speedometer,

“MASTER!”

Simon felt his adrenaline spike as the car’s V-12 engine roared even louder as he watched the dashboard cross into the triple digits. His eyes remained on the road while Jessica began to switch almost instantly. The car continued to pass like a blur through and down the open streets.

105.

The genie suddenly grinned and began laughing in shock and delight, screaming as he only slammed his foot down harder, “HOLY SHIT! MASTER!”

He ran two red lights so fast that even the simple cop car off to the side didn’t even notice the high-end machine flypast over 130mph. Jessica swiveled her head in a rush and let out another laugh as her legs began kicking up in the air

The sudden adrenaline rush caused his childhood beloved to start cheering and smiling in delight once again. Her ass bounced in the chair as they made their way toward his house. Finally, she cried out and screamed in ecstasy as her smile grew wider.

180.

Holy FUCK!

Her heart raced, blood rushed, and she was rubbing herself against the car seat as soon as her Master began to slow the car down upon entering his side streets and subdivision. Her hair got in her face, chest pounded, but a shudder rippled down her spine, and the cheerleader let out a groan as she bit her lip.

The bombshell in the passenger’s seat couldn’t stop giggling from the adrenaline rush as Simon finally parked the car in his driveway. He slumped against the driver’s seat and began to laugh along with her. Her Master’s eyes drooped a bit as he recovered and laughed while recovering from his own spike. The boyish smile on his face as he laughed in disbelief, having accomplished something so insane.

Still feeling her newfound energy, the genie bounced in her seat and then stomped her feet with an uncontrollable smile on her face,

“Again! Let’s do it again! C’monnnnnn!”

How Jessica Edwards missed out on her endless list of boyfriends trying something so reckless was beyond her. A few had tried to appeal to her with their cars. The boys trying to impress the Queen or invite her to a track to attempt to show off, but they never did something so crazy as that. Simon laughed along with her in unison as he scratched his head and popped open his door,

“Come on. Let’s go, Jess….”

The blonde soon puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms in the sleeves of his oversized hoodie in defiance. Her joyriding moment now came to an abrupt end. Of course, the only reason Simon would do something so crazy was to put a smile on her face. Although, that implied the cheerleader had to first drag her childhood friend into it. Childishly, the genie smiled in satisfaction at having made her auburn-haired dork accomplish something else adventurous.

Her Master opened the door to her side of the car and pulled it over her head a moment later. Then, deciding to continue her teasing, he waited as she put another overdone pout on her face and crossed her arms, refusing to face him as he shut the door behind her.

Her Simon chuckled as he politely scolded his genie, “Now, now. I thought we were past this….”

Jessica playfully huffed dramatically again as she unbuckled her seat and stepped out of the car, and stood before her dorkish owner in his driveway.

“Fine. Well, I remember someone promising to make me dinner and a bath, and he’d better keep his word! I had a rough day!” she protested.

Her eyes snapped open to find Simon’s hazel eyes right in front of her, and a hand reaching up to possessively stroke her ass,

“And I remember a certain someone wanting me to be in control of them, this morning…she was very insistent, stubborn even.”

“I want to do whatever you want…I want you to be in control….”

It was now the genie’s turn to let out a nervous giggle, as a smile and pink tint to her cheeks appeared to match, “Oh…r-right…um, are you sure was that really this morning?”

He dropped his head down and brought it back up in a single nod, “Yup.”

The blonde bombshell’s face felt even warmer than it did against the fabric of her Master’s hoodie. Simon then smiled as he leaned back and pointed toward the door, holding his bookbag in front of her.

“And now, SIMON SAYS you’ll go up to my room and unpack my camera at my desk, then wait in front of the door for me, please. That’s an order.”

The genie’s emerald eyes widened as she registered the words. Master was giving her an order. She had to obey. Her body felt ready to melt at the insinuation.

“Yes, Master,” the young blonde nodded breathlessly and earnestly, taking his backpack in her arms as he unlocked the door.

