Yes, by Emma a few hours later

Author's note: This thread is intended to be read after my earlier thread in this story, which can be found here. (Select the first option on all chapters.)

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"That bitch," Edward muttered when he met up with his girlfriend Emma after classes.

"Oh?" Emma asked. "What's up?"

"Look at this shit," he said, turning his phone toward her and playing back a video. It clearly showed Claire unlatching their back gate, then waltzing over to the security cameras and using spray paint to obscure any further activity.

"Fucking dammit," Emma agreed. "Still not enough to nail her?"

"Of course not. Good luck getting a charge for something like this to stick to her."

Emma shook her head. "Well, let's go home and see if there's anything else we can do, OK?"

"Probably nothing," Edward muttered sullenly.

Their house wasn't far from the university, so it wasn't long until they were home. "I don't see any lights on," Emma remarked. "You check inside, I'll check around back?" she suggested.

"Sure," Edward agreed.

Emma lightly jogged around the house while Edward checked the front door and confirmed it was locked before letting himself in.

"Hunh," Emma said to herself upon seeing Claire's clothes strewn about but no sign of her anywhere. The pool appeared undisturbed, and there was nothing else out of place except...

Emma's eyes alighted on a golden oil lamp that looked like it sprang right out of a movie. She walked over, knelt down and picked it up.

"I wonder what this is doing here," she said, lightly brushing off some dirt with her fingers as she heard the back door unlock and saw it start to open.

At the same time, a cloud of smoke billowed from the lamp's spout, engulfing her.

"What the fuck is this!" she exclaimed, glancing over at the door again, expecting to see Edward throwing it open and rushing over. Instead, it seemed like he hadn't heard her at all; if anything, the door basically hadn't moved despite more than a few seconds having elapsed since she touched the lamp.

"'Fuck' is right, Mistress!" a chipper voice said, causing Emma to drop the lamp in shock. It was only then that she noticed there was a naked upper body somehow coming out of it, one that looked immensely erotic with a trim waist, full breasts, smooth arms, and a face that was, despite being rearranged slightly for sexual provocativeness...

"Claire?!"

"Yup!" the woman said. "Claire Stansfield! New and improved as your own personal sex genie, Mistress!"

"My... what?"

"Your sex genie!" Claire repeated. "I can grant any wish you like, so long as you can relate it to sex."

Emma's knees gave out and she collapsed hard on the ground. "Ow, fuck, shit," she muttered, unable to stop herself from slipping a hand behind herself to feel the base of her tailbone. Claire's upper body drifted down to stay at eye level. "Run that by me one more time?"

"I'm a sex genie, and I can grant any wish you want as long as you can relate it to sex."

"OK, let's say I believe you. I get, what, three wishes and you'll use them to fuck me over?"

"Pfft. What good's a genie who can only grant three wishes? Lame as fuck, that's what that is. Nope, a sex genie can grant as many wishes as her Mistress desires, we're just limited by topic. Gotta be about sex somehow."

"And the bit about fucking me over? You've been a pretty big pain in the ass for us for a long time now, Claire." Emma was still hissing through her teeth in pain.

"And for that I can only deeply apologise, Mistress. If only I had known the true joys of submission and subservience and having a Mistress whose every wish I must fulfill and whose every whim I must obey, I would have done this long ago." Claire bowed in remorse, as well as she could given that she didn't even have hips, anyway. "And no, sex genies don't fuck you over. My role is to help you fuck and be fucked. The result of any wish you make will be exactly what you want. Maybe even more if it would be better for you that way!"

Emma continued to breathe heavily. "OK, let's say I believe you. So, for one, can I make a wish right now, just to see if you're telling the truth, for two, why is everything else moving so slow, and for three, where's your lower body and your nipples?" It hadn't escaped her notice that Claire's breasts, which she was pretty sure were bigger than they used to be, were smooth orbs with no nipples or areolae in sight.

"Let me take those in another order, Mistress. My lower body and my nipples are absent to represent my subservience. I can't have erogenous zones, or move away from my lamp, without your explicit permission. It's part of the joys of submitting so wholly to another's whims, that despite being made to fulfill sexual desires I can't even experience sexual pleasure without another's permission. And I also can't move my lamp, nor can anyone else except you, Mistress. I'm stuck here unless you decide otherwise. As for why everything is moving so slowly, it's so that we can have this initial chat without being interrupted. The lamp is temporarily speeding up time for us, but it doesn't last forever. And as for whether you can make a wish right now, outside of a very limited few, no. Think of this as the getting-to-know-you orientation." Claire paused. "The magic also keeps you calm, well, somewhat. No use having an orientation if you're freaking out the whole time."

"OK, OK," Emma said, taking more deep breaths. "So what sorts of wishes can you grant right now?"

"That's not something I can say, Mistress. Not that I don't want to tell you!" Claire added. "Just that the lamp won't let me." She paused. "It did say that there's only two you can make before this ends."

"Only two..." Emma muttered. She was no stranger to internet porn, written and visual; both she and Edward were bi, and they'd both gotten off to all sorts of things. She chuckled a bit ruefully; if Claire weren't such a massive cunt, she would have loved to have a threesome with her. She supposed she could now, though, if Claire was telling the truth about all of this and she wasn't just hallucinating it. The pain in her butt indicated she probably wasn't.

