Trophy Wife, Trophy Life

If it felt good to do something for others for a human, what would be the same effect for a genie for their Master? For Jessica Edwards, it was an easy answer: Euphoric.

If it were to grant a wish, her reward would be the pleasure endured for her binding, but doing something she believed was helpful for Simon was sweeter than sugar. So the blonde cheerleader decided to defy her own embarrassment and latched onto the exact two simple words that drove her to override her own shame.

For Simon.

FOR MASTER.

The spoiled rich girl demeanor, the Queen of Eastlake once again emerged, only to smile and act as if to openly taunt her still-entranced Stepmother as she stood at attention. She strutted herself back and forth in front of the doll-like woman who stood and the panting, drooling, heavily aroused English teacher on her knees, drenched in a fresh coat of hot sweat. She couldn’t keep being scared for him. She needed to be helpful. A good genie obeyed her Master and everything she had needed to be at his disposal.

Jessica placed a hand on her naked hip as she swayed back and forth, purposefully imitating her Stepmother’s mannerisms as she had done before her Mother’s revelation. A bubbly giggle and smile escaped as the cheerleader hopped, spun, and clapped her hands together before she faced Stephanie again,

“Repeat it!”

Her Stepmother’s frozen and monotone voice now sounded more aroused, sensual, as her dull, empty grey eyes widened,

“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….”

A shiver ran down the blonde bombshell’s entire spine as the trophy wife voiced everything kept inside her head. She wasn’t finished,

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

Jessica felt her vision blur at the utterance of the D-word again. The blonde could think back to her toys and youth, a childhood memory where she held up a barbie to her Stepmother and noticed the similarities aloud. A smirk appeared on her face at the thought of that now.

An adorable moment of her past that quickly was poured out by the following utterance,

“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.”

Jessica crossed her arms as her Stepmother repeated the mistaken inputs again as she anxiously waited for her latest commands. If Stephanie didn’t want to be her mother-figure, fine, but artificial blonde couldn’t get away. The cheerleader wouldn’t let her.

If being her maid was the ticket to getting in bed with her family, then Jessica wasn’t going to let Stephanie live it down. Ironically, the entranced woman before the genie taught her how to respond to people who wronged them. Jessica Edwards was doing what Stephanie Edwards would have done to her if given the same opportunity.

The best way for the Queen of Eastlake High to resolve a situation like this was to double down on it! If she were aware, Stephanie would share a glass of wine to toast her. Instead, however, the trophy wife’s droning voice took on a new tone as she repeated what Jessica wanted to hear,

“Only you and Simon know the real me…I am your maid and servant…I’ve never stopped being your maid…I was always happiest serving as your maid…I wear my old uniform around the house to remind myself…I love dressing up and acting as your maid when I’m alone…I feel young again whenever I become a sexy, obedient maid for Jessica or Simon….”

It wasn’t a stretch to say that the cheerleader was genuinely curious to see how the woman would act or behave as her pre-marriage self. It could easily be dismissed as a mid-life crisis by other people. Stephanie had voiced stress at her stepdaughter’s sweet sixteen about stepping over thirty-five. The beauty regimen was intense and dedicated to one person and only one person.

Speaking of which, Jessica waited for Stephanie to state her most important role yet,

“I must preoccupy Theodore…I must keep him distracted from interfering in your relationship with Simon…you are more important to me than your father or anyone other than who is most important to you…I must not make your father suspicious of me or my loyalty…my loyalty is to you and Simon Harris…Simon is Jessica’s Owner…I must notify Simon and Jessica of any potential problems or interference…I keep no secrets from Simon and Jessica…I will reveal nothing about myself unless in the presence of Simon or Jessica with their permission….”

The teenager’s emerald eyes widened with aroused glee as she had to rub her legs together and ball her hands into fists in excitement. Jessica’s mind spun as she bent down in anticipation as another obstacle to her and her Master was about to be slain. The sound of her Stepmother’s droning voice made the anxious and repressed cheerleader making her fingers want to start pleasuring herself.

‘One more…that’s it….’

The grand finale, Stephanie’s voice uttering the last phrase,

“I will do whatever Simon says, or Jessica says willingly and without question…I do as they command….”

The cheerleader’s legs locked together as she bent her knees upward and hopped high into the air with her arms stretched out, “Yes!”

She was ready now. Jessica was sure that her Stepmother would cease her manipulations and become a willing asset for both the genie and, most important of all, her Simon.

There was only one thing left to do. Wind her up and watch her go,

“Master, please wish for me to release Stephanie from her trance!”

--------

That was it, the final set of scripts and the seal design. If that worked, all that would be left would be to put it together.

And then Jessica’s voice interrupted him right as he added the final detail with his tablet pen.

Simon froze up as his eyes widened in surprise. The sudden request from his longtime childhood friend turned genie girlfriend snapped his focus back to checking the designs and upload bar from his tablet to the 3D printer’s server.

The boy couldn’t help but voice his response aloud to himself,

“Jess, you want me to do what?”

“Release my Stepmom! I promise she won’t be a threat to me anymore for you!”

What did she mean by that? He now wondered.

His hand instinctively reached up to scratch his head as the awkward teenager glanced over his work again. The specifications and design were completed for Simon’s plan to bring back Jessica’s Mother as they both agreed upon. However, several things caught him off guard as the cheerleader interrupted his thought process. First was the absence of their teacher.

“Is Miss Littlewood there with you?”

Jessica sounded nervous through her mind as her thoughts trailed off,

“Oh, Kimmy? Yeah. She’s here! That phrase really works….”

His hazel eyes bulged as he nearly toppled the chair over, “You used the phrase on her!”

“I’m sorry! I panicked!”

Simon sighed as he rubbed his temples and then watched the upload finish and transfer to the printing process. The teenager sighed, pushed himself off the desk, and stood up, annoyed to be pulled from his work, but Jessica seemed earnest about freeing her Stepmother. He quickly crossed the condo and into the bedroom, past the small couch and living room. The auburn-haired teenager knocked his knuckles against the door,

“Okay, Jess. Let me in.”

The door unlocked again, and the blonde genie’s innocent gaze revealed as her face popped out, “Oh, Master! I didn’t mean to interrupt your work, I….”

The photographer shook his head and made his way past his muse. Simon pressed his larger form against the door. The cheerleader quickly demurred and allowed her Master to pass and see the state of her teacher’s bedroom. Simon’s hazel eyes bulged as he suppressed a grunt at the sight of his girlfriend’s naked legs, pussy, and ass. With the addition of her trophy stepmother in her underwear frozen like a barbie doll, their English teacher actively masturbating and wetting herself on all fours in total lust and adoration.