Quickly, Jessica bolted inside, unable to contain the smile on her face, and bit her lip in anticipation. Not only did he order her, but he did it by playing her favorite game! The moment she ran up the step and down the hall, it was hard for the cheerleader to contain her giggling. It was also the opportunity to finally put Eastlake behind her. The realization dawned on his wishes in the locker room.

No school!

They wouldn’t have to go back for the rest of the week, and because of the wish to complete her classes, that could mean even longer!

As she pulled out her Master’s camera and placed it neatly on the desk where he wanted it, the genie began swaying and dancing her hips. The same happy energy that came from within bounced free once more. The blonde ran a hand through her hair as she finally felt free enough to express herself once more.

Being back in Simon’s room was a relief for her. It meant the safety of her Master’s home and the comfort of his bed. It meant dropping the anxieties of upholding or keeping her obligations that were part of her human life. Excitement and an eager smile graced her face as the genie felt the morning’s events reemerge. So much had happened again that her body wanted to spin with her mind.

Simon was Master and commanded her to wait in his room. For the genie, that meant her Master was ready to move on as much as she was, and he had built up a lot of tension.

Tension meant release….which meant her Master would have more sex with her.

The genie was finding it hard to ignore her own excitement. It wasn’t proper for them to avoid playing with each other. She was home, which meant she could stop hiding or controlling whatever urges she had kept under wraps since the fifth period.

And she had many….

Jessica quickly stood in front of the door as her Simon said. She bit her tongue and continued to sway in place, picturing things that both teenagers could experiment or try tonight. Her giggle couldn’t contain itself when she thought about that innocent tilted expression Simon made at her since their childhood.

The blonde happily smiled at the sight of her childhood companion as he opened the door, then quickly rushed to stand in front at attention,

“Welcome Home, Master!”

A smile overcame his face as he began laughing nervously, “Were you planning on doing that?”

“Of course!” she declared with a wink and a grin.

She twirled a finger in the front of her hair, “I tried doing something similar to you this morning, but you had your freakout with that seal fragment.”

Her Master yawned as he scratched his head, “Oh yeah…I’m sorry I missed that….”

Simon then moved to kiss her on the lips on his way to his desk chair, connecting various drives and memory cards into his desktop before turning to face her.

“So…I guess it’s safe enough for you to strip now. Go ahead and take my hoodie and shirt off, then give yourself a look in the mirror.”

“Yes, Master,” the genie nodded, a little confused but still doing as she was told.

If she had to guess, then her Master had decided to place her in something that was a bit of a surprise. Getting the green hoodie to drop to the floor was easy enough, then she looked at the shirt that slumped over one of her shoulders with the strange icon in the center.

“What’s this from?”

She pointed to the t-shirt’s front, and Simon turned curious and remarked on it casually,

“An anime.”

Oh right, Jessica had to remind herself that her Master was still a dork. He liked things like anime or other odd things. Sammy always told the genie that she hadn’t given the genre a proper chance. Though, the cheerleader now found herself admitting that her status as a popular girl made her subject herself to following the latest trends. Because of that identity and her group of friends, she purposefully filtered out what now seemed open to her. If Simon genuinely liked that sort of thing, and it wasn’t just Kevin’s influence, maybe it was worth a chance. The blonde shrugged to herself and pulled at the bottom of the shirt, and tossed it from her body.

Immediately her cheeks turned pink at the new outfit her Master had made for her.

“Um….”

Jessica heard the chair swivel as she pulled at the tiny black and white frill in the front of her new black panties and stared at herself in the mirror. It was lingerie, a bra and panty set, not different from the norm, except its theme. Her bra wrapped around behind her neck, with white frill trimming running down and around the upper trim, while a black frill gave a skirt-like appearance that did little to cover anything, save the white apron-like design on the front and sheer black around the rest.

In short, a bikini that was fit for a French maid.

Simon’s Maid.

