Parent-Teacher Affairs II

“Miss Littlewood?”

Simon watched as his sister’s eyebrow raised skeptically at her brother and girlfriend. As Jessica nodded and spoke to her best friend, the genie’s Master was left jaw agape at his sister’s new genie-inspired fashion trend. Tight leather pants to show off her legs, curves, and ass would make their father have a heart attack at her sight. He nearly slumped over his genie as he turned red at the matching jacket and a stylish teal halter top that made his sister look ready for nights at the club.

Jessica played with the redhead, trying to make her as attractive as possible in the blonde’s eyes. Both messing with her subject and her Master in the process. At least, Sam was just as self-conscious as she quickly ran back to grab her clothes. She only kept the pants on, switching the rest of her clothes back to her previous athletic look. Finally, Simon worked up the nerve to open his mouth and nodded in agreement with his girlfriend,

“Y-Yeah! I-I promised Jess we’d check on her….”

Sam smiled and nodded at her brother, seemingly recovered from the night before, “All right, well, be careful. Tell her I said hi.”

The redhead quickly pecked her friend and brother on the cheek and then smiled deviously one last time, “Don’t be too hard on Jessie, though, ‘Master.’”

The photographer’s eyes almost popped out of his head,

“W-Wha….”

Simon could only remain a giant nervous lug as his sister snorted and began to cackle as Jessica squeezed herself into his torso and yelled out in protest,

“Mean Sammy! So Mean!”

A quick thud into his chest let him know his girlfriend pressed her face against his shirt and let out a notable groan. The auburn-haired dork could only sigh at his sister’s teasing as she walked away. He enjoyed watching as Jessica was allowed to freely speak in front of her. However, it came with a cost as Sam now mocked both of them with it. But, of course, she was sober for that part. So they could - at the very least - trust her.

Trust her to use that against them whenever she wanted.

His face began to cool off as Jessica’s muffled voice spoke,

“Is she gone?”

“Yup.”

The blonde quickly pulled herself from her Master’s shirt and grabbed his hand to faster drag him to his car. Not that he would complain about being dragged around by her. Even with her face painted in an annoyed pout, Jessica was adorable as always. That even included when she was serious, as they once again sat in his new car and watched the trophy body of her Stepmother walk silently and sit in her car. The cheerleader continued to stare as the woman who helped raise her kept her face blankly ahead and waited with her hands on the wheel as she remained in her magic-induced trance. Simon looked at the woman again with a frown of his own.

Stephanie Edwards was the trophy wife of trophy wives. Her body was her asset as much as her caretaking of an infant genie. He could see the influence that Jessica thought of and talked about. Fashionable clothes, dyed blonde hair, sculpted and shapely ass, legs, waist, and breasts that money could buy, sparing no expense. The irony to the auburn-haired teenager was evident as the night they witnessed her wedding to the genie’s father.

The woman who referred to her stepdaughter as a wind-up doll went to great lengths to make herself the personal doll of Theodore Edwards.

“Does she have to come with us? Why didn’t you just let her go, Master?”

His beloved blonde was conflicted and confused at this point. The future prom queen’s eyes displayed discomfort as much as her voice as they looked at one another briefly while she curled up in her seat.

His frown remained as he rubbed his face and started the engine as it roared to life.

“Because I’m not done with her yet. We’re not done with her yet.”

As his mind allowed the sentiment of his emotions and words to be shared with the genie. As a result, the blonde bombshell nodded solemnly.

“It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with this. If you want me to handle it, I will.”

She was quiet and soft but quick to respond, “No.”

Jessica’s emerald eyes looked up at him, and the shock on her face at denying her Master was just as surprising to her. She leaned back and then looked back at her Stepmother’s car thru her window,

“I get why we’re doing this to her, but she still raised me…it’s hard for me…she’s family….”

The cheerleader placed her chin on her knees and looked down somberly as a familiar line echoed from her mouth,

“Family should be close…and it hurts…being lied to for so long…used…but I won’t let her do it anymore.”

The admission of her pain made Simon lean over and plant a kiss softly on her face. She turned to face him and slowly kissed him on the lips. He would say it would be okay again, but he knew it would be okay when she felt better about what she was doing.

“I’ll let you handle her, then?”

“Yeah. Thank you…Master….”

She began to smile again as she motioned him to get going on their drive to her favorite teacher’s house. The white car followed behind their vehicle closely. As he began to drive out of the parking lot, Simon felt the need to say one thing,

“If you need me, though, don’t hesitate to call me. I don’t want a repeat of cheer practice. Understand?”

“Don’t worry, Master. I’ll come to you immediately if there’s trouble.”

He quickly glanced over again. The doubt still remained even after the end of the way things were the day before,

“I mean it, Jess. The minute there’s trouble, you come straight to me.”

His blonde girlfriend smiled and waved her hands dismissively,

“I will, I will! I just drive already.”

As Simon struggled to park his car in front of the white townhouse and condos, his genie was quick to unbuckle from her seat. She had become more anxious the closer they came to the house and with every occasional glance in the rearview mirrors to the white luxury car that trailed behind them.

Her Stepmother robotically followed them as her Master had commanded. On the one hand, her childhood friend’s control over more of everyone and everything around her was as arousing for the **** as ever. However, the inner conflict felt the same as her photographer's emotions the night before from his sister. The cheerleader loved the woman, even if they weren’t blood-related. Unfortunately, the constant reminders that Stephanie had been lying, manipulating her while raising her, enabled her in the wrong ways felt like a betrayal. That raised questions about who the woman really was.

Even with the trophy wife entranced and following her boyfriend’s orders, Jessica’s mind screamed how much trouble she would be if her stepmother had ever snapped out of it. She was an all-powerful genie and still terrified of being punished by her parents. The years of scolding and dismissive language being used when she failed or made a mistake as an only child that couldn’t escape or deflect pushed against her brain.