“Uhhh…Ummm….”

The ringbearer felt his face heat up almost instantly as his face went blank, trying to register the unmistakable smell of sex around the room. Jessica quickly ran in front of him, sensing his emotions and thought processes becoming overwhelmed. She quickly pushed him out the door and clenched to his chest so that he could breathe.

“It’s fine! It’s fine! Everything’s fine! Okay? I have it under control!” the future Prom Queen quickly stressed and reassured him, holding her hands on his shoulders, running them down his chest and arms repeatedly as a soothing motion.

His childhood companion bounced on her toes and sprung up to wrap her arms around his neck while portraying a sense of uneasy confidence,

“I figured out how to command Steph like you did, and I made sure she wouldn’t be a problem for us anymore. I gave her all sorts of commands and told her things like….”

Simon continued to listen until his eyes wandered to their reflections against the open window with the sun's light now directed from the west. The blonde bombshell’s naked ass was exposed to anyone who would walk by the building. A school bus for the middle school stopped up the block with nearby cars. The larger male quickly spun his girlfriend, her legs swung off the ground, and she squeaked as the awkward teen shut the blinds with a severe blush on his face.

His hands then grabbed her shoulders to push the girl away, her emerald orbs wide and confused as Simon forcefully spun her around to inspect the red handprint still visible upon her ass. The genie squeaked and whimpered again as his hand stroked over the blemish upon his property. Jessica squirmed and let out a soft hiss as he pressed down firmly on the reddest skin patch. Simon frowned and stared intensely at it,

“Who hurt you?”

“I-It was an accident,” the blonde responded nervously, her eyes darting to the ground as her hand reached to cover her face in renewed embarrassment,

“Really! I told Stephanie to act out after telling her I was going to be with you, and there was nothing she could do about it. I just…didn’t expect it when she started to spank me until I told her to stop….”

Simon must’ve been having a stronger reaction than he thought he was. The realization came as his stare grew in intensity, and his girlfriend shivered while closing the distance between their bodies. A soft moan escaped as Jessica grabbed onto one of his hands and began moving it down her bare stomach until his fingers felt the dampness of her pussy.

“I-It really shook me up, but I’m okay, really…I…I put up with it….”

“Shush,” he quickly hushed while his index finger stroked the front of her, “I don’t like it when you get hurt.”

Quickly the blonde demurred, her submissive streak extending as she pressed herself against him and relaxed into his hold,

“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master….”

“I’m glad you managed to stop her and get control, Jess,” he reassured with a smile as his fingers pressed further inward.

He then asked for reassurance as he spoke softly into her ear, “But are you sure about this?”

“Yeah.”

The blonde smiled and rubbed under her nose,

“I sort of thought about how you would’ve handled it. What I wanted, of course. This is like my Simon Says power, so it wasn’t too hard.”

That was an interesting phrasing, as he would have done. Did that mean Jessica learned from him, observing how he handled things? In any case, his girlfriend seemed pleased with her work. There was only one surefire way to know how it turned out.

“Call your Stepmom in here, then.”

The genie nodded as the excitement grew on her pink-tinted face, “Stephanie! Come here, please!”

The young man strove his fingers against his girlfriend’s pussy as he cautiously watched the blonde woman emerge from the nearby bedroom. The entranced Stepmother walked robotically until she stood at attention in front of the couch.

Simon closed his eyes and sighed as he took a deep breath. But, Jessica insisted, “I wish your Stepmother would awake from her trance with her commands in place.”

The cheerleader gasped and squirmed into his touch, pressing herself against his fingers to have release. The soft gasp and cry that followed with the sound of her body’s squirt onto the carpet below. Jessica bowed her head as she shivered and cooed from the aftereffects of his wish. There wasn’t much time to react, however.

Stephanie groaned as her grey eyes snapped back to life from their empty gaze, and she rubbed her head. The woman adjusted from her rigid stance. Her right foot moved around as she remained slightly disoriented as she looked at herself,

“What…where…why…my clothes….”

Jessica gulped as her Stepmother suddenly moved to cover her body and underwear with her hands, the blonde woman nearly shrieking in outrage at her appearance, “Where are my clothes!”

Outraged grey eyes snapped up at the teenager in front of the other. Simon felt the cheerleader flinch as her father’s wife locked onto her with more shock and anger. Her face turned an angrier and outraged shade of red,

“Jessica Lyra Edwards! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Where are your pants! What do you think you’re doing, young lady! When we get home, you’re going to be in so much trouble! How can you be such an airhead!”

The woman quickly snatched the girl’s wrist with her manicured and long nails, making the genie squeak loudly as her boyfriend’s fingers remained firmly locked inside her. Simon refused to budge as his hand and arm held Jessica in place against him. Stephanie turned around as she encountered the resistance to pulling her stepdaughter away with her. She switched targets, and her finger held up in her humiliated state. Simon watched as she faced his blank stare back at her,

“All right, listen you! I….”

Stephanie’s grip suddenly disappeared as her arms dropped along with her jaw. The woman’s grey eyes affixed to the young man’s face as she realized who she was speaking to. Jessica turned to look up at him and redirect his attention as her Stepmother’s voice trembled and stammered,

‘Is she….’

“S-Simon….”

His hazel eyes snapped back to the woman in golden yellow underwear that had her breasts nearly pressed against him, jaw agape as if something had hit the brakes on her brain. Stephanie repeated his name slowly again,

“Simon…Harris….”

“That’s my name, Mrs. Edwards….”

With her face made up to look ten years younger, the woman in her thirties began to change to a warm and adoring smile and gaze, and a giggle began to bubble like boiling water in a pot. Simon suddenly felt like he had been hit by a bucket of ice water as his back went rigid,

“Uh, Jess…what exactly did you tell your Stepmom to do when….”

His thoughts were disrupted suddenly as the older woman cupped her hands against his face and jutted her hips flirtatiously off to the side to get his attention,

“Simon, you’ve really grown up so much…such a cute little boy becoming so…handsome….”

Simon quickly darted his eyes toward his girlfriend. Jessica was red in the face and wide-eyed at her Stepmother as she continued to flirt and grow aroused at the young man's sight.The way her fingers and long nails touched against his face sent a jolt through his muscles. Jessica squirmed as she felt her Master’s hand gripped tightly against her from Stephanie’s adoration and attention,

“You’ve really been such a good boy all these years. Jessica has really been naughty in making you wait for so long, hasn’t she? I apologize for having her become so delinquent. She should really know better, shouldn’t she?”

“Uhhh….”

He didn’t have to wait long, as caught off guard by the woman, she quickly pulled her stepdaughter free by her shoulders. Jessica squeaked again as she was now standing in front of him. Stephanie inspected her and held her in place with both hands gripped tightly.

