The Genie

Carl's eyes widened as he felt the strange sensation coursing through him. The ring seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and before he could even process what was happening, he closed his eyes and wished with all his might to see Stacy in her underwear. The moment the thought formed in his mind, the room around him began to blur and swirl, a dizzying vortex of colors and light. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing in Stacy's bedroom where he had been only hours earlier, the familiar scent of her perfume filling the air. She was by her dresser, her back to him, wearing only a lacy pink bra and panties.

Stacy's eyes snapped towards Carl, her face a mix of shock and indignation as her hand instinctively covered her crotch. She couldn't understand why, but she had just felt a short burst of… pleasure?

"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, but the words caught in her throat as she realized something was terribly wrong. She tried to step forward, to tell him to leave, but her voice faltered. "M-master," she stammered, her heart racing as she fought against the compulsion. The word burned in her mouth. She couldn’t say his proper name.

Carl's eyes widened, confusion mingling with the flush rising to his cheeks. "What... what just happened?" he muttered, his voice shaky but laced with a growing confidence. Did she just call him ‘master’!?

Buzzing from the rush of his first wish, Carl couldn't resist the urge to test the ring's power again. "I wish for a giant pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni," he said with a grin, expecting nothing to happen. But to his surprise, the room filled with the aroma of fresh pizza, and a steaming hot pie materialized on Stacy's dresser. Another burst of sexual energy flooded Stacy's nether regions, but this one did not catch her off guard.

Instead, Stacy's eyes widened in frustration. "Master, stop this! You don't understand what you're dealing with," she pleaded, but Carl just laughed, grabbing a slice. "Come on, it's just a little fun. What's the harm? Besides, I'm not sure you're in any position to make demands." Stacy sighed, her mind racing.

After glaring into each other's eyes for a brief moment, Carl decided to push his desires further. He felt emboldened by the ring on his finger. "I wish to see Stacy naked," he commanded, his voice firm with anticipation.

Stacy's eyes widened in horror as she felt her magic take over, the clothes on her body beginning to loosen against her will. She tried to resist, but the ring's magic was too strong. Just as she was about to succumb, she remembered a loophole in wish granting, a common trope from the ancient tales—wishes had to be precise. With a quick thought, she interpreted the wish in a way that maintained her dignity… while still technically fulfilling the command.

Stacy assented, allowing the ring's magic to take hold, but this time she focused on directing it with her own mind. Her clothes began to float off her body, rising into the air as if caught in a gentle breeze. With a soft gasp, for she felt a pleasing jolt, she created a privacy screen between them the instant her clothes left her body: a shimmering barrier of obscuring glass that blocked Carl's clear view. The pizza, still steaming hot, floated over to her, hovering in midair as she reached out to take a slice.

Carl's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell?" he muttered, taking a step back.

Stacy chomped at the pizza, tugging a large portion of gooey cheese into her mouth. She **** herself to stay calm, swallowing the bite and trying to think of a way out of this mess. She had to buy some time, to convince Carl that there was another way.

"Look," she said finally, her voice shaky but determined. "I know that wasn't in the spirit of your wish. Maybe we can strike a deal, okay? You let me wear the ring, and I'll make sure you get whatever you want."

Carl narrowed his eyes, still not fully convinced. "And what makes me think you'll keep your end of the bargain?" he asked, his voice tinged with suspicion.

Stacy swallowed hard, her heart racing as she tried to think of a way to convince him. "I have no reason to lie to you," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I just want us to be on the same page here. If we work together, we can both get what we want."

Carl looked at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he sighed.

"Fine," he said, reaching for his finger and pulling the ring off. He held it out toward her, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "One week and it's yours again. If you can keep me satisfied, I won't make any unannounced wishes. But you'd better entertain me."

Stacy's heart sank as she watched Carl slide the ring into his front shirt pocket, feeling a twinge of relief at the thought of being rid of Carl's barrage of wishes. She **** herself to smile up at him, trying to look confident despite her racing thoughts. "Consider it done," she said, trying to sound casual. "What do you have in mind?"

Carl's eyes gleamed with excitement as he leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "I want to go to an exclusive tropical beach," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "And I want you to be wearing that red swimsuit I saw you wearing at the pool last summer."

Stacy felt her stomach drop - she would have to grant another wish, one that would make it impossible to hide her body from his prying eyes. But she knew better than to argue with Carl while he held the ring in his pocket. With a deep breath, she nodded in agreement.

"I think I can make that happen," she said, nodding and trying to sound confident.

Carl grinned, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Take your time," he said, leaning back in his chair, grabbing another slice of pizza. "I'm in no rush."

Stacy **** herself to breathe slowly, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She knew she had to act fast if she wanted to keep Carl satisfied and avoid any unwanted wishes. As she watched him grab another slice of pizza, she realized that she couldn't grant wishes for herself. It seemed impossible, as if the magic had simply vanished from her being.

"Master," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I can't grant wishes for myself."

Carl looked up from his pizza, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh really?" he said, his voice low and seductive. "And what makes you think you can't?"

Stacy swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to try something.

"I... I think I need you to put the ring back on... just for the wish. Then you can take it off again, okay?" she stammered.

Carl shook his head at the idea of having to do it himself, but at least he now knew that she couldn’t pull a fast one on him as long as he had the ring in his possession.

Stacy tried to reassure him. "I promise! I'll do it exactly as you asked. Just put the ring back on, make the wish, and then take it off. I'll make sure to wear the swimsuit you want me to."

Carl sighed heavily, clearly bothered by the many steps required to fulfill his fantasy. But after a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring, holding it out toward Stacy.

"Fine," he said, his voice low and slightly annoyed. “I’ll do it again.”