She began to feel hot as her voice quivered nervously,

“Am I…to clean your room, Master?”

Simon blushed and stared at the stars on his ceiling as his genie presented the insinuation, “Ummm…I mean, I thought we could um…experiment more….”

The genie shared in her Master’s sudden shyness at the insinuation and began imagining possible scenarios to use her new outfit. Her voice let her thoughts escape her as she began trying to be helpful, “I-It’s not complete, though…y-you forgot the headband, maybe a collar, and garters, maid uniforms also h-have cuffs, and I’ll need stockings…and heels….”

Her green eyes darted up at the ceiling as she took a deep breath, “And besides…I-I haven’t r-really done chores. I could be bad at it….”

The nervously aroused young man in the chair spun back around and nodded to himself, “Y-Yeah, yeah…sorry…I was curious….”

Snap.

The genie now found the missing articles of her ensemble she had just commented on now on her body, the black and white headband, a white-collar with a black bowtie over her choker, cuffs on her wrists, garters and black stockings on her legs with a set of black and white high heels on her feet. A feather-duster held up in her fingers as she watched her Master’s boyish features turn a deeper shade of red.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, her mind whispered thoughts into her head,

Serve Master. Clean for Master. Care for Master. Service Master.

Jessica felt her heels click on the floor as she stepped back and turned a matching shade of red as Simon. He was probably stiff as a masthead at this rate at the sight of her. That was why he wasn’t facing her, not yet.

Another thought entered her head that she didn’t really want to think about either. She wasn’t the first Maid in her family.

The cheerleader maid stopped fast thinking about her Stepmother as her Maid before her family would think to call her again.

The blonde gulped and nodded as she had another idea, “H-Hey, Master? Do you think…maybe…I could wear that other black uniform you made for me again?”

His auburn-haired head swiveled around in confusion, revealing the sweat and blush on his face,

“B-Black uniform?”

She smiled and looked in the mirror as she stretched out her arms, reimagining the moment from this morning, “You know when we got to school this morning, and Kevin confronted us? You made me some new uniforms to show off. Can I wear the black one again?”

It took a moment to click. His eyes had been locked on her as his personal Maid Genie as she asked,

“Oh! Yeah, here you go, Jess.”

Snap.

She bounced on her toes as her clothes changed, the feeling of Simon’s hands changing her when the clothing changed from the Maid-kini to the Black Eastlake Cheerleader Uniform she had that brief moment. The ruby-red lettering on the front top, the short skirt that revealed her red bikini bottoms as she bent over, and the golden shackle bands matched her choker. The genie let out a giggle as her hair was again tied high up into a ponytail while her entire midriff and abdomen remained bare between both pieces of the black uniform.

Jessica smiled and turned back to her Master, striking a flirtatious pose as she did so, “So you were thinking about your cheerleader girlfriend as a genie after all, hm?”

He laughed nervously and simply stared at her once his head turned to face his blonde lover again. She thought it was still adorable to see her childhood companion react that way to her. The younger Jessica often asked the tinier Simon if she was the prettiest girl in the world. Then reward him with a peck on the cheek.

Her Simon was all grown up. Well, mostly…

“I was planning on making you one….”

The genie’s ears perked up as she saw his hazel eyes once again locked on her. The blonde’s heart fluttering at the off-hand comment,

“Making me what?”

Simon shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to release his nerves, scratching at the back of his head, “Y-Y’know…a genie outfit. Th-That’s why I took a photo of you in the bathroom….”

“Oh….”

Her face became warm again as she thought of her mother's outfit and then the various childish ideas that Jessica had of what a genie was supposed to wear. Was Simon really going to make her one?

“I would like that,” she replied softly with a smile.