“I’ve really tried my best with her, but she’s always insisted on being difficult with everything that didn’t involve you, sir.”

Sir? Simon tried to process the title as Jessica found her Stepmother over her shoulder. Stephanie held her as if presenting the genie as an offering. Hazel eyes locked onto emerald ones as they shivered and trembled. The cheerleader locked in the woman’s grip.

“So many boys and friends she’s brought over,” Stephanie continued to purr as she moved her stepdaughter and bet her forward until Jessica’s ass was presented to him.

He had to keep his eyes in their sockets as the woman began to slap his genie on the ass, earning a yelp from the younger blonde. Stephanie sighed as she pulled up the girl’s neck by the end of her golden locks. What the hell was she doing?

“Honestly, sweetie…I always knew you would never get over your first…keeping him away was such a stupid thing to do…but then, you’ve always struggled with things….”

Was she scolding her? The awkward teen began to glare as his girlfriend remained confused under the attention of the trophy wife as she switched back to Simon with lust,

“Not to make this about anyone else, but it really hurt my feelings when she didn’t want to spend time with me. The amount of trouble her father and I put your parents through because of her need to constantly spend time with you, sir. I wouldn’t blame you if you held that against her, really….”

The skepticism in the teenager rose as he remained with his face frowned, “Uh-huh….”

Stephanie purred as she touched her nose to her stepdaughter’s, causing the girl to flinch, “You aren’t upset, are you, Jessica?”

Out of panicked habit, the cheerleader shook her head profusely. Simon watched as his girlfriend’s eyes widened childishly, and she quickly **** a smile on her face, failing to understand the words that the woman was asking. Jessica was confused and did not expect to be spanked again so quickly. She quickly reverted to the earnest stepdaughter in the face of Stephanie’s behavior.

Wait. Are you upset?

Simon’s eyes widened again. Of course, the young genie master suddenly realized. He had ordered Stephanie to never upset Jessica again. The last thing going through the thirty-something trophy wife’s head was to upset the blonde genie. That meant the genie’s orders were also pumping through her,

“Jess, what exactly did you tell her to do?”

The thought quickly entered his girlfriend’s head as he watched her nod and look at him nervously. Simon sighed as he nodded quickly with his eyes closed. There must’ve been contradicting thoughts about how the woman treated her stepdaughter.

“Mrs. Edwards, why are you treating her that way?”

Grey eyes looked up in their adoring gaze toward Simon’s face again at the sound of his voice, and she smiled warmly,

“Oh, don’t worry, Jessica is used to this! I’ve found she’s always responded better to this sort of thing.”

The genie squeaked like a trapped mouse as her Stepmother quickly delivered another loud smack onto the naked skin of her ass. However, Stephanie was unfazed as she roughly continued to keep his genie held in her tight grasp.

“She doesn’t want me to hold anything back from her, so I’ll never lie about who I am or how I think about her….”

The woman’s gaze suddenly drifted off along with her voice as she repeated something like a mantra, “I must not hold anything back from her….”

Jessica’s mind quickly responded with its own realization as a pout formed on her face,

“Oh fuck….”

There it was, Simon realized. The reaction was unmistakable both inside and out. The cheerleader had said something to make her stepmother act that way. So now the thirty-seven-year-old was programmed to not restrain herself against her stepdaughter.

To stop her ****, the dorkish teen decided to switch gears,

“You were worried about your clothes, Mrs. Edwards?”

His finger quickly directed Stephanie’s eyes toward her state of dress, and the golden yellow underwear clung to her body. Quickly, the woman bit her lip and blushed from embarrassment, but a clear seductive overtone compelled her to smile and display herself. She wrapped an arm underneath the enhanced mounds and pressed them higher, then against one another as she let Jessica go. The trophy wife now focused on seduction,

“Oh yes, how uncouth of me. Do you want me to take care of….”

“No. You will not,” the auburn-haired boy directed to her without hesitation.

Jessica’s eyes darted in his direction as Simon quickly winked at his girlfriend. That was for making their teacher drop her pants earlier.

“You’re the one that said I’m more comfortable this way, don’t forget.”

Jessica puffed her face as she blushed from embarrassment. The genie mentally whined and then pouted. Meanwhile, her Stepmother seemed delighted and quickly pressed herself against the young man and straddled his leg,

“Ohhh, you’ve gotten bolder, yes, Sir,” Stephanie purred as she began to run her hands over the body of her daughter’s boyfriend.

Her body shuddered, and her eyes rolled back as her lower lip bent downward to reveal her bottom teeth, “That’s why Jessica has always been yours. Only yours….”

Simon felt his face heat up as he tried to keep his emotions under control. First, he’d have to learn to stay composed. Stay composed and remember who this woman was. This was the woman that emotionally manipulated her own stepdaughter and attempted to mold Jessica through her own anxiety.

“U-Um…S-Steph….”

The sound of her stepdaughter’s voice barely broke the woman’s overt lustful gaze from Simon and made her pout.

“Now, now, young lady, I’ve taught you that it’s rude to interrupt. Besides….”

He suddenly felt Stephanie’s arms wrap around his neck. Simon’s eyes looked down as the woman smiled, eager to feel more, “Simon can do what he wants…can’t he?”

He felt as the woman’s finger drifted down into the center of his chest and shirt between his muscles as her adoring gaze remained ever-present. The impulse to shove her off him and onto the couch from the sudden close contact nearly overtook him. Instead, Simon’s eyes widened as he flinched visibly and looked at an equally wide-eyed Jessica.

The trophy wife clearly wanted him. The whiff of her pheromones pushed that possibility firmly.

However, one thing was for sure for the awkward teenager. If she was going to act this way, it wasn’t appropriate for him to refer to her as Mrs. Edwards anymore. He twitched his neck and tried to do what Jessica asked him to do in Italy. Let the other side out,

“Stephanie. Elaborate.”

His voice became cold and blunt; both blonde women shivered under the intensity of his demand. Jessica’s eyes glossed over as her face began to brighten in excitement. Her Master could feel Stephanie rub against his leg in her designer golden yellow thong as she said the words that fueled his arousal,

“Jessica is yours. She belongs to you, she’s your property, she needs to be with you, and there’s nothing I can do about it….”

Her grip tightened, and the thirty-seven-year-old drew her face close enough that he could feel her breath on his chin and neck,

“If Jessica belongs to you, I also belong to you, sir. I’m all yours now, my cute, big, strong Simon Harris….”

She pressed closer, “I’ve taught her everything she knows…we’re going to have so much fun….”