"Well, okay, how about privacy? I wish nobody can notice the two of us chatting unless I want them to, in fact, make yourself, and anything I do with or to you, completely unnoticeable unless I allow other people to know you're there, and also let me revoke this permission whenever. Since I anticipate having a lot of sex and dirty talk with you that should be sexual enough."

Claire nodded, though there was a slight hesitation in it. "That's one of them," she confirmed.

Emma thought she very much wanted to add a "but" at the end of that sentence, so she racked her brain trying to figure out what other wish might be so important that she could make it right then.

"What's the purpose of the lamp, like, is it just to get me laid?"

"It just wants you to have lots of sex, Mistress, so pretty much," Claire confirmed. "It showed me a lot of stuff while I was in there and learning how wonderful it is to simply obey, but I didn't understand most of it except that I'm to serve whoever rubs my lamp and grant their every sexual wish. I think there was something in there about how it wants to gather 'sexual energy'?" Claire shrugged. "Honestly, it just sounded to me like something a hack writer would put in a story to give some sort of flimsy justification for the existence of a plot device like a 'sex genie' in the first place, so I tuned it out after that. Not that I'm complaining, mind you; after all, even just knowing I have a Mistress as a sex genie has already made me feel more fulfilled than anything else in my life!"

"This 'sexual energy' wouldn't happen to be linked to how much sex I have, or how powerful the wishes you can grant are, would it?"

"Probably the first?" Claire shrugged her shoulders again, then cocked her head as if hearing something. "Definitely the first. The second?" She cocked her head again. "It says, 'Of course not, you dumb slutty bimbo-whore. Weren't you paying attention at all? What good is a fucking sex genie if she can't grant wishes to get her Mistress fucked until her Mistress gets fucked?' Mmm, 'dumb slutty bimbo-whore'. I like that. You can call me that if you want, Mistress. Or anything else! Ooh, instead of Claire Stansfield, you could call me Cumdump Shitpile, that's sexy enough that you could just wish to change my legal name and I can even keep the monogram Daddy had made for me!"

"Your dad made you a monogram?"

"Daddy's got connections. It was why I knew you'd never actually be able to make anything stick when I used your pool. God, I was so rude before... make it up by punishing me? Please?"

Emma shrugged. "So, this 'sexual energy'," she said, "does the amount of it change depending on anything or is it just 'get fucked, get energy'? Also, why couldn't I just fuck you to get sexual energy so that you can grant wishes?"

"Oh, it definitely changes," Claire said after pausing a moment to listen to whatever was feeding her information. "If it's kinkier, more sexual energy. If it's in public, more sexual energy. If you get someone into bed with you without leaning on a wish, more sexual energy. And as for fucking me, I mean, sure, but... 'Because I want that all to myself, you vapid twat. I'm not about to give it up to fuel whatever horny wishes your Mistress comes up with.'"

Emma decided she wasn't going to complain about the second part, as ridiculous and contrived as it sounded. "I could just wish someone into bed? That sounds like it's got some serious questions about consent and all that. Also, nothing about taking virginity or anything like that? Normally if I read a story like this I'd expect some jackass dude wishing himself a huge dick and a virginity detector and then going about tearing through hymens like they're going out of style. Never mind that most of them don't even get what a hymen is in the first place."

"Sex encompasses more than just consensual sex, Mistress," Claire pointed out. "It's up to you whether you actually want to use your wishes that way, I'll happily support you no matter what, but yes, you can just wish to have sex with people, whether or not you **** them to consent. If you have a free-use fantasy, you can live it out. As for virginity, that's overrated. Honestly, the obsession so many guys have with 'sloppy seconds' or 'damaged goods' or whatever such other nonsense. I read one story where a woman proposed to a dude after having fucked every guy in town and he rejected her because her pussy was too well-used, and I wanted to smack the author through the screen because that actually means that she tried every cock in town and decided she liked yours best!" Claire took a breath. "Especially if it's their first time. Why would you want to fumble through sex with someone else who doesn't know what the hell they're doing? Much better to hook up with someone who's experienced and can show you exactly how best to pleasure a partner."

Emma nodded. "Well, if I'm going to be having sex in public, when I'm feeling ready for that, anyway... I wish anyone who isn't mature enough, whether that's physical, mental, chronological, whatever, to be participating in or seeing that sort of thing, they won't be able to. Definitely nobody under eighteen, that's the one line I know I'm not crossing. Well, that and no nonsapient species, at least human-level sapience."

"And that's the second wish, Mistress," Claire said, nodding in satisfaction. "And we're almost out of time."

Emma's eyes lit up as a thought came to her. "Wait, those wishes, do they have to be about sex, or just related to sex?"

"Mmm. I did say both of those, didn't I, Mistress?" Claire cocked her head again. "Related to. Definitely related to. Just give the tiniest bit of plausible justification for why or how it's linked to sex, and I can grant it."

"And other than that, there's really no limits on what I can wish for?"

Claire nodded. "Other than the confines of your second wish," she confirmed. "Those were going to be **** on you anyway, but if you hadn't wished for it... holy fuck, trust me, you don't wanna know."

Seeing the stark terror cross Claire's face, a look she hadn't even imagined was possible for the police officer's daughter to have, Emma decided that she did in fact very much not want to know.

"All right then, let's end this, but as soon as we do, I want you to grant this wish..."