In her anxiety, the genie suddenly blurted out the words going through her head,

“Punish me….”

Simon’s voice suddenly snapped in surprise, “Punish you? Why?”

The blonde girl felt hot as she yipped in surprise and was caught off guard by her Master’s question. The cheerleader bashfully bit her lip and looked at the dashboard, and glanced back up as she took a deep breath,

“I’ve always been terrified of being punished by my family. She may be in a trance, but what if she snaps out of it and punishes me? I don’t know what I’d….”

Her hands ran through her golden locks and pressed against the back of her neck and collar bone. She struggled to come to terms with what was ahead,

“Jess, look at me.”

Simon’s commanding tone immediately caught her attention as he pressed their foreheads together and stroked the back of her head with his right hand, “If you’re worried about your parents punishing you, then don’t. Because if you allow your own fear to get in the way, I’ll punish you myself.”

Her emerald orbs snapped open at him in disbelief. Her Master would never harm her, but as she noticed the innocent intent behind those resolute eyes, her heart fluttered,

“The one person who can’t get in the way of you right now isn’t Stephanie. It’s yourself. And I won’t let you give in, got it?”

“Master will…punish me….”

Simon’s face began to tint pink as he turned away and scrunched his face trying to keep his own composure,

“If-If I have to, then yes,” he stuttered.

A smile formed on her face. The awkward dork was still moving forward, even as he struggled.

She wasn’t alone. The genie quickly gave her childhood friend a kiss on the lips and smiled, “Yes, Master. Thank you.”

“I mean it, Jess. We promised.”

Now reinvigorated by his motivation, the genie playfully saluted and smiled, “Of course, Master! I wouldn’t dare disobey your orders! A good genie obeys her Master, remember? I told you so!”

Simon grew flustered and squinted his face as he adjusted himself and unbuckled his own seat, “I’ll let you knock on the door, then.”

“Yes, sir!”

The cheerleader hopped, bounced out of the car, and let the door slide down from above as Simon took her hand. She giggled at his need to constantly open and close the door for her, an adorable show of manners. Then her Master’s hand routinely took her by the ass, and they walked together up to the black front door and white façade of the condominium.

Both teenagers glanced back at the sound of another car door opening and closing and watched as Stephanie remained standing at attention, frozen in front of her car waiting for them. The sight made her stepdaughter narrow her eyes and glare at the woman in disappointment.

The words and actions of both good and evil still conflict with her in her mind. Jessica sighed again and looked up to the dorkish boy, who firmly gripped onto her with a solemn gaze. A moment later, she shook it off and pressed the doorbell in front of them, which responded with a friendly chime.

A moment later, the door opened from the other side, and the genie’s emerald eyes grew wider as her heart fluttered at the sight of her favorite teacher standing at the door with a smile on her face,

“Jessica? Simon? Hi!”

Miss Littlewood looked at her students with happy surprise as she opened the door and revealed her simple outfit of a grey university sweater and black yoga pants, her usually well-kept hair tied in a messy bun, “Come in, come in!”

The teacher warmly and happily ushered her two favorite students into the doorway of her home and closed the door behind them. Jessica was almost equal to her laid-back teacher in height as Simon towered over both awkwardly. The woman in her twenties clasped her hands together and looked at both students. Her bright blue eyes, as sunny as her demeanor,

“Hi, Kimmi-ERrrr,” the blonde caught herself as Simon shook his head nervously and allowed his girlfriend to correct herself.

“…Miss Littlewood! Master and I wanted to come to check on you after what happened yesterday….”

Kimberly Littlewood’s face became confused, and her eyes widened at the insinuation, “O-Oh…yes, well….”

The English teacher quickly smiled and waved a hand as she tried to dismiss the concern of her students. The strawberry blonde-haired woman shook her head and anxiously rubbed the back of her neck,

“I’m feeling much better. It’s all been such a blur. I hope you two weren’t affected too badly by the gas leak as I was. It’s funny you’re here after what happened; I could’ve sworn I talked to you both before I left yesterday! And-…”

Jessica and Simon watched as the teacher began to blush profusely and try to shake something off mentally that caused an aroused hitch of breath.

“A-Anyway, it’s nothing! Thank you for checking on me, but I’m fine. Really! Was there anything else?”

The cheerleader smiled and shook her head as the sight of her teacher’s warm giggle made her cheeks turn pink. Her mind flashed back to the woman the day before: stripping, touching, kissing her in front of her Master. Simon’s voice snapped the genie from that memory,

“Hey, Miss Littlewood? This is a bit sudden, but can we borrow your bedroom? Jessica and I were with her Stepmom, but she started feeling ill. So we need to bring her inside somewhere to lie down.”

The woman nodded, not questioning anything, and making no objection from one of her favorite students, “Oh, yes! Of course! Gosh, I hope she’s able to get there on her own. Do you need me to get you anything else, Simon?”

Innocently, the young man shook his head as the blonde watched him turn around, “No. I’m good. Just take Jessica into your living room and show her around.”

“Master….”

Jessica mentally scolded her boyfriend to remind him that his manners still needed to be consistent. Suddenly, the genie’s eyes widened as she felt her teacher grab her hand without hesitation and remained with a bright smile, “Of course! Here, Jessica, let’s go over here.”

It didn’t even phase Kimberly Littlewood that Jessica’s awkward boyfriend bossed her around in her own home. The cheerleader was confused by it until she watched her favorite teacher’s ass sway in those tight yoga pants. Jessica bit her lip and realized that her Master’s previous wishes meant that the woman holding her hand could not refuse any order or request from him. Including any request from the blonde if she asked.

She could feel her face grow warmer with each step as her casually dressed teacher had their fingers entwined and approached the simple light blue and white checker-patterned couch. The tight mini-skirt on the cheerleader rode up her thighs as she bashfully closed her legs.