His head and neck suddenly twitched, and a hand began to run down her back. The eager whisper of the woman’s voice sent goosebumps down his arms. Jessica watched with widened eyes as her Master’s hands began to feel the back of her Stepmother’s ass and thong. Simon glanced ahead into her emerald orbs, and they locked eyes.

No.

“You’re not Jess, though.”

“Ah!”

The young genie’s Master quickly spun Stephanie around and gripped the back of her thong in his fist. His strength pulled with authority and **** the woman onto her tiptoes. As Simon glanced down at his girlfriend again Jessica was now red in the face. A finger cutely tugging at the center of her lips. Simon’s sudden change and utterance of her name caused his girlfriend’s arousal to spike at the sight of him.

Jessica smiled, aroused as her once-manipulative and idolized Stepmother was powerless against the blonde’s childhood companion. The cheerleader sent thoughts to her Master and watched as Simon **** Stephanie to tiptoe through the wedgie as she had endured the night before. The photographer spun Stephanie around as she squirmed in his hold while he looked down on her.

Stephanie Harris had always stood out from the other adults in his childhood because of the age gap. He remembered how she would be the one to check on the younger Jessica and Simon as they played together at her house. The auburn-haired boy even recalled a time when she openly walked the halls of her home without a shirt on. Her smartphone was ever present as she snapped selfies and made Jessica take photos with her. Stephanie was simply a married babysitter. Often distracted with her own things while keeping an eye on them.

The illusion revealing the memory and events at her own wedding showed the woman's other side. There was a story, a past, and a nineteen-year-old becoming a blonde trophy wife to a rich man.

“Let’s talk, then.”

“Y-Yes, sir…whatever you’d like….”

This wasn’t something he or Jessica could take lightly. If Stephanie acted differently, it would arouse suspicion unless someone had the power to do otherwise. Simon tilted his head and kept his hazel eyes locked on Stephanie as he extended his arm. Slowly, he used his outstretched hand to motion his genie closer to them. Jessica sat on the couch in front of them to better position. The moment Stephanie attempted to move, the Master’s forceful grip increased intensity. She squirmed again and remained on her toes,

“Okay, Stephanie…this is how things will work now….”

Simon pointed to his girlfriend as Jessica instinctively knelt on all fours on the couch, watching on with some trepidation,

“Who was more important to you now, your Husband or his daughter?”

“Jessica, of course,” the woman answered pleasantly and unfazed,

“But I can’t let Teddy know. He’d be so upset. After all, I’ve been rewarded for my service and care for my bubbly bunny.”

The childish pet name caused her stepdaughter to frown and whine in a muted tone, “Steph….”

“Theodore was so good to me because I took care of his princess, took the place of her Mother. I never really understood how anyone could leave him. Whoever she was….”

Simon watched as Stephanie turned her attention back to her stepdaughter as she struggled and gasped in his hold,

“At first, we all wondered why he would keep her, and I didn’t understand at first why I would be rewarded for taking care of this seemingly strange and miserable child. But the more I was around her, the more of a good luck charm you became, Jessie. You would cling to me so much, needed me. Your father finally began to notice me more and more. I wanted to be more, wished to be more, and then she finally had you, sir. All because of me….”

The trophy wife moaned and gripped her breasts as she flipped her hair back, still clutched and held onto her toes from his grip. The very thought arousing her as she proclaimed it aloud,

“Jessica is yours because of me, I made her the way she is now because of me, and now because of me, I can make sure it stays that way…I’m quite valuable, sir. I understand now. I can keep Teddy preoccupied for you. He’ll never have Jessica. I’ll give you everything, be loyal and play the role, be your informant. I’ll do whatever you want, be whatever you want me to be. Make Jessica be whatever you want her to be. Wind her up and let you play. Is that what you want, sir?”

Her grey eyes leered up as her lips wettened and moistened under the licks her tongue gave them as she remained transfixed at the teenager giving her a power wedgie with his fist, hands quick to press and rub against the cups of her bra,

“How may I be of help to Jessica for you, sir?”

His heart continued to pound harder against his chest as the young man grunted. His eyes darted to his girlfriend as she also seemed to fight the tension and directed arousal that he felt. The power of his emotions unable to be suppressed and absorbed into the cheerleader again. However, there was also shock on her face, dismay, and the genie’s dismay made her Master feel angry. When he looked displeased, Stephanie changed tactics and focused on her stepdaughter again,

“You’ve always been so good to me, sweetie. We’ve had so much fun together, haven’t we? Haven’t I always supported what you wanted? Look how much you want to play with yourself for me….”

Jessica quickly held her hands to cover her pussy while her body flushed red. The woman’s voice continued to play with her psyche,

“I always let you play with Simon whenever you wanted, remember? And when you needed someone, I was the one who gave you fashion tips and helped you with all your school activities. I knew how important that was for you, didn’t I? I always helped you stay on top of those little friends, didn’t I? When you were freaking out about how best to please them? Told you exactly what you needed to do to get Theodore’s approval when you needed help? Wasn’t I the one you turned to when Tiffany told me you wanted to be popular among your class?”

The genie’s emerald eyes widened, and she froze in place, a mixture of anxiety, arousal, anger, and memories that made Simon’s heart grow cold. Stephanie was driving his girlfriend to insanity to conflict her psyche further.

Even with Jessica’s commands, it wasn’t enough. Stephanie was twisting that key in her mind,

“You’ve always listened to me and done everything so well, Jessica. That’s why you’re so perfect, my perfect little….”

“Quiet,” Simon cut her off.

The woman went quiet with a moan as her wedgie grew more painful. The auburn-haired teenager turned to his blonde genie, her head bowed as she struggled with her Stepmother’s words. Jessica sniffled as she glared up angrily at the woman in her Master’s grip.

“Simon….”

The young man felt his face pale as his genie’s anger caused her to utter his name. Jessica’s emerald eyes filled with resolve after recovering from her shaken state. Then, the cheerleader’s hands clenched into fists as she stood, and her jaw tightened. The blonde’s breathing had increased rapidly as she finally asked a single question to Stephanie. After everything, she wanted an answer.

“Look at me, Steph.”

The blonde’s Stepmother smiled, aroused by her stepdaughter’s tone as their eyes locked. Jessica felt her lips pursed as her arms trembled. This would be the hardest question she had to ask,

“Was there ever a moment where you thought I could even fill my father’s shoes? That I was ever going to be more than Daddy wanted me to be?”

The woman smiled shortly after the next line of questioning and tilted her head lovingly,

“Oh Jessica…honey, no. Of course not.”

