The Chaos Before the Storm

The three of you made your way back to the car. The air was heavy with thoughts of the new plan. Everyone was somber. Well, almost everyone. Maisie looked like she was about to rip your pants down in the middle of the parking lot. As you get to the car, Maisie practically drags you to the back seat.

She starts signing in a high pitch voice, “Master, I request your presence in the back seat with meeeee”.

As tempted as you are, you decide to sit up front.

“Not yet Mais, I’ve got to figure this thing out. But don’t worry. There will be plenty of time for play later.”

She huffs and flops down into the backseat. She tries her best to look dejected, but her eyes give away her anticipation.

As you settle in, Ellie starts the car and pulls out of the lot.

“Where to?” She asks.

“Home. I’ve gotta think.”

The drive was unremarkable. As you pull up to the drive, you thank Ellie and start to get out.

“Hey, Brad?” Maisie calls sheepishly from the back seat.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You call back.

“Can I stay here with you? I promise I’ll be quiet so you can think”

Ellie snorts and laughs. You grin as well knowing just how difficult of a task that would be for Maisie.

Before you can answer, Maisie jumps back in, “Shut uuuppp Ellie! Brad, I got it. Turn me back into a card until you’re ready for company!”

Before she could change her mind, you say “Maisie, turn into card form”.

Just like before she shrinks down and, in an instant, she is a trading card. Instead of a sexy pose, however, she is shown with a confused look on her face in the clothes she was wearing. For you, that was even better.

Ellie just looks at you dumbfounded.

“That’s the fastest I’ve ever seen you use the curse”, she says with slight concern.

You chuckle, “She’s been begging me to use it all day. This was a win-win because she got what she wanted, and I’ve got a few hours to myself to process everything.”

Ellie’s posture relaxes, “That…actually makes sense. Well, call me when we’re ready to do this.”

Before you can answer, she takes off, almost as if she was afraid you would use the curse on her. Still holding Maisie in your hands, you walk in the front door and set her down on the coffee table.

The next few hours were a blur. You had 3 pages worth of notes written down when it hit you. This is all evidence against you if it goes wrong. Immediately you toss the notebook in the trash can and throw a lit match in after it. As it turns out, the movies lie. The fire catches and burns quickly. Too quickly. Suddenly the trash can has melted and the flames are as tall as you. You grab the still burning heap of plastic and run outside, feeling the heat rise up your arm. You throw it on the driveway and grab the hose. By the time you turn the hose on, the fire has burned itself out, leaving you with the acrid smell of burnt plastic and smoke.

You sit on the front step thinking about how absurd your whole situation is. Not just the unexpected need for a new trash can, but everything. How on earth are you supposed to “care” for 4 women? What does that even mean? More to the point, what’s the end goal? Go the Aladdin route and make your final wish their freedom? Keep Maisie around only? Keep them all? What the hell? You’re already thinking about them like objects in this sense. What if this is all an elaborate prank? Sure, the magic was real enough, but what if whoever placed this “curse” was just waiting for you to do some fucked up shit so they had an excuse to smite you? What horrible consequence could happen to you if they were willing to do this to them?

You realize you need a break. You go inside and turn on your PC. Of course, the new WoW expansion dropped not too long ago and you hadn’t had time to jump in. Five hours later you glance at the clock and realize you need sleep. You pass out as your head hits the pillow.

The next morning you wake up to a text from Ellie.

“So, how long did you keep Maisie waiting?”

Maisie waiting, what is she talking abo…Oh shit!

You fling the covers off and run to the living room, almost faceplanting on the table as you reach for the card.

“Maisie, revert back to normal”

The card grows in your hand and suddenly Maisie is standing in front of you.

“Mais, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you that way for so long. I completely forgot…”

“Woah, slow down there, cowboy. What are you talking about? How long have I been out?”

“13…maybe 14”

“Minutes?” She cuts you off laughing.

You reply quietly, “hours…”

“Woah, it felt like 2 seconds. Speaking of, a little warning next time!”

“Yeah. Sorry again. You want some breakfast?”

“I feel like I just ate half an hour ago, remember? Actually, I know how you can make it up to me! I’ll be back”

She giggles and runs off to the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on and Maisie humming to herself. You grab some food while you wait. You look out the window and see the melted pile of failure from last night and laugh.

Maisie comes out into the living room. You don’t notice at first until she crosses your peripheral vision. She’s stark naked.

You try to speak but she interrupts, “Stop thinking, take your clothes off. It’s my turn.”

You consider objecting but decide it wouldn’t be the worst thing to let go for a bit, so you do as she says. As soon as the last of your clothes hit the floor, she springs into action. In an instant, her lips are on yours. She pulls you deep into a kiss and her hands start working their way down your body. They gently find their way to your hardening member and wrap around. As they do, she starts kissing your chin, neck, chest and stomach, clearly working her way down. Her lips brush the tip of your dick and she jumps. She looks confused, then smiles as she remembers the previous days’ command. She wraps her lips around the tip and shudders. Without warning, she plunges all the way down, taking you deep in her throat. She moans hard as she does, which vibrates on you which causes you to twitch which in turn causes her to jump and moan louder. The cycle continues as she experiments with taking you deep, bobbing up and down and focusing the tip. Finally, you can’t hold it anymore and explode down her throat without warning. Rather than pull away, she plunges down and starts shaking uncontrollably and crumples to the ground in a happy heap. You take in the sight.

As she lies there panting, she manages to squeak out, “Best. Command. Ever.”

Your phone goes off, snapping you both out of the sex crazed stupor. You help Maisie to her feet and she giggles right back to the shower. You open your phone to a message for Melanie and all the doubt floods right back in.

“Tonight’s the night. Meet at my place at 4 to go over everything.”