The teenager turned as the front door opened and closed again, and she was greeted by the sight of her entranced Stepmother with her Master following behind closely, cold hazel eyes at full **** at the back of her head. Jessica felt herself shiver from the internal frost. Her breath hitched as her pussy quivered with excitement. Yet, unknowingly, her emerald eyes were begging toward him and his growing sense of control. Simon’s emotions were hardened out of protection and possessiveness, and she could feel his current disdain for Stephanie as she could for Tiffany.

Unworthy. Unearned. Unyielding.

Jessica felt as she internally salivated at every one of the intense emotions she could absorb from her close childhood companion. She was now so much closer to him than anyone could ever be through their link. The moment genie had stopped resisting the flood, it sated an addiction that had grown unlike any other. She watched her Stepmother’s dark brown top slip further off her shoulder until a golden yellow bra strap was fully exposed. Stephanie’s blonde hair bounced as she entered her teacher’s bedroom without a word. Simon shut the door and walked over to the couch between the teacher and the genie before he immediately collapsed on the sofa and slumped his head onto his girlfriend’s shoulder. A diffusive sigh followed by the relaxation of his shoulder muscles,

“I need a hug.”

His exasperated tone caught the most popular girl in high school off guard. Simon didn’t care if his face slumped into her cleavage at that moment. Whether it be in front of her favorite teacher or anyone. The twenty-something teacher watched her two students on her couch as Jessica smiled brightly and energetically did, as she did so often in their short lives. Quickly, she delivered on his request,

“Simon hug!”

Her hands ruffled and massaged her Master’s scalp as he let out a loud, content sigh in enjoyment and relief. The cheerleader’s legs wrapped themselves around the dorkish teen’s torso and repositioned herself in his lap. Jessica turned her emerald eyes back to her teacher and smiled with a giggle,

“Master’s always had me hug him to relieve his stress since we were little. I never usually showed it in school, but we’re actually really close.”

“I can see that, Jessica,” the teacher said with a surprised chuckle and raised brow, “You two are certainly…closer than what I’ve seen or been told….”

The genie felt and heard her Master’s mouth speak against her cleavage as he remained glued firmly in her breasts and wrapped his arms around her waist. Playfully, now turning red in front of the adult in the room, her hand slapped the top of her boyfriend’s head and scolded,

“Master. You must speak so that people can hear you and understand you! That’s not very nice.”

The boyish features and hazel eyes of her Master’s face popped upward as he jutted his lips off to the side in disappointment,

“Neither is letting me enjoy my genie’s breasts. So soothing.”

The mental scolding caused her face to feel hotter as she began to stutter and try to pull the conversation back,

“M-Master means well. He just sometimes gets a little overwhelmed in new situations, Miss Littlewood!”

The strawberry blonde teacher only laughed and waved off her student’s stress as her cheeks remained pink, “Jessica, relax, it’s fine! Simon has had a class with me before. I’m well aware of his quirks.”

The golden blonde hair on the cheerleader’s hair bounced with the rest of her as she let out a loud squeak as Simon’s fingers suddenly pinched her over her pussy lips. Her eyes darted downward as her Master openly touched his genie without the slightest worry or care. The dorkish boy’s lips were stealthy and slowly kissing their way up her chest and up the left side of her neck away from her teacher. Her eyes fluttered as a moan escaped.

“Master, please…she’s watching….”

“You like being watched,” his mind reminded bluntly.

“Ah! Hah….”

The flustered girl shook her head vehemently as she felt her nerves fraying. Her teacher let out a warm giggle as she smiled at them, but her eyes darted away as two teenagers made out on her couch. The sudden return of embarrassment made the cheerleader press herself against her Master’s shoulders and attempt to press off. With a quick squeal, her eyes widened, and Jessica found herself bent backward and falling off her Master’s lap, her clothes thrown upward, exposing her midriff. Her skirt rode up and displayed her panties, the bottom of her bra was revealed as her abdomen, and naval were left **** to her teacher and boyfriend.

Of course, with her exposed underwear in plain sight, Simon took the opportunity to pet and stroke her, his sensory issues sated with the feeling of the fabric and her pussy combined. The cheerleader’s legs extended upward and became stuck up in the air as her head slumped against Miss Littlewood’s carpeted floor. The genie whined in her exposed and upside-down position as the awkward teen smiled and spoke to their teacher,

“Don’t worry, Miss Littlewood. Jess and I play together like this all the time.”

Kimberly let out a laugh, “Well, alright, then!”

Jessica struggled and squirmed as her Master held her in place and made another request, “Do you have somewhere I can work on something, Miss Littlewood? Jess needs to check on her Stepmom, which kind of interrupted a project we’re working on….”

The strawberry blonde woman nodded and picked herself off the couch as Jessica realized that her Master was giving her privacy with the trophy blonde in the bedroom. However, as her blood rushed to her head on the floor, the genie made one request of her own.

“M-Miss Littlewood, do you think you can take your pants off? Master would be more relaxed if you didn’t wear them around the house….”

Simon immediately became red as a tomato and internally called out her name in his head,

“Jess! What the hell….”

“Oh, of course, Jessica!”

Without hesitation, Miss Littlewood dropped the yoga pants to her ankles to reveal a set of pastel pink panties that were just as cute as the sundresses the woman wore in her classroom. The young teacher even let her ass give a cute wiggle as she smiled in reassurance.

Simon gulped as the woman took him by the hand and began to waddle her way to another part of her condo,

“It won’t be much, but it should be a quiet place for you to study. You have your headphones, though, just in case, right?”

“Y-Yeah,” the genie’s Master stammered as his eyes looked back at her.

Jessica bit her lip and looked away as he sent some not-so-nice thoughts in her direction for her mischievous antics. Kimberly did have a good body, fit, young, but as the blonde turned her gaze to the bedroom door, it wasn’t the only feminine form awaiting her.

