Meanwhile...

Kevin.

****-Kevin knew that he was totally fucked. He had figured that with the party being downstairs, the last place anyone would look for him was in the one room no one was supposed to go. He never imagined that he would overhear such a wild and fantastic thing like genies being real. So when the boy who had spent the last six years as Mr. Edwards bathroom attendant only to graduate to butt-boy on his 18th birthday heard that there was a chance to change reality and escape his fate of a life of **** and bondage, of course ****-Kevin took it...

He had lost his chance.

What was worse, his Mistress KNEW he had tried to steal her binding. Kevin had seen Mr. Edwards punish his slaves in the most horrific and unimaginable ways. His one chance was to get to Citizen-Brooks and beg him for protection before Mistress Jessica could have him thrown in the agony booth.

If his Master's taste's were anything to go by, Kevin knew he had the sort of effeminate body that appealed to a certain sort of man. Dressed as he was in his **** boy uniform. An outfit consisting of a skirt with his owner's sigil embroidered on the front to rest on his crotch and his registration QR-code on his rear, and a collar. The mostly naked **** boy raced towards the one and only person in the world who could save him.

Jessica.

When Jessica recovered from the orgasmic bliss of using her magic not just for the first time, but to rewrite history and fundamentally social evolution of centuries in order to fulfill her Master's wish. The amount of energy she had felt surging through her body was...Jessica had no words for it.

Jessica was a twist of emotions. On one hand, Mr. Brooks had in his hands the ability to make her do anything he wanted. She was his ****. On the other hand. Wow. Having magic was awesome!

As Jessica stood up, all she could think about was how much she wanted to grant another wish.

"Are you all right, my owner?" Jessica turned and recognized Cassie, only now instead of being dressed in her normal chique ensemble, Jessica's bestie was dressed like someone's idea of a what a prostitute would wear to look like a cheerleader.

"Cassie. What is going on? Why are you dressed like that?" Jessica asked with incredulity.

"Have I displeased you? I am sorry Mistress Jessica. This is how Mistress Stephanie instructed us to dress for the party. Does my owner desire that I strip?" Cassie asked.

"What? No. I." Jessica remembered her mother warned her about this You will be **** to live in a world of your owner's making. "Just, find Master for me. Please." Jessica asked. The girl's hand went to cover her mouth in shock when she realized what she had said - Jessica had meant to say "find Jonas Brooks for me." But instead...right, genies call there, their owners 'Master' ... But Cassie had not cared, the **** girl was on the move.

"Yes Mistress. At once Mistress." Cassie said, bowing and scrapping as she backed away from the girl who had the power of life and **** over her.

Jessica sighed and watched her friend-turned-**** run off. She looked around at the twisted world she had created, the sex and BDSM being practiced without a hint of shame or guilt. Jessica watched some of her classmates being waited on hand and foot by other classmates who were now attired wearing almost nothing but the collars denoting their servitude. "What have I done?" Jessica asked herself as she heard Brad laugh uproariously as Tina struggled and cried as three football players triple teamed her.

I wish someone would tell me what is going on.

Jessica heard the wish in the back of her mind. She felt the tingle of the magical surge, but the new genie felt disappointed that it was such a small surge compared to the last one. Jessica hoped that the next wish would be more substantial before she realized that what she should be hoping for was to get the ring back. What is wrong with you? She thought to herself when for half a moment Jessica thought that maybe being a genie was not that bad.