Simon could feel the same pit drop out of his stomach as his beloved Jessica had at that moment. Stephanie said it so quickly in a tone of voice that could be construed as loving and encouraging until the content of her words was understood.

He watched as his genie lowered her head and slumped onto the couch as her Stepmother continued to list how she had no future,

“You were always such a fragile girl, Jessica. I knew the real you behind that façade you placed on yourself. Those good grades, those friends, that need to be popular, the constant need for approval…you’ve been that same frightened little girl that hid away, incapable of being alone with herself.”

Stephanie smiled, “You clung to whatever could give you purpose. Your father showed how it was so easy to spoil you. Let’s face it, you could never say no to something! It was so easy to flip your switch!”

What?

“Even if you did try, a moment later, you would just pop back up with a smile on your face and do it! That’s why I called you my cute little wind-up doll, sweetie. Just like magic, you wouldn’t resist anything! It was so adorable! Our happy little good luck-AHHH!”

Simon suddenly clenched down harder as he growled angrily after every sentence. His cold demeanor sent shivers through his girlfriend as she looked at him worriedly and upset.

“I told you not to upset her. You’re upsetting her”

The woman’s stylish face became frantic at the insinuation. The prior statement programmed into the trophy wife’s brain and flipped a switch on herself, “I’m sorry! Please don’t be upset, Jessica! I’m only trying to tell you what you want to know how you want to hear it! I care about you so much! I wouldn’t dare…I love you so much, I really do. I meant it! I would be nothing without you, I wouldn’t….”

Jessica managed to hold back her tears as she **** a smile onto her face, but Simon listened as her voice cracked and responded to her Stepmother,

“I know, Stephanie. You’re a good doll.”

Simon watched as the woman suddenly relaxed and moaned softly as she smiled happily. Stephanie’s grey eyes fogged over, almost entranced once more as she spoke as if her mind floated into a cloud,

“Yes…I’m a Doll. A good doll….”

The awkward teenager watched as the sudden change brought a further glint into Jessica’s green eyes as she leaned forward,

“And you’re going to be Master’s good doll now. Because I want you to be, right?”

The blonde woman nodded and seemed to forget how she was held by her stepdaughter’s childhood friend provocatively, “Of course….”

“Master is more important than Daddy, isn’t he?”

“Yes…more important….”

Simon pulled the woman’s body back to his torso, his free hand now gripped the woman’s large breast. In an instant, the photographer could tell the difference between his genie’s natural breasts and the enhanced mounds of her Stepmother. He kept his eyes locked on Jessica and nodded to her as her eyes locked back onto his.

‘I want to never hear her talk that way about me ever again…Master, punish her.’

Almost as if being let off his own leash, Simon felt his adrenaline spike. He had enough of this ****, and Jessica’s feelings made no secret of it. His girlfriend had done a decent job, but it wasn’t the same as a retcon. He would make it ironclad,

“I wish for your husband to never catch or notice the changes in your behavior or your true allegiance.”

The woman slumped against the young man as her body began to rub against the noticeable bulge in Simon’s pants. Jessica gasped out and began to finger herself. The cheerleader bit her lip as the arousal grew as she now openly masturbated in front of her Stepmother.

“J-Jessica, what do you think you’re….”

The grip of the woman’s golden yellow thong and right breast tightened in his hands. Stephanie’s body froze as her stepdaughter’s Master continued to wish against her ear. If Jessica wanted her Stepmother to know what it was like to be treated like a doll, then her Master would grant it,

“I wish from this point onward that you, Stephanie Edwards, think of yourself nothing more than the property, servant, doll, toy, or **** of Jessica Edwards or the Master of Jessica Edwards.”

Jessica’s gasp and the sudden realization of the wish spurred him further,

“M-Master….”

The genie suppressed the urge to cry out as her fingers began to be soaked. They would soon be followed along with the cushions and carpet beneath her. The blonde’s left breast was once again cupped in the palm of her hand as she continued to pleasure herself. Simon watched as his girlfriend arched her head and back, desperately trying to bring that release. It was her approval. She wanted more from him,

“I wish, from now on, for you to love them completely, totally, utterly, that you’ll be unable to keep any secret from them. I wish you would never speak to your stepdaughter in such a demeaning way again.”

Jessica moaned loudly as she continued to play with herself, sweating and unable to form words as her Master continued to change her Stepmother as he pleased. Unable to stop, Simon couldn’t help himself. This woman had been tasked to become Jessica’s Mother. She was meant to be the woman that raised her. Someone for Jessica to look up to. The woman was the one that the cheerleader confided in, who had watched them as children when they played. But, instead, Stephanie had hurt his best friend, used her, and manipulated her since their childhood. Take care of Jessica, and she would be rewarded with becoming a trophy bride, a trophy mother.

“I wish from now on that you will only dream of being Jessica’s doll, seeing yourself as you saw her, made her see herself. I wish for you to dream only of being played with by her and those that she cares for, to serve, care for, empty your mind of any unnecessary thoughts, and walk only as if you were on an eternal catwalk.”

Jessica suddenly let out a loud cry as Simon continued to let his anger boil over into his words,

“I wish you were incapable of ever going against Jessica’s desires, ever. I wish you to play any role she or her Master gives you…and….”

“Master!”

The cheerleader’s shriek snapped out of anger as his girlfriend collapsed off the couch. The genie pushing all three of them onto the floor.

He needed to stop.

As hot as it became, as forceful and intense as he showed himself to be, Master needed to stop. Not for Stephanie but for himself. Jessica listened as she rolled her fingers over her breast and pumped rapidly into her pussy for greater release, but she couldn’t take it.

Simon’s anger, outrage, and her Master’s pain at hearing her Stepmother talk about his genie drove him to make wishes onto the blonde’s Stepmother. The more her childhood friend reinforced their control, the more she wanted him. The more Jessica wanted Simon to become that controlling presence, the Master.

But doing this as much as the picture in her mind grew. The more her magic released, the more something told her to stop. Simon had bigger things to worry about than this. He couldn’t be reckless now. Especially not for her.

While she placed her Master above all else, the genie also felt conflicted the more her powers changed her Stepmother. Stephanie was still the woman she ran to when she was upset. The shoulder she cried on when she had no one else around. When she never had Simon to comfort her. Because of that, Jessica still cared about her. That couldn’t be erased like how Stephanie’s words erased the genie’s hopes in her. The wound was salted and fresh.

By making him listen to it all, Simon was angry with Stephanie. However, Jessica had not wanted him to go too far for her. To go against his own strategy and plans to feed those ever strong emotions that rolled over her, her Master needed focus. She had interrupted that.

She needed to be the genie Simon needed her to be.

“Jess?”