Slowly, the cheerleader stood up and collected her thoughts and resolve. Finally, the high school senior opened the door and turned to face it when closing it shut from behind. The lock turned on with a click and left the genie alone with the woman she had idolized.

The frozen statue that her entranced Stepmother had become remains still and at attention in front of Miss Littlewood’s bed. As Jessica’s emerald eyes noticed the pastel, soft colors and pillows around her teacher’s room. The sunny room matched her teacher’s personality: personal trinkets and belongings were arranged around the room and dressers. A comforting sight when Stephanie provided so much discomfort.

The genie’s resolve shook but remained firm. She had to do this, Jessica reminded herself. After the way the woman talked about her, her Stepmother’s statements couldn’t go unanswered.

But first, the younger blonde wanted to show who was boss,

“W-Why don’t you get comfortable. Strip out of that outfit!”

Stephanie began to move as the cheerleader felt her anger cause her to bark another command so that she wouldn’t forget,

“And Simon Says do everything I tell you! Got it?”

“…Yes, Jessica….”

Stephanie’s tanned body was now on display to her stepdaughter as she reached down and pulled the brown top off her torso and over her head. The woman tossed it aside and then unsnapped her white pants and wigged them loose of the tight fit around her ass. Jessica’s eyes widened at the stylish, high-end, golden yellow lingerie set that the older woman wore. The designer’s name was written along the bottom of the bra and the top of the elastic band of her high hip thong panty that clung to her curved frame.

The 37-year-old’s body remained a testament to regimented routines and the best that her father’s money could buy for his trophy bride.

The teenage genie had to admit that the woman had always been pretty. Still, as her face flushed, she didn’t realize how hot her Stepmother really was, especially in that golden yellow bra and thong that accentuated every detail. Jessica struggled to find the right words as she held her arms in front of her chest. What was there to talk about? The last questions she asked Stephanie couldn’t remember, and the cheerleader nearly broke her brain.

The blonde swallowed down her anxiety again as she nodded, “G-Good. Now…um….”

How did Simon do it? The genie thought to herself as she remembered the repetition,

“Okay! Steph! I want you to believe everything I tell you!”

“…Yes, Jessica….”

The cheerleader blushed as she fidgeted with her fingers and felt her arousal spike. This was so wrong, yet there was nothing to stop her! Her Stepmother would believe anything she said to her, and Master was giving her responsibility for it. Jessica found her starting point as she thought of her boyfriend in the other room.

“Steph, what do you think about Master being my boyfriend?”

The now half-naked woman stood as her mouth opened, voice still distant, robotic, “Sweet…adorable…but concerning….”

“Why concerning?”

Stephanie’s grey eyes looked off distantly, frozen,

“…Simon close…too close…might disrupt plans for you…become obstacle….”

Jessica grimaced at the woman as she looked at the woman, “Don’t I get a say?”

“…of course not…you don’t know any better…needed to be taught….”

Don’t know any better, she said. The genie frowned at the insinuation. Left with the feeling like a puppet on strings, the wind-up doll with the key in her back. She clutched at her skirt,

“And you do?”

“…yes…I believe so….”

The cheerleader grew annoyed and snapped back at her entranced Stepmother without thinking, “Well, in that case, Master knows better than you!”

“…Simon…knows better…than me…yes, Jessica….”

Jessica’s eyes widened as she heard Stephanie’s distant and monotoned voice respond by repeating her own words. She would be freaking out if not for the words uttered.

Simon knew better than her. Master knew better. The blonde girl bit her lip and quickly darted her eyes away with a blush. Now what? She thought as her hands clenched tighter onto the pastel-colored skirt.

“Steph,” her mouth ran dry as she gulped and felt her face begin to sweat from the anxiety, “I, um, I…I….”

The genie gulped her nerves down again before reassuring herself as she voiced her truth once more after a hard gulp, “I belong to Master. I’m going to be with Master. No matter what you or Daddy think. I’m going to be with him. And there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m not going to be what you and Daddy want me to be.”

Her attractive Stepmother echoed and repeated the same statements, frozen in her underwear as she stared straight ahead, head seemingly empty of thoughts. Jessica wanted to go further, though. She wanted to see how the woman would react to the truth. The fact she was no longer theirs, only Simon’s. Only his.

Her emerald eyes grew resolved and glared at the entranced woman who simply stared with her mouth agape in her underwear, at her mercy,

“I’m only going to do what Master says from now on…no one else!”

“So…so show me how you would think of that, tell me what you really think without hiding anything, unfiltered. I want to see how that makes you feel! Act on it! Don’t hold anything back! Do it!”

Stephanie blinked slowly as her body relaxed from its more rigid posture, her eyes still empty and entranced. Her Stepmother, clad in her golden yellow lingerie, stepped forward, her face changing to that of a monotoned, blank scowl.

Smack!

It stung. Hard. Jessica felt her body spin as she stumbled against the frame and comforter of her teacher’s bed. Stephanie’s voice remained in a droning state as she spat,

“You stupid spoiled little cunt….”

The half-naked woman walked over a gripped the top of her still-processing stepdaughter’s head,

“Wh-What?”

The blonde couldn’t react as the drone continued by emotionlessly clutching her golden locks into her hand. Jessica muffled a yelp as the woman gripped down tightly and pulled her up and onto the bed. Stephanie reacted just as she was ordered, still entranced, but quickly moved to flip the teenager onto her lap as she dropped on the bed.

“Your father knew you needed more discipline…but I always held back…you’re gullible…so easy to…control…if rewarded….”

The woman smacked the cheerleader on the ass…hard, “If you want to be a child….”

Jessica gasped as her Stepmother’s hand ripped down her skirt and underwear and began to spank her bare ass violently. Her smooth, toned skin that her Master lovingly stroked and possessively held now turned red under the punishment of the half-naked trophy wife.