As Simon turned back around and refocused, the genie began to look around the room and over her uniform. The first thing was to get her hair out of its high ponytail. After the amount of **** her blonde locks took today, she decided to let them go free. Jessica pulled her golden hair free and let it fall back to her shoulders, fluffing it briefly as it fell. Then, the cheerleader spun herself, twisting behind to look at her outfit from the back and sides. A giggle escaped her lips as she smiled. It was easy to notice that a bra wasn’t holding up her breasts. She also noticed how easy it was for the skirt to lift and peak out the red fabric molding itself to her like skin. It was surprisingly easy for her to move around in; while still offering Simon those views he seemed to enjoy so much.

Playful and flirty, matching aspects of her personality. As she modeled herself again, raising an arm above her head and smoldering toward the mirror, a sudden rapid vibration caught the girl off guard. It almost was a foreign sound after ignoring it mainly for the last day or so, but the cheerleader recognized her cell phone going off immediately.

The blonde bounced and moved to her recovered backpack on Simon’s bed and reached out to see who was texting her. Before she could even touch it, she received more texts. Her fingers jumped as it vibrated again when she tried picking it up. Finally, the genie snatched it out of her bag and saw a series of multiple alerts.

Jessica, I’m really sorry about what happened today, I didn’t know what was going on. You were the right choice, I’m glad we didn’t go through with it. -Lauren

The emerald eyes blinked in astonishment as she scrolled down,

I know it wasn’t your fault, Jess. I just gave into the pressure, but it won’t happen again. You can count on me, Captain. I hope you’re doing okay. I’m so sorry about what happened. -Zara

Jess! Cap! What happened? Are you okay? DDDD8 I tried calling Sam to tell Simon after going to Ferguson’s office! I ran into Simon and he didn’t notice anything strange, and everyone in the locker room said they changed their minds! Are you okay? OMG DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THIS GAS LEAK? PLEASE CALL ME BACK ASAP! 8CCCC

Cassie sounded so frantic and panicked. It nearly made the genie want to cry again seeing her teammates and friends finally reaching out. However, bitterness lingered. It was only because of her intervention with her Master that most of them even apologized in the first place.

But…Cassie was definitely an exception. The brunette was very loyal and sweeter than sugar. That deserved a response.

Don’t worry. I’m okay. Simon found me and Peralez dismissed practice because of the alert. Most of them apologized, but I’m still a bit upset. Hopefully everyone is okay. It sounds like this gas leak is pretty serious. Thank you checking in on me. <333 We’ll catch up later.

Cassie’s response was quick.

YAY SIMON! I’m so happy you’re okay! <333333 I can’t honestly remember what happened at practice at all! I think that gas really pumped into the gym! I don’t even know why I left for Ferguson’s office to begin with >.<;;;…I’m sorry I hear classes are cancelled this week! Maybe we can hang out? Lunch was super fun!

The energy of her friendly pixie made the Head Cheerleader giggle and shook her head. If she could promote the spirited girl to being her top lieutenant, she would say so. Cassie had really come through for her the last few days, heck, the last couple of weeks. The brunette’s help with her playlist for her party, being friendly about Simon, even stuff the genie teased her teammate about over the summer, was now coming in handy. She may be a bit out there, a little obsessive, but the brunette was a good friend when it counted.

Especially when thinking about the last one made the genie frown so quickly. The way one of her closest friends turned on her stung. Hard. Jessica again found herself stuck on that question in the car as she stretched out,

What was she going to do with Tiffany?

Until she could think about the answer, the raven-haired cheerleader was locked in her house. The blonde cheer captain had made sure of that. Simon had made it seem so easy dealing with Kevin, but now that it was her friend responsible, the genie could understand why it was more challenging than it felt.

She could do anything to get back at her friend, and Tiffany would be unable to do anything to stop it. Jessica could feel her fingers ready to stroke herself as she thought back to how Simon declared her friend would be cursed forever because of what she had done to her. It would be shameful to let that go unfulfilled. What ideas did Master have, and how would they translate to Jessica’s desires?

The blonde used his words echoing in her head as a reference point, the exact words he always seemed to ask her,

“What do you want, Jess?”