The cheerleader’s boyfriend groaned as he rolled over and rubbed his head after landing awkwardly on the floor. Simon attempted to sit up above her while another moan escaped her lips,

“S-Sorry, Master, I…AH! OH! Oh…..”

The teenage genie gasped as she felt the sensitive, soaked pink flesh of her pussy being licked and cleaned by a tongue. An experienced tongue that had done this repeatedly. Although different from what she was used to. Maybe her hit on Simon was too hard. He had done a better job before….

“Mmph!”

The blonde stifled another loud moan as she shut her mouth and stuck her hands into the head of hair below her, gripping it tightly. It wasn’t often he apologized like this; usually, they’d finished talking.

Strange, Jessica noticed as she felt through to the scalp.

Simon’s hair was usually thicker and easier to grip, but now it was wavy and long. Longer than shoulder length, thinner strands…

…and blonde?

Jessica’s eyes suddenly snapped open and shot up to see Simon’s face a deep shade of red. He stared at her as his mouth gaped open. The awkward teen then shook his head in disbelief as the genie raised her eyebrow and finally looked down at herself. If Master’s tongue was in front of her, then who was….

The genie’s emerald eyes glanced in front as a golden yellow, high hip thong rode up a woman’s ass. Her head remained buried between the cheerleader’s legs, along with her dyed blonde hair, as Jessica realized the owner of the head she was gripping onto,

“Eep!”

The Queen of Eastlake High squeaked loudly like a frantic mouse, pushing and kicking herself free until she curled back up and onto the far side of the couch. Her eyes were wider than saucers as she clenched to the furniture beneath her. Jessica watched as the woman’s eyes remained closed as her tongue licked clean her stepdaughter’s pussy juices from her full lips and cheeks. The trophy wife’s grey eyes opened as she knelt on her knees and then rose slowly, seductively. Finally, Stephanie stood at attention, her breasts forward, ass out, and her hands stuck out at her sides as Jessica watched her Stepmother continue to stare straight ahead.

“My apologies, Mistress. I noticed that you hadn’t finished your session. Shall I continue? How may I be of assistance?”

Simon’s head snapped over to his girlfriend as hers snapped to his. Both of them were wide-eyed in a shared feeling of surprise and shock. Clearly, her Master felt just as confused as the cheerleader. Jessica swallowed the building knot in her throat and took a breath,

“Um, Steph?”

The woman turned her head and bounced herself forward earnestly in her bra as the straps fell over her shoulders,

“Yes, Mistress? How may I serve you?”

Jessica scoffed in disbelief and was at a loss for words. Her Stepmother sounded and acted as if her very existence hung on her every word. Stephanie’s eyes gazed at her stepdaughter with new and obvious emotions: Adoration, Lust, Need, Joy, and Love. Her voice was soft, practically quivering on edge, eager, smooth, and seductive.

The genie shrunk into herself and stuttered out the question she had immediately wanted an answer to,

“W-Why are you calling me that?”

Almost immediately, her father’s trophy wife looked at her with a smile and then returned to her doll-like pose,

“What would you want me to call you now, Mistress Jessica?”

Jessica felt her brain stop thinking as her mouth dropped open much as Simon’s had. Stephanie seemed to read the confusion almost instantly, and she lowered herself forward with a smile,

“Whatever you like, Mistress, Jessica, sweetie. I’m up for anything you want. Anything you like.”

The cheerleader froze as she looked into her Stepmother’s eyes and felt sweat begin to drip from her brow. Stephanie had only given a smile or look like that to her father before disappearing off to their room. The woman’s lips pursed as Jessica felt her cheeks grow warmer. The thirty-seven-year-old trophy wife’s voice quivered in excitement,

“Anything, anything for you…..”

The cheerleader gulped again as her eyes shakily looked into her Stepmother’s grey orbs as they drew closer. Her heart raced as she watched Stephanie sensually bite down on her lip and tug at one of her bra straps. The genie’s breath hitched as she realized all she had to do was say the word, and the attractive blonde sex doll in front of her would gladly lap her tongue against her pussy once more.

“Stephanie. Enough.”

The woman’s lustful eyes snapped wide open but quickly became docile and doll-like as she slowly and purposefully pulled back and stood at attention in her previous pose,

“Yes, Master.”

Jessica’s head clicked, and she quickly found her finger in her mouth in surprise. Her emerald eyes watched Simon squinted his face shut, trying to adjust, hands in his hair briefly as he stimmed out his arms and shook his head violently. Jessica knew what he was doing. Master wanted to rid himself of excess energy as he composed himself. Just as the cheerleader realized that her father’s wife was openly flirting with the genie a second ago.

Then Simon animatedly took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and adjusted his neck back and forth. Then, his hazel eyes finally snapped open, and that familiar glare of his other half focused on the back of her Stepmother’s head.

“Master?”

Stephanie failed to understand who the question was directed at and answered her stepdaughter first.

“Simon Harris is the Master of Mistress. Which means he is also my Master.”

The teenager on the couch quickly bit her finger and shifted her face back and forth between her Master and the trophy wife in her underwear. Jessica’s surprise was apparent. No one else had ever called her Simon, ‘Master’ beside her.

Kevin and Sam both referred to her childhood companion’s new title to mock her, but neither of them had directed referred to him as she had. Now Stephanie was doing it, utterly unfazed as her stepdaughter had been. Jessica repeated it breathlessly as she processed it again,

“My Master is your Master….”

The trophy wife turned to face both teenagers and remained sultry in her gaze, mind seemingly adrift. Her sight caused the cheerleader to suddenly catch her tongue and duck behind Simon from the woman. Jessica failed to notice as her Master’s eyes rolled until she felt his mild annoyance and heard his groan,

“Jess, what are you hiding from? You own her now, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

The genie poked her eyes up as she saw Simon’s face turn back and begin to turn into a small smile with his eyes closed toward her. Her emerald eyes looked down, and she blushed out of embarrassment,

“Oh. Right….”

Sammy was right. She was a child. Jessica had ordered her Stepmother with commands while entranced, and now her Master reinforced her work while also wishing for Stephanie to change as he pleased. What caught her off-guard was that he did it for the genie when he didn’t have to. As the heiress looked back to her trophy wife stepmother, still in her golden yellow undies, standing and staring off like a doll, the reality suddenly hit.

‘Holy Shit, I own my own Stepmother…I OWN Stephanie….’

The genie began to smile deviously as she bit on her finger again and quickly shielded herself behind Simon so that the woman couldn’t see her reaction. Then, she called Simon her Master, just as she did.

“Master, order her around.”

“What?” Simon’s mind responded in disbelief.