Smack.

“…then I’ll treat you like one…ungrateful brat….”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“S-Steph! Ah!”

Jessica felt her body spasm under the **** as she struggled under the situation she had once again got herself into. The monotoned voice of Stephanie continued as the woman stared blankly ahead, not even acknowledging her existence. Her lips still turned downward as she continued to raise and swiftly spank her stepdaughter without remorse.

The head cheerleader struggled as her cries turned into moans, her eyes pleading to the woman that raised her,

“M-Mom! M-Mom…s-st….”

Stephanie’s strength increased, and she smacked hard enough to make Jessica gasp out in pain. The woman’s voice droned on,

“How many times do I have to tell you? Stop calling me that. I am not your mother…why would anyone….”

The cheerleader’s emerald eyes snapped at the nonchalant and relaxed statement from her mouth. Her head turned to face the robotic face of the woman who raised her as she continued to speak,

“It was so annoying when you were little…you have no idea how much your face upset Theodore…interrupting parties…our fun…crying…needy…a stranger’s eyes always looking at me…always in the way…..”

Smack.

The genie felt her heart stop as the entranced rambling and ranting continued. Her ass began to feel numb under the stinging ****. Stephanie was unable to tire while locked in her trance, but the unfiltered remark, unable to control herself as she continued to **** her stepdaughter. Jessica couldn’t process the words being said to her, but as with the **** on her ass, they continued,

“Your mother left him with you…How could anyone leave him…Betray my husband like that. After all, he does for us. Treats you like a Princess your whole life. Now you want to do that to your own father. You’re disloyal. Just like her…she must’ve been… abandon him…make all of us care for you. You should be grateful Teddy loves you, puts a roof over your head, gives you everything…spoils you…his little pet…of course, they couldn’t compete with you…how could anyone….”

Jessica squirmed and tried to escape her Stepmother’s lap again as a hand yanked her blonde hair again and pulled her neck back. Stephanie pulled the skirt and panties completely from her stepdaughter’s body and quickly reached down with her other hand. The genie squeaked as she felt her manicured nails drag themselves over the wet entrance to her pussy.

“All those years…I put into raising you…loving you…now knowing…you don’t love me back…such a waste, now…Jessica…should’ve sent you far away…ungrateful little brat….”

Was that really all true? The genie wondered as the woman’s words stung along with her spanks.

“S-Steph….”

“You’re such an embarrassment…” the woman continued her smacks, making her stepdaughter moan as she began to feel the liquid trickle down off her,

“Seen your name online…enjoyed our selfies…but everyone else showing you…little whore…sleeping around…have to keep from…angering Theodore…with your antics….”

Stephanie had continuously monitored her social media, phone, and texts, but Jessica had known that. The woman had her own social media presence, so why would she scold her for that? The blonde struggled as the **** on her ass continued.

“W-What? Ah! AHHHHH!”

“Have to track you…your boyfriends…your friends…now Simon back…of course, he’d come back.”

The cheerleader’s eyes shot upward at the mention of her Master’s name. The way Stephanie’s entranced droll seemed to now focus on the auburn-haired boy,

“You couldn’t resist him…innocent boy…smart boy…knows better than me…does he know how big a slut…you’ve become…how stupid…how naughty…how spoiled….”

Jessica felt her eyes roll back into her head as Stephanie’s scolded but entranced words became ever harsher. Her spanks began to slow as the blonde girl felt ready to wet herself from the pain, unable to see but feel the raw red handprint now against her right ass cheek. The stinging sensation was soon replaced by a pleasurable numbness.

“I should’ve known better…you can’t keep away from him…too attached…too obsessed. Such a **** child…of course, you would hide that from us…lying to me…can’t escape that adorable….”

Finally, Jessica found the one word she failed to utter.

“S-Stop!” the blonde suddenly squeaked out.

The spanks and words from the woman began to slow down, like a robot that began to shut down. The woman’s breasts that had shaken from each thrust came to a halt under the golden yellow lace, arms at her sides as Stephanie’s droning tone began to trail off,

“All that time…you were finally my happy little Jessie doll…so close….”

‘D-Doll?’

The teenager froze at the utterance from her Stepmother’s mouth as she felt the hand finally stop spanking her, her Stepmother freezing still as she sat on the bed, staring off ahead. Her command to the woman to stop speaking finally compels the entranced blonde to stop. The genie wiped the stray tear from her eye as she felt her heart twist and sat up to straddle her Stepmother’s legs. Her face contorted in anger as Jessica became upset at her sight.

The eighteen-year-old traced her finger down to her pussy. Then, unfortunately, quickly finding the leak that had sprung from the **** on her ass. Her eyes clenched shut, and she shook her head erratically until the words finally popped out of her.

“Me? A Doll? Really? That’s all I am? Have you looked in a fucking mirror!” the upset teenager spat out as her voice became hoarse.

“You’re the doll here! Staring off like that…unable to move or dress yourself…all that work done. You’re nothing but a living doll that takes care of me for Daddy!”

The woman mouthed along to her stepdaughter’s words as Jessica continued to spat back at the **** hurled at her in her now upset state. Stephanie in her golden yellow lace underwear, fake breasts bouncing as the cheerleader’s body bounced above her and spat in her face, saliva against her unmoving eyes and cheeks,

“All my life! All my life, I idolized you, adored you, and wanted to please you so you could accept me! I thought I finally had that with you! I just wanted to be a good daughter, but we couldn’t have that! Because! Because….”

The epiphany struck her as the tears welled up in her stinging emerald orbs, her voice growing soft again,

“Because you aren’t my Mom…you didn’t want to be my Mom…I get it….”

The genie rubbed her arm over her face and bit her lip as she shook her head, “Mom left Daddy and me, you’re right….”