“Hm, what do I want?” she looked up at the ceiling and pondered the answer.

The cheerleader began to arch back until her hands touched the floor, her body needed to stay agile and flexible, but also it helped her think. As she crab-walked with her back arched, the blonde cleared her head and thought only of that idea.

What did she want?

First and foremost, Jessica Edwards was the genie of Simon Harris. So, thinking about how it would benefit him would be a good starting point. Next, she wanted Tiffany to stop badmouthing or teasing him and treat him appropriately. Okay, thanks to her earlier use of ‘Simon Says’, that was one goal down.

What else would the genie want of her friend?

Tiffany was also one of the more attractive girls in school that went without saying. However, she put more thought into what that was worth to her more than Sammy did. Simon’s redheaded sister often rolled her eyes at Tiffany’s use of fashion and gossip. Usually, the raven-haired girl showed that influence over her blonde friend and used it to manipulate her. Goading her in to have her fellow cheerleader do as she wanted for her.

Play dress up, buy clothes for everyone, go for the Captain’s seat, play politics, become the Queen while Tiffany advised her to get what she wanted from the background.

Jessica felt her face puff. Okay, now she knew she had a better idea.

Maybe it was time Tiffany finally got to experience being the doll instead. Simon wanted to make sure the raven-haired girl never betrayed his genie again; becoming her plaything and gift to her Master still made the most sense for Jessica in that regard. Tiffany the Toy was easier to manage than Tiffany the Terrible….

But they could go further than that, Jessica suddenly realized.

Simon had explained it to her in their class. Her wishes and power of retcon meant that Master could wish for Tiffany’s entire life to change to whatever whims or desires they had. That Jessica had, and her Master would grant. She could have Simon change Tiffany’s sister, her Mother, practically everyone from the ground up. Tiffany’s life and the entire life of her family history were up for grabs! No one would even blink an eye at what she could do to her. What would she do, though?

So much power at her disposal, no wonder Simon felt the way he did about it. They could control anyone.

They already did, though.

As she turned onto her stomach and stretched out her legs, the blonde bombshell thought about another individual that was also under her control: Miss Littlewood.

Her face turned pink as she remembered how soft the young teacher’s lips were as they kissed on top of the woman’s desk in front of Simon. The twenty-something teacher, her favorite teacher, was under their control, and they would go to see her now that the week was open.

Would she still have her outrageous outfit?

The auburn-haired boy at his computer sighed as he stood up and checked the time, “Crud. I better get started on dinner if we’re going to still have it.”

Jessica flipped herself back on her knees and nodded, “K.”

He smiled and quickly proceeded to kiss her on the lips, the two of them locking tongues again swiftly and lovingly. The sound of them stopping loud enough to hear as air escaped. Simon smiled dumbly as he almost ran into his door again and then spun out of the room.

She giggled and blushed at the sight.

“My Silly Master….”

He was really into what he was doing on his computer, though. So, Jessica picked herself off the floor and moved to sit in his now unoccupied chair. Preferably, the genie would’ve desired to sit in her Master’s lap, but he was so focused that she let him work. Simon’s obsessiveness wasn’t something she interrupted. It was usually better to take an interest in what he was doing.

‘Let’s see….’

The blonde looked through the various tabs and downloaded images on one slide show. Her Master was interested in metallurgy and a list of materials needed, along with the symbols he had scanned from the charcoal imprint of her ring box. Her eyes widened as she pressed her finger to her mouth and stared.

Master was working on getting her Mother back. He had gotten closer to putting the pieces together from what he had added since their visit to Italy.

Simon was evident in his notes that he would need to make an object of some kind. That would take time; maybe he could wish for it, that would be the easiest fix. Unless he couldn’t do that for some reason? But she was his genie; he could wish for anything! Couldn’t he?

Her hand slipped on the mouse, and Jessica accidentally switched programs on the screen, closing the window her Master left open,

“Ah, crud!”

