Wish for her to be your personal magic

"I wish for you to be my ****!" You say smiling.

"Wh..what?" She says puzzled.

"You are going to be my personal ****, you'll do whatever i say and i'll do anything to you!" You say enthusiastically, your degenerate heart speaking to you.

She sighs and rolls her eyes, "well i suppose there are no rules against that.."

She snaps your fingers only for you to be whisked away back into your bed, the genie now in regular clothing (white shirt and skinny trousers) standing next to you.

".Fuck. Yes." You exclaim excited for your new personal bride.

"What do you wish for master?" She says, withe grin on her face, smiling to please you.

You giggle with excitement, "ok first grapes!"

She snaps her fingers, and a bountiful basket of red grapes appears before you.

You munch on them, "anything else master?" She asks.