Once again, the blonde’s face became somber, and she looked away and down at herself. Her fingers traced over the sensitive flesh of her pussy. Once again, she reached down to the soaked evidence from the **** and pain being unleashed on her.

“I do love you, Steph…that’s why this hurts so much for me….”

Jessica sighed and sniffed loudly as she prevented herself from crying again, “I wish I could tell you the truth, but you would use me if you knew. I know you would. I can see that now.”

The woman continued to drone on to herself and repeat the robotic words as the teenager struggled to stand up from the bed and look away. Finally, her mouth spoke openly as she talked to herself in front of the entranced trophy wife. Her entire lower half remained naked as the cheerleader adjusted her hair from her eyes.

“It would be so much easier if you did what was best for me and let me be with Master. Master is so much more important than even Daddy. You have no idea. No one does…I need to be with Master! It should be obvious….”

An arm reached up, and the genie held her left shoulder as she now mumbled, “Fine, I’m childish. I’m spoiled. It didn’t change the fact I was lonely…sheltered....”

The young cheerleader lifted her head and groaned out, “It would be so much easier if you just did what Master says like I do! You should adore him at this point since I’ve known him for so long. Didn’t you used to give him hugs when….”

“Easier to do what Simon says…I should adore him for knowing you so long….”

Jessica’s eyes widened as she heard her Stepmother’s voice robotically repeat the last thing she told her,

“Oh, crud….”

“Can I get anything else for you, Simon?”

The young man flinched over his tablet and turned to the English teacher behind him. The strawberry blonde woman seemingly unaware with her pink panties so close to his face. He darted his eyes away from her innocently as he thought that his girlfriend had made the woman take her pants off for him in the first place.

While he had seen her naked and in her sexualized form only a day ago, Simon still struggled with his newfound ability to make everyone look as he desired. He still didn’t know where the idea came from.

Jessica said he was more comfortable when girls didn’t wear pants around him. Was she teasing him for what he did on the couch or because she actually knew he’d be aroused by it? Was it a pattern she noticed about him? A genie trying to please her Master or a girlfriend teasing her boyfriend? He had no idea.

“N-No! I’m good….”

“Well, all right then,” Kimberley acknowledged with a warm smile as she moved for the door.

She was always a pleasant teacher around him, even when he could sense her own discomfort when he struggled to talk about the subjects of his papers after class. Of course, the natural struggle between people could cause discomfort among the others. It didn’t change that she was a younger and more attractive teacher instead of many of her colleagues. She wasn’t Jessica, of course. Maybe that came from being a genie instead of a human. However, like his camera, the images of the teacher in his mind saw her in a different light.

“M-Miss Littlewood?”

The woman sighed and dropped her shoulders slightly as she waved a hand with a soft smile, “Simon, please, we’re outside of school, and you’re all done with your classes. Call me, Kim.”

“Okay…um, Kim,” he struggled, still finding the use of his teacher’s first name and seeing her outside of a classroom as odd.

Even though using her home as a possible base away from the prying eyes of his parents, sister, and Jessica’s family was necessary, it still felt weird. And he had questions.

Lots of questions. The first is regarding the wish the teenager made upon tackling her in the classroom,

“So, um, do you know you have to do everything I tell you?”

“Of course!” the teacher chirped.

Huh. So the teacher was completely aware of the wish when pulled away from Jessica after all. At least the knowledge of having to do what he told her. The photography buff scratched the back of his head and raised an eyebrow,

“Does that…uh…bother you at all?”

The strawberry blonde looked in thought for a moment as she shook her head with a smile and shrugged, “Not really! I just know and feel like I have to. Doesn’t really matter.”

He raised an eyebrow and became curious as he placed his tablet down as his work continued, “So just a fact of life?”

The woman laughed and nodded with a smile,

“Pretty much!”

Wow, Simon admitted internally. It really was a retcon. Being under his control and losing her free will didn’t seem to bother his cute teacher in the slightest. Interesting. He decided to try another logic exercise,

“What do you think of students having sex with teachers?”

Miss Littlewood frowned in disapproval, “I think it’s immoral and wrong in any circumstance.”

He faced her and remained blunt,

“Say you would love it if the students in your house would have sex with you.”

The woman smiled again, “I would love it if the students in my house would have sex with me!”

His hazel eyes widened in awe. It didn’t even phase her! The clean and pleasant strawberry blonde simply pleasantly stated her desire to fuck without so much as blinking out of character! It didn’t even bother her that her soft pink panties were the only thing keeping her clothed beneath her stomach as she said it.

Holy shit, this was so much power, dangerous power, the awkward teenager thought to himself. Simon took another deep breath and felt his chest tighten. Jessica couldn’t fall into anyone else’s hands but his own. Especially demonic people from another realm. That only made the work he was doing all the more critical. He nodded and moved on,

“Okay, thanks, Kimberly. Now can you check on Jess for me? I heard yelling, and I’m kind of worried about her.”

The teacher nodded as she smiled, but the boy stopped again, “Miss Littlewood?”

“Hm?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

The teacher shook her head, her eyes darting to the corner of the room, “No. Not right now. I’m in between partners, to be honest.”

She emphasized the word ‘partners,’ Simon realized, “So like, girlfriend or boyfriend?”

The woman quickly nodded and blushed slightly, “I’d rather keep that to yourself. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about me as their teacher. Sometimes I struggle with my image.”

Simon nodded to himself as he watched the teacher turn around and show her ass in her pink panties again,

“You’re really cute, though, Kim….”

The teacher suddenly blushed and laughed nervously, “Th-Thank you, but that’s not….”

“But I’m with the prettiest girl in the world, though, so I can’t date you….”

The teacher giggled at the blank innocence in his tactless response, “Well, why don’t I go check on her for you, then, big guy?”

“Crud, crud, crud!” the genie panicked as she paced back and forth in front of her entranced Stepmother.

