Genie in a collar
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Nedrek on 10-10-2010, 01:20:52</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Genie in a collar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nedrek</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 01:20:52</strong>
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				Jerome was a modern man.&nbsp; lived in a small house just outside the city.&nbsp; Had a comfortable income working from home as a web designer.&nbsp; Polo shirts and shorts were seemingly just his speed.&nbsp; During the night however he could be found in the seedier parts of the city finding his entertainment.&nbsp; Recently he got word that they had dug up some more of a relative's belongings, and since he was the nearest the family decided he should figure out what to do with the stuff.<br><br>Jerome rifled though the box of his great-great-whatever-grandfather's heirlooms.&nbsp; The old man had been rich, but lost it all to the government.&nbsp; Something about tax evasion, or questionable income.&nbsp; Hard to tell, that was back in the day when the tax man didn't send papers, he kicked down your door.&nbsp; Suffice to say the old man died penniless.&nbsp; Crazy too.&nbsp; Spent his days in the asylum rambling about bad wishes and some lamp.<br><br>As fate would have it, right when he thought of that Jerome found a lamp among the belongings.&nbsp; It was old, probably older than anything else in the box.&nbsp; It was some Arabian style deal.&nbsp; Not like you see in the movies, but like one they might have actually used.&nbsp; It looked like there was some writing on it under the tarnish.&nbsp; Jerome tried to buff it with his sleeve to clear it up.<br><br>And that's when things got crazy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genie in a collar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crazysexydarkside</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 01:37:59</strong>
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				Purple smoke poured out from the opening of the lamp. It seemed to gather together near him. As the smoke dissipated a figure could start to be seen. It wasn't there before the smoke came out of the lamp. Little by little it started to look like a female figure. The smoke finally dissipated fully and a woman was standing there. She had dark auburn hair and deep emerald eyes. Her body was a perfect hourglass shape and her assets were bountiful. She was wearing what looked like a bra style top and tight pants that hugged her curves. "I am the Genie of this lamp"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genie in a collar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nedrek</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 02:00:25</strong>
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				"The what?" Jerome said in shock.&nbsp; He was sprawled backwards on the floor, surprised by the smoke. "Just what the hell is going on here?"<br><br>He wasn't the type to believe in the supernatural.&nbsp; Having seen no evidence of it before.&nbsp; But still, she had come out of nowhere, or more specifically, out of a lamp.<br><br>"How did you get in here?" he said scrambling to his feet.<br><br>Even in his panicked state, or perhaps in part because of it, he couldn't help but check her out.&nbsp; His eyes looking over her shapely form as he fell back into a defensive stance.&nbsp; He was ogling her when he ought to be sizing her up for a fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genie in a collar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crazysexydarkside</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 05:07:30</strong>
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				She looked at the young man that coward in front of her. "You have no need to fear me. I am the Genie of this lamp that you have rubbed. Which makes you my master and you have one, just one wish." She said as she crouched down to his level. "I won't hurt you. It's a rule I cannot injure the owner of the lamp"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genie in a collar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nedrek</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 21:45:02</strong>
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				Taking a few moments to recover from this odd turn of events Jerome looked up at her.&nbsp; The wheels in his head were slowly turning trying to piece together what all this meant.<br><br>"Wait," he said shaking his head a little "Is that why the old man had all those financial problems?&nbsp; He wished for money didn't he?&nbsp; But it brought him a bunch of trouble because he couldn't say where it came from!"<br><br>"I get one wish huh?&nbsp; And I'm not going to make it for money..." he said looking at her, and then slowly his look changed.&nbsp; He was getting an idea, and his gaze shifted up and down her body.<br><br>It was then that he realized what must have been going on.&nbsp; This was a dream.&nbsp; That much made sense.&nbsp; And now that he knew it was a dream, he could do whatever he wanted in it.&nbsp; So why not make things more interesting?&nbsp; He had a crazy idea, but it wasn't the first time he'd had it.&nbsp; The idea of a beautiful woman serving him as a slave.<br><br>"So when I make my wish you'd go away and I'd stop being your master huh?" he said slowly "Well, for my wish... I want you.&nbsp; I want to be your master for a very long time.&nbsp; Yeah, that's my wish.&nbsp; You have to use your magic to make sure I stay your master.&nbsp; That means nobody can take you away."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genie in a collar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crazysexydarkside</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 17:54:44</strong>
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				She was shocked at his wish as she gasped. Her arms, reluctantly, moved together where her hands clapped. There was a big sound that sorta sounded like a crack of lightning. When she did that a collar appeared around her neck. It was attached to a leash that led to his hand where the other end had appeared. She looked at him and said "Your wish is my command" Now collared and leashed to him she looked at him as her body forcibly dropped to her knees as her head lowered as a sign of submission
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genie in a collar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nedrek</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 08:49:37</strong>
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				"Very nice." Jerome said looking down at the leash in his hand. "Or, I suppose it's a nice start."<br><br>He crouched down and lifted her chin with his hand.&nbsp; Brushing her hair aside with his hand.&nbsp; He figured that he could treat this genie anyway he wanted.&nbsp; After all, this was a dream and she was just a figment of his imagination.&nbsp; Of course, this was turning out to be a very good dream.<br><br>"What else can you make with those powers of yours?" he said looking into her eyes "I bet you would look fetching in a nice leather armbinder."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Genie in a collar</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crazysexydarkside</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 03:07:20</strong>
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				From the wish he had made she had to preform whatever magic he wanted and do completely what he said. So as soon as he ended his request her fingers snapped and her clothing changed into what he asked for. "Your will is mine to follow, master"
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