Stay with Jessica

Jessica hit her carpeted floor roughly, skidding a few feet until finally falling on her back with her knees hitting her chest. Before she could even sit up straight to examine the rugburns and bruises she felt, Kevin's voice echoed in her ear.

"I wish I was sitting on Jessica's bed."

Jessica let out an involuntary moan as the wish coursed through her already sensitive body. At the same time, her tormentor appeared on her bed. "Happy to see me?" he asked cockily, leering at her still moist and swollen womanhood.

"As if, Master," she spat, her words again changing from an insult to a respectful title against her will. She did her best to convey her meaning through a glare as she sat up. Once she was upright, she pulled down her bra and pressed her legs together as tightly as she could, trying to hide as much of herself as possible.

Keven chuckled and shook his head. "I don't think that's ever going to get old." Leaning back on his hands, he noticed the large wet spot on Jessica's bed. Smirking down at her now covered crotch, he said, "Looks like we've both been enjoying my wishes."

Jessica was livid, and was not going to take any more ****. "Shut up, Master!" When the title came out again, the cheerleader huffed in frustration. Quickly thinking of a way to reword her statement, she said, "I do not enjoy Master playing with my body! Master could never make me or any woman feel anything without magic!"

Kevin shook his head, and sighed in what almost sounded like genuine disappointment, "Honestly, I'd really hoped you would have figured out that you should show me some respect. I knew you were stuck up, but it's just common sense."

"I am not stuck up, Master!" Jessica shouted, putting as much vehemence into the honorific as possible, "I just refuse to bow down and obey your every—"

With an unnecessary flourish of his hand, Kevin dismissively said, "I wish you would shut up and only speak when spoken to."

The rest of Jessica's sentence didn't come out, only another moan as her juices started to slicken her thighs and her nipples became so sensitive that the airflow in the room hardened them through her sports bra.

When she gathered herself, she tried to yell at the man looking down on her with amused interest. She said the words, but there was no sound. She yelled again, but again no words passed her lips; there was only silence. It was maddening. It felt like she was saying the words, but nothing was coming out. Jess kept yelling and yelling until her throat was sore, but not even a tiny whisper came out.

It was just wrong. In the silent morning, she started to feel like she'd gone deaf. Growing even more panicked, she screamed again, spoke at a normal volume, whispered; nothing. Tears running down her face, she began to hyperventilate. Her breath came in fast shallow gasps, and she started to get dizzy. It felt like there was a pressure on her chest and the world seemed to tilt.

"Hey, calm down. Are you alright?" Kevin asked her, leaning forward and actually sounding concerned.

"What the hell do you think Master?" Jessica shouted hoarsely. Her voice had somehow still been affected by all the not-yelling she'd been doing, but more importantly, she could hear her voice. Actually hearing the words she was speaking cleared her mind enough to think rationally for a moment, and she quickly realized she could speak because Kevin had asked her a question. Before whatever bullshit magical time limit was up, Jessica angrily added, "Master, you took my fucking voice! What kind of Master—"

"Shut up," Kevin said with another officious wave of his hand.

Just like that, her voice was gone again. The same panic from before set in, like it had never really stopped. Jessica tried to speak a few times, and when she still couldn't hear herself, she threw her head back and screamed up to whatever God would listen. There was no response

Jessica's stomach dropped as she came to the realization that the man currently watching her from his seat on her bed was the only one with ultimate power over her. Tears started to roll down her cheeks again. Realizing there was nothing she could do, and that her freedom was truly gone, she wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them up to her chest, dropping her head down onto them. At least she could hear her sobs.

"Aw, jeez," Kevin sighed, running a hand through his hair. He stood up and starting pacing the room, stopping occasionally, then shaking his head and starting again.

Jessica caught herself looking up at him hopefully, maybe even submissively, before quickly quashing the feelings and staring angrily at the ground. She reminded herself that this was all his fault and she had done nothing wrong, but a voice in the back of her head reminded her that she’d brought it on herself by yelling at someone who could do literally anything he wanted to her. It wasn’t fair, but it was her reality for the foreseeable future

Kevin came to a stop a few feet away from Jessica's spot on the ground and turned to look down at her, "Alright, I think I've got this. First, I wish that you will obey all of my commands. Second, I wish that you are unable to lie to me. Third, I wish that no major physical harm can come to either of us. Fourth, I wish that my wish to make you shut up and speak only when spoken to could be turned off and on by saying 'You may speak' and 'Speak when spoken to'. Finally, I wish that you must always keep your word with me."

The long term consequences of those wishes were frightening, but Jessica was more concerned with the immediate consequences. Namely, the tidal waves of pleasure that five back-to-back wishes sent washing over her already hyper-sensitive sensitive body. Three wishes in quick succession had made her give in and ravage herself to reach orgasm. With five that close together, she could hardly think.

Before she could bring her hands between her legs though, Kevin said, "Don't pleasure yourself, but keep feeling the wishes' effect."

Unable to speak, Jessica stared up at Kevin and whined like a puppy put in its crate without dinner. Her head was foggy, but she was pretty sure his order didn't make sense. Looking up at Kevin, she saw that he was tenting his boxers, and that his wish last night had left him very gifted. She started to reach for Kevin's member, but was stopped when he said, "Don't pleasure me either."

Jessica writhed in place, never quite able to make herself feel good. She tried to ask what he wanted between her **** pants and whines, but her voice was still silenced.

"I need to ask you a question," Kevin said, licking his lips as he looked down at the **** busty blonde squirming on the floor.

Jessica nodded vigorously, staring up desperately at the one man who could grant her release.

Kevin smiled warmly down at Jessica and cupped her cheek. Just the light touch of his hand felt wonderful in her current state. "Do you promise to be a good genie; never work against me or try to trick me, be loyal and helpful even when I don't ask?"

Jessica bit her lip until she tasted copper, trying to distract herself from her urges and think. She knew she couldn't lie; even half-mad with arousal, Kevin's wishes would compel her to admit her true intentions, whether she knew them or not. She also knew she would somehow be bound to her answer. Still, Jess knew she needed release. Would it really be so bad to be a loyal genie?

Kevin looked puzzled when Jessica gave no response, then smacked his forehead with his free hand. With an abashed look, he said, "You may speak."