The genie tried to locate the mouse icon on the screen when she noticed the folder she had opened up on the computer. Under one of the external hard drives, her Master kept an entire library of photos. He had recently downloaded it in a folder labeled, ‘Muse.’

“You’re my muse, Jess. You know that, right?”

“Of course I am! I mean-I better be! I should be!”

Her face felt red, and she gulped at the folder nervously.

“I am Master’s Muse, that means….”

Slowly, the genie’s hand guided the mouse over the folder and double-clicked the icon open. A small gasp exited the blonde’s mouth as she had her thoughts confirmed. Inside the genie found a place dedicated to all her Master’s recent photos of her. Jessica clicked on the first one and waited for the screen to start a slideshow.

The cheerleader’s eyes widened.

Simon had shown her photos he had taken of her cheerleading, or in passing, the picture he took on her counter that she couldn’t help but blush at, but Jessica’s face felt hot as her jaw went agape.

She had taken selfies, phone photos, school photos, Christmas cards…

…they paled to when Simon was giving his all. These were almost professional quality photos of her posing and modeling as his sexual object.

“I…I look like a model….”

The genie became entranced by herself in her Master’s photos, and the looks on her face made her realize she was doing so to the viewer. The way she looked making those tarts, eating them, seeing her as the adorable chef in her apron, hat, and thong made her want to sweat.

That plaid lingerie from her schoolgirl outfit as she writhed on his bed after her phone call with her father. The way she looked up at him and posed her body made her want to start stripping off her uniform. Simon could sell her image to advertisers, her body plastered on billboards and outside lingerie stores in malls. Everyone possibly seeing the work by her Master, seeing her as he saw her. The blonde schoolgirl sex doll, sexual icon, even a goddess of some kind….

“I always wanted to see you in lingerie….”

Reliving his voice whispering that on her birthday caused the genie to shiver,

“Now I know why. Holy shit, Master. Is this how you see me all the time?”

Photo after photo, Jessica found herself displayed as her Master had commanded, and what had been the result. It felt so foreign to realize how beautiful, gorgeous she could genuinely be. As the “It” Girl, she knew she was attractive, she had the attention for it, but it wasn’t like this. It never truly hit her in the same way until reunited with Simon, and seeing herself as he saw her gave the genie ideas.

Another feeling pulled into her brain, one that began to repeat in her mind to herself,

“I…I should stop wearing pants…Master doesn’t make me wear them…he likes it better when I don’t…I love Master’s hands on me without them…so, I should, no…I will…I will no longer wear pants….”

A nervous smile appeared on her ever-reddening face. The cheerleader massaged her breast underneath her uniform.

“A genie…wears as her Master desires….”

She gulped again in excitement with her urges in complete agreement in pressing her forward. Yes, this felt right. This was natural.

“I must not wear pants….”

That’s right, a genie of Simon Harris did not wear pants, she repeated to herself, eyes rolling back as her other hand stroked the front of her red bottoms,

“I feel…so hot…is this good? Am I a good genie?”

The blonde un-cupped her breast and moved the mouse with the opposite hand as she stopped seeing photos of herself, replaced by the stripping form of Kimberly Littlewood.

These were the photos Master taught her to take while naked and horny at the sight of her teacher. They needed to visit her, didn’t they?

What if Simon could take photos of them both together again? What if Tiffany was **** to be a model for her Master’s camera?

So many ideas could be hatched from that alone that her fingers began to disappear into herself.

Everyone would see them as he did, then she would be seen everywhere…everyone would know she was her Master’s personal….

“Hey, Jess?”

The genie’s impromptu masturbation session ground to a halt as she fell backward from her Master’s chair and looked up at the confused face of the auburn-haired boy in his doorway. He laughed nervously again as he came inside to help her off the floor,

“Did you want to help me make dinner again?”

Quickly Jessica straightened her outfit and nodded with a flustered smile, and knelt before her childhood companion with glee,

“Yes, Master! How may I be of service?”