The House Warming

You arrive back at the mansion and walk to the front door with Amelia, still unsure how you are going to explain your home's newest resident to your partner.

You step inside and find Allegra has now arrived and is waiting dutifully for you.

The erotic butler costume she has clearly had to improvise sees her dressed as a maid from the waist down, but wearing no more than a white lacy bra and a matching detachable collar - a cute touch - above her midriff. It is an undeniably sexy look, even if your horny feelings towards your new member of staff are tinged with guilt that you have accidentally sent the poor girl down such a degrading career path.

"Good evening, Master Rory"

It does feel pretty amazing being called Master by a hot chick. Maybe you should make Amelia refer to you that way as well? She sounded quite happy to do so.

"And who is our guest?"

"I'm not actually a guest, I'm Rory's property" your beautiful new acquaintance informs the butler.

"Oh?"

Allegra gives you a curious look. How do you explain this situation in a way that doesn't make you seem like a monster?

"It's complicated. I prefer not to think of Amelia as my property but, due to a misunderstanding at the off licence, she views herself that way. As such, she will be living with us until further notice."

"I see" Allegra nods politely, keeping whatever her views on that explanation are diplomatically to herself "While I have your attention, can I check my attire meets with your approval? I couldn't source a specific erotic female butler uniform anywhere, so I've had to throw something together myself. I'm hoping it's the kind of thing you had in mind?"

"It's great. You look...."

Don't say hot. Don't say sexy. Don't reach out and give her tits a squeeze like you've been dying to ever since you began this conversation.

"It looks very professional."

"I'm glad you think so, Master."

Your new butler always sounds like she slightly disapproves of you, though weirdly you find that a bit of a turn on.

"I must confess, I was expecting to feel rather exposed in something this revealing, but having seen what the other women here are - or perhaps I should say aren't - wearing I almost feel overdressed."

"Ah yes, Freya and Lily don't like wearing clothes. You'll get used to it."

"And Mistress Susannah?"

Allegra smirks just slightly and raises an eyebrow at you. What did she mean by that?

You soon find out as you walk through to the lounge area and discover that your girlfriend is also butt naked. She is now acting as if Freya and Lily are her life-long best buddies. You can't leave that girl unsupervised for five minutes these days.

"Rory! Your friends are amazing! I'm obsessed with them already. And they've said they're going to live here permanently!"

Shit. They aren't really your friends. They're two random girls you accidentally stripped naked and then deliberately fucked. It doesn't look like you will be able to let them get back to whatever their real lives are supposed to be any time soon, then. Keeping the woman you love happy to save your relationship with her is currently your overriding priority, and she's had so many mind altering wishes placed on her already that you don't dare use any others to facilitate that. So Freya and Lily will have to stay, for now at least.

"This is so exciting, Rory. You know as well as I do how stale our sex life got over the years, now we can really spice it up. We can have threesomes, foursomes..." she catches sight of Amelia, who seems to be following you around like a well trained puppy "Or maybe even fivesomes. Who's your hot new friend?"

She isn't your friend either. She's the sexy girl from the off licence who you accidentally turned into your fully obedient free gift. You really do need to fix that as soon as you get the chance.

"This is Amelia. We met at the liquor store. She's going to be living with us."

"I was actually given away as a promotional prize" the girl in question adds helpfully "So I won't so much be a resident as Rory's personal possession."

"Are you shitting me?" Susannah asks with wide eyed amazement.

"No, it's true" you admit.

"So, like, what does being a promotional prize mean?" your partner asks the new girl "What would you do for Rory now he owns you?"

"Anything he wants"

"Would you suck him off?" Lily giggles.

"Of course! I want to be the best prize possible, and that's probably the least I'd expect to be asked of me, if I'm honest. It wasn't explicitly stated in the promotional material that I was to be used primarily as a sex toy, but it was pretty obvious that was why I was being given away. Ninety per cent of the stores customers are men."

"So would you do a sexy strip tease for us?" Freya wants to know.

"Yes, but only if Rory tells me to."

"Oh God, make her strip Rory!" Susannah begs as she strokes your arm.

"No, we aren't going down that route" you tell your partner firmly, before turning back to Amelia "Why don't you go upstairs, choose a room and settle in."

"Of course. If you need me for anything at all I'll be waiting there for you."

"Honestly, you can be such a party pooper sometimes Rory" Susannah sighs as Amelia walks away from the line of fire "But at least you brought plenty of booze."

As the four of you drink together, you actually start to relax and even enjoy yourself. Susannah is sitting on your lap. You can't remember the last time she did that fully clothed, let alone completely nude. She also frequently shows you spontaneous physical gestures of affection - a kiss on the lips here, a nuzzle of the neck there. It really does feel like you have your girlfriend back.

Inevitably, as the evening moves on, the conversation morphs into a drinking game, one which is loosely based on spin the bottle. You make out with Freya. You drink. You make out with Lily. You drink. You watch your girlfriend making out with both Freya and Lily as you pour yourself a drink. You receive a blow job from Susannah as you enjoy yet another drink.

After a while, everything starts to become a bit of a blur.

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You wake up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a dry mouth. You wish you would just feel better already!

Your ring makes a pinging noise and you instantly find yourself to be clear headed and healthy again. That was well worth spending a wish on. You look down at the counter.

959.

That's odd, you were sure you had more wishes left than that.

Fuck! You must have used some last night when you were pissed out of your head! You don't remember what the count was exactly after you got back from the off licence, but you reckon somewhere between ten and fifteen wishes are currently unaccounted for, and you don't have a clue what you did with them.

This could be bad.