Jessica buried her head into his back and hugged him from behind tightly, her excitement grew as she made it known what she wanted,

“I’m not the only one who needs training, Master! Don’t hesitate! That’s what you told me, right? You need to show you’re the one in charge!”

That got him. Simon knew he couldn’t escape from that, and his body relaxed as it slumped forward slightly.

“I guess so….”

The genie poked her head out with a happy smile plastered on her face. She stretched herself up and began to massage his scalp with her fingers approvingly, “That’s right! You can do anything! You’re the best! Make Stephanie know it!”

She nearly bounced off her toes to peck him on the back of his face from behind, then pulled off to watch the fireworks.

Well, the process of finishing the new artifact would take time. Simon knew that. He glanced back to Jessica from behind, seeing the genie happily bounce in excitement. The blonde was going through conflicting emotions. It wasn’t every day your boyfriend used your own magic to enslave your Stepmother.

The tall teenager’s throat began to run dry as he sighed,

“I’m thirsty.”

Simon raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the blonde woman in front of him and then stated bluntly to her,

“Go get me a drink, now.”

He watched as her girlfriend’s Stepmother bowed her head without changing expressions and answered with the still overtly aroused tone, almost as if she was trying to mimic that same tone she had within the trance,

“Right away, Master.”

Simon watched as Stephanie’s walk was like that of a model. The blonde trophy wife catwalked as if it was the natural state of movement. Her hands straightened her bra and thong briefly as she disappeared into Miss Littlewood’s kitchen.

The photographer let out a quick huff and grabbed his girlfriend’s hand. Jessica was caught off guard as she was dragged into the bedroom and then directed by her boyfriend to their English teacher masturbating on her bed. The strawberry blonde leaned over as she moaned and quickly smiled.

Kimmy was lost in her own arousal as she was in her classroom, overjoyed at the possibility of being fucked once more,

“Oh god…you’re here…mmm….”

The blonde genie at his side blushed and began to poke her index fingers together as she nervously bit her lip. Jessica then spun and quickly began to protest,

“Sh-She was asking me questions about Stephanie! I told you, I panicked….”

“Yeah,” her Master sighed in acknowledgment, “Yeah, you did….”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed again in some frustration. The teenage Master caused his genie’s body to freeze up as she fell under his squinting eyes,

“What happened to come to me the moment you got into trouble?”

Simon watched the most popular girl in school, his childhood friend and head cheerleader, quickly hiccup in a panic and again look off in embarrassment,

“Oh! Uh-Ummm….”

Childishly, the Queen of Eastlake looked down submissively as she poked her fingers together while her cheeks began to darken in tint. The blonde mumbled,

“I um, didn’t want to bother you…you were working really hard….”

Simon’s groan nearly became a growl as his anxiety rippled toward her, “Jess…you promised….”

Her emerald eyes nearly went bug-eyed at his emotions. A disappointed Simon was a sad Simon. Jessica summoned a scoff and her popular persona’s annoyance as the cheerleader began to defend herself,

“Y-Yeah, but bringing Mom back is more important! I told you I wanted to deal with Stephanie. What were you thinking sending Kimmy here to check on me?”

The Queen of Eastlake pressed her finger against his chest as if he was the same dork from before,

“You don’t like being interrupted! You get upset if you’re too focused and get pulled away! Besides you, gave Kimmy and Steph to me because they’re mine, right? So I have it all handled….”

Snap.

The genie quickly looked down at herself to see her clothes stripped from her once again. Simon then placed his hand atop his beloved blonde’s scalp and delivered several pats,

“I guess punishment it is, then.”

Jessica darted her eyes back up as she turned red from embarrassment again, “Wh-What?”

The auburn-haired teenager looked at her, surprised by the sudden change back from the defensive energy that her popular girl persona displayed. Jessica felt a chill down her spine as his eyes narrowed and blush formed on his cheeks,

“You went against what I told you. I mean, you need to be punished now, right?”

Yes. Jessica was bad. She needed to be punished. The **** bit her lip as she felt aroused once more. Even if she could tell on the inside Simon was anxious about the prospect, she could envision him forcing her to his will.

He was her Master, and she could never go against Master. Her emerald eyes fluttered, and her bare legs squirmed as the door to the bedroom opened,

“Your drink, Master.”

Stephanie’s submissive and aroused tone was hard to ignore. It sounded perfect in this situation, given her stepdaughter’s current state. Although, her childhood companion was still getting used to their new servant. The genie watched as Simon’s head twitched slightly from the utterance of his title from someone other than his girlfriend. Stephanie practically purred it in reverence instead of her stepdaughter’s regular usage.

Not one to turn down a drink, Jessica watched as her boyfriend took the glass and put its cold contents down his dry throat. Unable to sip at that moment, Simon simply downed the contents in one attempt. The teenage boy let out a gasp for air and walked over to the nearby dresser to place the glass down on. Jessica felt his breath catch goosebumps against her naked skin.

Oh, right. She was nude again.

While the embarrassed genie attempted to cover herself up in front of her increasingly horny teacher and obedient stepparent, her boyfriend began to go over his recent work with his back to them. Jessica could tell Simon was listing the various steps in his plan from the process of his thoughts. She could make a few details out. First, the project would take time to complete, and they would need to pick it up after it was finished. Next, there would need to be a place to take it and use it. Then came a new thought that popped into his head.

What was the real reason why her father wanted her home?

Jessica watched as her Master’s finger pointed and extended outward in the direction of the trophy wife in her golden bra and thong again,

“You weren’t finished discussing why your husband wanted Jess home yet, elaborate.”

Stephanie took two submissive steps forward and faced the back of the young man as she remained in her doll-like stance. The genie admitting the way her Stepmother’s breasts and ass kept still as her hands remained stuck out with her arms attached to her sides,

“Yes, Master. In addition to your recent issues at school, Theodore wants to see Jessica so that he may give her the birthday present he wanted to give her personally. He will be busy again soon and wants to see her before then in order to decide his next steps.”

Simon only nodded as his genie attempted to process the news. Daddy wanted to give her a present? That wasn’t new. He spoiled her rotten, but the next steps? Why was that important? What did he want Stephanie to do?

As the genie continued to mull on her thoughts, she had an epiphany,

“Steph. What is it that you exactly do? Like when you leave the house? I know you shop and go out a lot, but what exactly do you do for Daddy besides being arm candy and sex?”

It was an interesting question, according to her Master’s brain. It made sense why the genie would ask her Stepmother that. After all the recent secrets and exposure, there was more to the woman than just a hot body and pretty face. Jessica had seen Stephanie in and out of the house, always at her father’s side when needed. However, she appeared to never had a job of her own aside from maintaining her body,

“Your father trusts me to fulfill his requests and tasks, Mistress. Anything Theodore wants me to take care of, I take care of. He has me also participate in local investments and the demands required of a socialite. Since your father’s early successes, he’s done much to keep himself involved and entertained while living here. Although I must admit, we rarely have had much in the old days when….”