Jessica pouted and whined as she glanced at her Stepmother’s handprint still tattooed on her butt cheek. She hissed after attempting to poke the raw skin as it healed, quickly throwing the hood of her sweater over her head,

“What am I gonna do? Fuck!”

The cheerleader couldn’t even remember every word she mistakenly babbled at Stephanie, her nipples noticeably hardened under the golden yellow embroidered bra that held back her chest. The spazzing teenager rapidly stomped her left foot as her hands tugged at the tussles of her hood, shrinking face inside of it as she weakly commanded,

“St-Steph, repeat back what I told you again….”

The woman’s eyes snapped wide open, and she robotically repeated the statements that her stepdaughter fed into her open and entranced mind,

“You belong to Simon…you’re going to be with Simon…there’s nothing your father and I could do about it…you aren’t going to be what Theodore or I want you to be….”

So far, so good, the teenager thought.

Then the woman’s face softened as she raised her chest up slightly,

“I am a doll…nothing but a living doll that takes care of you for your father….”

Jessica felt her face grow hot and quickly let out an anxious squeak as she realized her angry spat had also been engrained into her Stepmother’s head. She took a deep breath and recomposed herself. It was bad but fixable. All she had to do was tell her that….

“I am not your mother. I didn’t want to be your mother. You love me. I must do what’s best for you. What’s best for you is to be with Simon. You belong to Simon…I belong to Simon…you need to be with Simon…it would be easier if I just did what he says as you do…I adore him….”

“Okay! Stop,” the blonde quickly silenced as her head began to hurt, as the arousal was hard to ignore.

Jessica took a deep breath and quickly shrunk back into her sweatshirt as she realized the extent to which her lashing out had imprinted into her Stepmother’s brain so quickly. She rubbed her head frantically as her Master would and groaned loudly out of frustration.

“I really fucked up….”

The genie sighed and pulled her head out from her hood, shaking her blonde locks free and looking down at herself, embarrassed at her bare bottom and legs. Her ass still stung too much to sit on, so she was stuck either standing or sitting on her knees. Then came a knock on the door, to which the teenager quickly removed her sweater and wrapped it around herself as a makeshift skirt,

“J-Just a second!”

A voice inside her head scolded her for being modest. Master would at least act adorable about it, but everyone had seen her naked pussy. It became futile a moment later as it dropped around her legs, having not been tied tightly enough when the cheerleader opened the door. Quickly, her hands dropped to cover the front of herself at the sight of her teacher. Then realizing only after Miss Littlewood was also sans pants with the rest of the women in the house. Jessica felt her cheeks flush as she darted her eyes to hers and her teacher’s socks.

“U-Um….”

“Is everything all right, Jessica?” the teacher asked, looking curiously at her Stepmother still stuck upright on her fluffy bed.

The cheerleader felt panic as the English teacher pointed her finger at the older woman and laughed to release stress, “Simon wanted me to check on you. I-Is your Stepmother all right?”

“Y-Yeah! I mean-No! I mean….”

The once-composed and flawless delivery of the bubbly blonde now eluded her in the present situation. On the one hand, her Stepmother was entranced on her teacher’s bed and had to do everything she said; on the other, her teacher was at a loss but still had to do everything she asked. Jessica wanted to yank her hair out. She hated making decisions in stressful situations! But, that was Master’s job. She was just a genie!

“U-Uh…um….”

“Jessica, what’s wrong?”

The genie bit down on her lip and felt hot at the sight of her pants-less teacher sounding so soft and concerned for her. So genuine worry and concern, just like Sam, just like her Master, from her favorite teacher radiating warmth when she made it her life’s mission to have sex with her only a day ago. No longer transformed or influenced by Kevin, Kimberly Littlewood stepped forward and attempted to reassure her with a pleasant smile.

“It’ll be a bit chilly for you if you leave yourself exposed like that,” the strawberry blonde pointed to the hands covering the young woman’s exposed pussy.

The cheerleader squeaked and turned away pink in the face, “N-No. I’m o-okay…really…I….”

“Jessica,” the teacher suddenly gasped, “Your…has your stepmother been hitting you?”

The palm print on her ass. The genie suddenly felt a knot in her throat as she spun around and quickly shook her head, “N-No! N-No, no, no, I mean…I….”

As she attempted to cover the mark left on her ass, Miss Littlewood sternly walked over and pulled the girl’s hands away to reveal the still red spot on her ass, “I-It wasn’t Stephanie, I-I just….”

“Jessica,” the woman suddenly turned pink as she worriedly and anxiously as she fiddled with her fingers and bit down on one as she hesitantly asked her student,

“Have you…been having Simon spank you?”

A lightbulb suddenly clicked in her head. The feeling of her Master’s disciplined hands on her, enforcing his will, making her submit to him, the imagery formed an aroused sense of delight that popped into a smile across Jessica’s face,

“Yesssss…..”

Her emerald eyes shot wide open, and she quickly slapped her hands over her traitorous tongue as she suddenly paled at her now flustered and shocked English Lit teacher. Her embarrassment shot through the roof as she realized the implication,

“I-I mean! I mean, No! NO! MY MASTER WOULDN’T LAY A FINGER ON ME! I-I just…I…I…I um….”

The head cheerleader felt like shrieking as she ran out of vocabulary and panicked as she instinctively reached for her choker and held it with her finger. She had to think of something, something, SOMETHING.

Her eyes suddenly shot over at the confused teacher again, “It’s okay, Jessica, you can trust me….”

A warm hand gently reached out as her teacher’s light blue eyes shook slightly into her own, “I can help.”

Help? Wait, maybe that was it! Jessica’s anxious mind suddenly snapped in realization as she felt the words on the tip of her tongue that she remembered. Quickly to get out of this situation, she forgot the exact wording her Master used and just went for it.

