You will meet me at my home after school.

Before leaving, Jess turned to her teacher and said, "Yes, Master".

She didn't want to do it, and it wasn't a wish, but she knew that it would be better to meet him somewhere private to limit how much he could humiliate and expose her.

Jess went straight to the girl's toilets to clean herself up; she looked at herself in the mirror and noticed she'd been walking around with her masters cum in her hair; grimacing, she tried her best to clean it out with what she had to hand. Next, Jess locked herself in a toilet stall to remove the uncomfortable panties and try to clean up her dripping wet pussy before it soaked into her trousers any further.

Jess found that although she could pull her trousers and g-string down to clean herself, she couldn't remove them. The wish that Mr King had made meant she was stuck wearing the uncomfortable underwear for the moment, and as she pulled her trousers and g-string back on, she couldn't stop herself from smoothing the tops of the g-string on the top of her hips as much as she tried to hide them in the waistband of her jeans. The slutty knickers cut into her privates, painfully reminding her with every step how she looked.

Jess thankfully found the rest of her school day uneventful. At the last bell she realised that she didn't know where Mr King lived, so she reluctantly went to his classroom where she knocked and entered, he smiled as she came in without being invited again. He told her that it was good to see her, but she needed to be trained to show more respect. Jess didn't like the sound of that.

Jess asked for his address, but Mr King insisted that he drive them both home, she didn't want to be seen getting into a car with her old former teacher, but he was insistent.

As they drove, Mr King took a hand and placed it on Jess's knee; she recoiled at his old wrinkly hand's touch but having nowhere to go, she just sat there. He then squeezed her knee and worked his way up her thigh as he drove, feeling the young woman's toned thigh muscles started to give him ideas again.

As they pulled into the drive of his small house Mr King had an idea, he looked at the house and told Jess, "I wish my house was paid off, I wish it was a mansion, and I wish it was the house of my dreams".

Jess shuddered at the sudden onslaught of three the wishes; she felt instantly turned on as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her body.

"Please, Master," Jess said, "You have to be careful with how you wish for things; you could have just asked for all of that in one wish instead of three; I don't want to feel this way".

"I know," he said with an evil grin on his face.

Jess was in a huff as Mr King invited her into his new mansion. It was resplendent with gold, marble and oak; tall fences around the massive front garden with a long driveway gave them privacy.

As Jess entered the mansion, Mr King asked her about where she lived. He told her he'd always thought of her as an ordinary girl and didn't even think genies existed. He went on to tell her how he'd love to see her lamp.

Jess stopped and frowned as she looked at him, "You know I don't have a lamp, right? I live in that big ass fancy house. The one you've been to and tutored me at dozens of times", she said, her words dripping with sarcasm and disdain.

Mr King looked disappointed and embarrassed; he'd spent all day thinking about Jess living in her tiny little lamp, trapped until he released her. He was really keen to see the girl trapped, **** and at his whim. Now he found that his fantasy wasn't meant to be.

Thinking to himself for a moment, he stopped and looked again at the patronising girl smirking at him. She looked at him like he was a piece of dirt on her squeaky clean shoe. He reminded himself once again that he had a magical genie at his disposal; he could have whatever he wanted.

Mr King said to Jess, "Well, from now on, I wish you did live in a lamp, one that I keep on my bedside table, so you're always with me."

Jess's face dropped from the self-assured smirk from embarrassing her tormentor as she felt another lick of pleasure adding to the ones from the car that hadn't completely subsided; she tried to compose herself as she asked worriedly.

"What do you mean you wish I lived in a lamp!" Jess exclaimed as she followed Mr King to his bedroom. She found him handing her a brass lamp, like the ones she'd seen in films about genies.

"There you are, your new home," he said.

Jess looked at him, both worried and confused.

"I don't know what you want, but it's just an ordinary lamp. I'm a real woman and live in a big expensive house, not some tatty old fucking tin lamp." Jess mocked, her voice tinged with concern.

Again Mr King looked at the stubborn cheerleader and then at the lamp and said. "I wished this lamp was your home; I wish you would come out when the lamp was rubbed, and I wish you would go back in when I wanted".

The onslaught of wishes wasn't the only thing to strike Jessica. The wish itself scared her.

What did he mean live in a lamp? She was a real girl, a young woman; she didn't live in a lamp she had a wealthy family with a big house and a bedroom filled with anything she wanted, what was Mr King trying to do to her?

Mr King looked at Jess shudder with pleasure and started to notice the smell of her sex but also saw the look of terror coming over her face.

Jess started to cry at the thought of losing her home, her family and her identity, at being enslaved and used as a sex toy for his gratification.

She wanted to run from him to go home to safety, but he quickly told her to be quiet and get in the lamp.

Jess tried to protest, but by the time he had spoken the command, she was found herself in a cloud of smoke one second and a second later inside a large metal lamp.

Jess felt the earth move, she felt like she was falling. Losing her footing Jess tumbled to the floor and bounced around the lamp as it clattered to the floor.

Feeling the lamp being picked up Jess steadied herself on the wall of the large round metal room. Trapped, not seeing any way out, Jess started screaming at the top of her lungs and banging on the walls of the lamp for all she was worth Jess desperately tried to get Mr King to let her out. Jess stomped her foot trying to get his attention causing the lamp to vibrate loudly making Jess grab her head from the painful sound that caused.

Mr King lifted the lid off of the lamp, hearing it ring like it was gently being tapped, he heard Miss Edwards squeaking when he removed the lid but had no idea what she was yelling.

Towering over Jess as the ceiling of her room was removed, Mr King gave the lamp a bit of a shake to dislodge her and he slid her around the inside of the lamp like he was swirling an iced cube in a drink.

"I wish the inside of this lamp had your former home's bedroom in it and that you had all that you needed to survive in there," Mr King said.

With a puff of smoke the lamp was filled with all of her things from her bedroom, her bed, dresser, wardrobe, all somehow fixed to the inside of the lamp, he was excited to see how his little genie liked her lamp.

He rubbed the lamp and in another puff of smoke Jess returned to full size next to him, she tried to beat on his chest as tears streamed down her face but he held her wrists, then wrapped her in a bear hug as she struggled to escape.

Jess shouted at him sobbing, telling him never to do that again, she screamed "I'm a real girl, not a genie and you can't keep me in a lamp like that".

Mr King felt her tears soaking his shirt; he continued to hold onto her tightly, her fear turning him on as his hands began roaming down to her ass; grabbing her buttocks, she pulled her face away from him.

Jess tried telling him to stop through her tears, but her master just held her more tightly.

"But you are my magical genie. You will do exactly what I say when I say it. Your only purpose from now on is to please me; I am your master. And yes, from now on, you will be living in that little lamp instead of your big fancy house. You will service me when I tell you to, and you will do doing all of this because I'm your what..." he asked her.

"My Master," Jess said, she choked out the words, meaning to say captor but no matter how hard she tried she could only call him master.

Mr King smiled, turned on even more at being called her master, he looked at the young shaking women in his arms, the house they were in and thought of everything he'd made her do so far, and he then wondered what he should do next with his teenage genie ****.