The naked cheerleader grumbled, already preparing for the inevitable admission,

“When he was your “Teddy Bear” Playboy, is that it?”

Her Stepmother seemed somewhat surprised at the nickname being uttered by the blonde teenager. In much the same way, a deeply held secret was suddenly exposed. Stephanie’s face began to flush as she shook her head and remained in her newly submissive state,

“Not entirely, Mistress. Your father is very much the same Teddy that I married. However, he was much more open and robust when I entered his employ. His stock was rising, and he had successes at every turn that oozed with that charisma that envelops me. We had everything, but I never understood the reason why we moved out to a place like this when he had traveled the world. While I volunteered and was allowed to move into the house, all I knew was that only he said he was from here and that you needed to be raised here…I remember what I was told…but those days were so chaotic I only remember some of it as a blur….”

Jessica raised an eyebrow. Her Dad was from here? She looked at Simon, who was equally confused by the admission.

‘Did you know your Dad grew up here?’

The genie tried to recall any moment, brief utterances, disdainful or joking comments at meals, or mentions of her friends and family members.

‘I…I assumed he had, but I didn’t know he lived anywhere else….’

Stephanie’s voice continued her story,

“In any case, I don’t interfere in your father’s work unless he asks for my assistance. Teddy values my loyalty. I’ve done everything your father asks of me since the day I’ve met him. I know he has quite a lot of capital and investments; compared to that, I’m only given a generous allowance. He could go anywhere and have anything with his wealth and power, but he has chosen to live here. His work has allowed us to travel or bring the others into town. Since then, we have mostly settled into his liking. Would you like to know anything else, my darling Mistress? I love being so open to you.”

Her stepmother's eager and excited voice caused Jessica to feel her face experience a sudden heat flash as she shook her head. She was done with this discussion,

“N-Nope….”

“Actually, I would.”

Jessica nearly spun herself off her feet to face her Master when his voice interrupted her. The awkward teenager looked up at Stephanie with a frown as he leaned against Miss Littlewood’s dresser. His eyes stared at the woman’s bra and body rather than in her eyes. Jessica sighed, knowing it was more his avoidance of eye contact than the male urges.

Although, from personal experience, Jessica knew Simon was a sucker for a blonde bombshell in her underwear. His hazel eyes glanced at her briefly as he attempted to subdue the blush on his face and then returned to a serious demeanor with the older woman,

“You said you were nineteen when you started working for Jess’s Dad. How exactly did you meet him?”

Stephanie focused her attention back on her new Master as she remained attentive, her grey eyes gazing off as she remembered the memory fondly,

“I left home and was looking for a job and place to stay so I could go to college, but couldn’t afford the tuition. He was hiring housekeepers and errand girls while he worked out east at the time. The benefits were too hard to pass up in my situation. I passed the recruitment stage, and a couple other girls joined as my roommates, but we eventually focused on staying with him instead of school since he could offer us more.”

The young man remained in place as he asked more questions,

“So you became seduced by his wealth….”

Stephanie shook her head slightly and moved her long dyed hair away from the cleavage,

“Any girl can be easily seduced by wealth or looks, Master. Theodore always had something more powerful…there was more to him as if he could do no wrong, and the way he carried himself with it, the way he used it, was such a turn-on for me that I could never escape….”

Power, there was that word again, Jessica thought and watched as Simon’s head twitched. The naked genie poked her fingers together and looked down, trying to process how her father was spoken of.

Then Stephanie’s body entered her vision as Jessica suddenly found the woman in her face again, her face and grey eyes adoring her with the same absolute look of worship in her eyes,

“You’ve always had that about you growing up. Your father has always loved that about you, the way you sensed it and submitted yourself. It made it easier for him to spoil you because of how hard you tried to please. He’s found you growing up difficult, but that comes with being a teenager, Mistress. A beautiful young woman before his eyes. As I’ve told you before, you’re changing in more ways than one….”

Jessica ducked her face as she felt the blood rush to her face. Simon suppressed a laugh as she felt Stephanie’s adoring grey eyes on her without a hint of awareness. The genie pouted as her eyes glared down,

‘I’m literally naked and staring at you in the fucking face, Steph. Even like this, you’re so fucking oblivious….’

Her Master’s voice broke the conversation once again,

“I wish your father’s business involved him going out of town for the next week.”

“Mmph!” the genie moaned as she gripped her breast and fingers went for her pussy against the sudden wish's pleasurable energy. She stumbled and fell against her Stepmother’s bra-covered chest for support.

As she recovered quickly, the blonde cheerleader escaped before her enslaved Stepmother could embrace her once more. Jessica saw her new doll’s face, willing to feel her touch once more. The genie shielded her breasts and pussy with both arms and spun as Simon wasted no time. He quickly questioned the elder blonde again,

“Stephanie, when does your husband leave?”

The woman turned her attention back as the pink tint grew against her cheeks from her stepdaughter’s sudden interest in her exposed breasts,

“Friday.”

Shit. Jessica listened as Simon's mind realized that that left another 48 hours window to have things go off the rails. The genie watched Simon as his eyes darted upward again as he calculated and thought out their next move.

The awkward teenager turned to his naked girlfriend and pointed to the purse he suddenly saw on the floor next to the bed. Jessica found it hard to ignore Kimmy’s presence on the bed above as she continued to masturbate and wait for her moment of release.

“Jess, grab your stepmom’s phone for her.”

The cheerleader tilted her head in homage to her childhood friend but nodded and quickly grabbed the golden-cased smartphone that belonged to Stephanie.

The two teens moved in on the woman. Simon gave a quick glance over and down to Jessica. The genie’s emerald eyes and nipples looked up at their Master curiously at what he had planned. She then handed the phone to her waiting Stepmother as the auburn-haired teen glared down at her,

“You’re going to call Mr. Edwards and tell him you convinced Jessica that she’ll come home tomorrow to see him. I don’t care what you have to do to accomplish it, Steph. You will do it no matter how much you’ll debase yourself, how humiliating you have to beg, how much of a slut you need to be to get him off our backs. I want you to make sure he doesn’t worry about Jessica spending nights with me. Do well, and we’ll reward you, do badly, and we’ll punish you. Do you understand me?”

Stephanie suddenly shivered in arousal and moaned upon exhale as she took her phone and quickly opened her contacts to find her husband as both teens looked on,

“Yes, yes, Master….”