“It’s okay if it’s sensitive, Jessica. You’re a good girl; maybe we can talk about….”

“MISS LITTLEWOOD? CAN KIMMY COME OUT AND PLAY?”

The genie’s emerald eyes watched as her favorite teacher dropped her head and collapsed onto her knees in front of her. Then she began to smell the familiar mist of sex and pheromones, her ears hearing as her teacher suddenly cooed and shivered with a soft moan.

“Jessica….”

The blonde froze in place as her teacher’s voice became higher pitched in its arousal, quivering in excitement with its softness and the utter happy sense of joy at being able to utter her name. When her teacher’s blue eyes looked up again, the pleasant and concern were gone, and only pleasure and adoration mixed with confusion existed.

“Why do I feel so…Jessica…your pussy,” a sultry look took over Miss Littlewood’s face as she pulled her lower lip down with a finger and groaned.

“Your pussy is so cute like that...like candy….”

The cheerleader squeaked as her body went fully rigid again as she watched her teacher begin to crawl across the floor of her occupied bedroom and reveal the wet and moistening fabric of her pink panties. Her legs dragged on the carpet as the dampened fabric only spread, the confusion on Kimmy’s face spread into a smile,

“So sweet…I want a taste…why-why am I…horny…so horny…you’re such a pretty, pretty girl….”

“Kimmy….”

“Kimmy?” the aroused Miss Littlewood repeated until a seductive giggle escaped her lips with a knowing smile,

“I’m Kimmy…so...can I call you Jessie?”

Jessica felt a pleasurable shiver run down her spine at the sound of her horny teacher as she had her nose sniff in front of her hand-covered pussy. Her blue eyes fogged over with pleasure and desire for her student in a way that was incapable of escaping. Soft fingers and nails stroked gently to pry away the teenager’s fingers as Kimmy couldn’t resist her desperation at seeing the cheerleader’s young pink flesh. The genie could only squeak and felt her skin ready to melt as her hands were pried outward, and the twenty-something woman smiled.

“Ah…there we are….”

The blonde’s breath hitched as she flinched under the delicate touch of a single index finger against her opening. Her emerald eyes fogged over but snapped wide as the genie jumped and shook her head. This wasn’t right! Miss Littlewood shouldn’t do that! It was wrong, it was her teacher, it wasn’t her pussy, it was her Master’s pussy!

Jessica’s brain suddenly slammed the brakes as she slowly removed the hands away from covering herself again and looked at herself in the nearby mirror.

It wasn’t Miss Littlewood’s pussy, and while Stephanie had left a handprint upon her ass, Jessica’s ass wasn’t her Stepmother’s ass either…

It was Simon’s.

Her body was Simon’s property. She was Simon’s. They couldn’t just take what was his; that was wrong. Taking Simon’s property was wrong, and she didn’t want to be taken by anyone else.

Jessica bit her lip and glanced at her lingerie-clad Stepmother and horny teacher. Her thoughts in her brain and the tingling sensation in her pussy only grew stronger. Her cheeks became so warm she could feel herself sweat as her teeth bit down on her lip again.

“K-Kimmy…please…d-don’t touch me without permission….”

Her fingers began to stroke in front of herself as another hand reached up for one of her breasts, “I-I’m…I’m Master’s…I…this body…belongs to Master…I belong to Master…please don’t touch unless told….”

The strawberry blonde’s head looked as if it was ready to pop off at the sound of her student’s sudden pleading, the wish’s power commanding her, compelling her, overriding any remaining shred of free will, and forcing her to obey.

“Of…O-Oh…Oh…of course, J-Jessica!”

The woman’s hand stuffed itself into the front of her panties as the genie watched her teacher continue to finger herself to relieve the overwhelming pleasure and sate her aroused state, “I-I’m sorry…I forget…y-you’re Simon’s…ah!”

Fuck.

Jessica bit down on her lip harder as she tried to fight through another person debased into sexual heat from her powers. The genie was unsure how best to handle her situation. The cheerleader’s aroused gaze shifted between the woman on the bed and the woman on the carpet. She pouted at thinking how much easier things would be if Simon would stop his work and focus on taking care of her. But, Jessica believed then; unfortunately, he was too focused on his work to help her. By that logic, he left her alone to deal with Stephanie.

As the blonde teenage genie looked at her entranced Stepmother again, her pout grew into an aroused frown.

“Stephanie! Stand up!”

In her golden yellow bra and thong, the blonde robot on the bed stood up. Her breasts bounced suddenly and rigidly as she did so. Jessica squinted her eyes shut as she refused to look and continued to scream internally at herself at what her brain was about to do. If she couldn’t deal with this situation on her own, how could she help Simon or even properly punish Tiffany? What was the point if she could not prove herself to properly do what was in her Master’s best interest?

Why would he let her get into this situation by herself with her Stepmother and teacher?

Because they were hers.

The thought clicked into her head as she remembered what she told the smiling awkward teen with the boyish face and hungry hazel eyes.

Kimmy Littlewood was HER favorite teacher, Stephanie was HER Stepmother, and Tiffany was HER friend. Simon didn’t want them as he wanted her because Jessica was HIS, which meant everything was HIS. And yet, he still allowed her to have those people, do what she wanted or handle those people as if she were no different than before. However, things were very different now, very much so. That single truth was her compass and always pointed true north toward Simon. When she thought about him, anything became possible to her. As she continued to excite herself with this thought process, she hesitantly thought to him to check back,

“Master?”

“What is it, Jess?”

As if on cue, he was still happy to hear her. The feeling and focus of his voice on her. It bounced around inside her head, making the bubbly girl bounce on her toes. She knew how busy he was. There was no reason to interrupt his work. He was doing it for her. The aroused genie smiled happily as a horny giggle broke through her previous nervousness, and she quickly relayed a message of encouragement and thanks,

“You’re the Best, Master!”