A Genie’s New Master (Maverick & CaedmonEries)
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				Title: <strong>A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 02:13:16</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/Genie%27s_new_master_copy.png)</div><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Orange swim shorts and a white t-shirt that reads "Siesta Key, Lifeguard" in orange text across the chest<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier<br><hr><hr>The beaches of Siesta Key, Florida would be clearing out soon as the sun was beginning to drop down behind the horizon. Nathaniel Richardson, was dressed down in a pair of orange swim shorts and a white t-shirt that read "Siesta Key, Lifeguard" in orange text across the chest. The shirt fit snug against his torso, but his shorts were loose enough for comfort, but snug enough to not hinder him in the process of a rescue. He was tall, approximately six foot with dark brown curls of hair on the top of his head and dark caramel eyes. He was handsome yet rugged in appearance, causing most of the girls on the beach to swoon. Not that, Nathaniel paid much attention. He wasn't in the business of flirting with the tourists. It was his job to make sure they didn't drown.<br><br>One of his colleagues was up in the tower. Nathaniel made his round, before heading home. He carried an orange buoy in his right hand as he walked and a pair of binoculars and a whistle around his neck. He had on a pair of black shoes made for walking on the sand or being worn in in water to protect one's feet, as well. There was barely anyone on the beach, considering it would be getting dark soon. But, they had to stay out there until the last person was off the beach. Was the way it was and he'd have it no other way. Ensuring everyone's safety was important, especially when he was on watch. <br><br>As he walked along the beach, he paused, seeing something glimmering, bobbing up and down in the water's surf. He frowned to himself as he wandered over and took a few steps in to the water to investigate. He reached his hand down and grabbed the odd, glimmering object. A jewel encrusted bottle? He smirked and shook his head. <strong>"The things people throw away, out here..."</strong> He said it to himself, really. There was no one in proximity for him to be speaking to. It just amazed him, the things that he found out here, money, glass, plastic bags, the rings off coke cans. Those were dangerous. The animals could get caught up in them. It was like people didn't think, or didn't care. He shrugged and looked down at his watch. He looked up to the tower, where is colleague was standing out on the decking. <strong>"I'm heading out!"</strong> He waited for a confirmation before he would turn and head up the beach, toward the large building that housed the lifeguards locker rooms.<br><br>-------------<br><br>Nathaniel walked the docks, heading toward a small boat house, "Siesta Beach Bum." Home sweet home. Once on board, he unlocked the door that lead down, to the inside and he headed back, past the kitchen area and in to the back bedroom. He tossed his keys and a messenger bag. Inside the messenger bag was the lunch he'd only eaten half of today, the bottle had had found on the beach and a couple of books for college. When he wasn't on the beach, he was going to college for a medical degree. A guy had to make a living until a dream was realized, right? He didn't want to be a lifeguard forever. He had to make plans for a real career. <br><br>He started toward the kitchen, but then he turned back and grabbed the messenger bag. He fished out the box that had his half eaten lunch, his hand brushing against that bottle. Then, he turned and walked back to the kitchen. He tossed out the remains of food in the box and tossed it in his sink. Then, he grabbed a few things from the ice box before he headed up on deck, where his small grill was. That night, he'd have some grilled chicken, a baked potato and salad for his dinner.<br><br>After dinner, he cleaned up and headed back to his bedroom, he'd pull that bottle out of his messenger bag, finally. It was dirty, but it was unique looking. So, he was hoping he could clean it up and maybe use it for some sort of coin collector. The neck of it was larger than a quarter. He soaped up a cloth at the sink in the kitchen and then, he began rubbing. As he rubbed, something odd happened....very odd. This thick, colored smoke started to leak out of the bottle and he began to cough, swatting at the smoke, <strong>"What the hell is this?!"</strong> If he'd known this was going to happen, he'd have thrown it in the trash at work!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 18:15:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Genie<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Picture, matching harem pants, gold collar, leash, wrist and ankle cuffs<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Past: Unknown Location; Present: Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier<br><hr><br><em>200 years ago</em><br><br>"You said you would free me.&nbsp; You promised!"&nbsp; <br><br>Betrayal laced every word.&nbsp; Once again she was going to be cast back into that damned bottle.&nbsp; Who knew for how long she'd be in there this time! It didn't matter that each time she was confined the interior changed.&nbsp; It only changed so much as the color scheme, the level of opulence never diminished, nor did the decadence.&nbsp; No matter the color, no matter the opulence, it was still a prison.&nbsp; A jewel encrusted prison, that she longed to be free from for good. <br><br>The man merely shrugged, his own greed had won out over promises he'd made repeatedly.&nbsp; His final wish had been breathed into life, and bound to him as she was until that final wish, she gave him what he most desired with a simple snap of her fingers.&nbsp; The moment the final wish had been granted, that familiar pulling sensation began, coupled with tendrils of crimson hued smoke that snaked from the open mouth of the bottle.&nbsp; <br><br>Thirty seconds, that is all it took for her to be once more trapped.&nbsp; An exotic beauty trapped within a gilded cage.&nbsp; The bottle, within minutes was gone as well, the magic that allowed it to vanish activated once it's lovely prisoner was back where it belonged.&nbsp; Only time would tell where the bottle ended up next.<br><br><hr><br><em>Present Day</em><br><br>How many years had passed? She had lost count and was beginning to get more than a bit stir crazy within the restricted confines of the bottle.&nbsp; The interior this time was done in earthen tones:&nbsp; browns, burnt oranges, and bronze.&nbsp; The pillows that lined about every surface were thick, plush and welcoming as she flopped down upon them for the hundredth time in the last twenty minutes.&nbsp; <br><br>She wished there was something she could actually do, aside from read from the abundance of books that lined a small bookcase to near bursting.&nbsp; Many of them first edition printings, gifts from Masters, all of whom ultimately betrayed her and broke their promise, as well as things that she'd been able to summon for herself, simply because without something to throw herself into she would have lost her mind nearly two centuries ago. <br><br>Barely felt was the trip from the beach to Nate's home, everything within the bottle was kept in place by magics that she didn't even fully understand.&nbsp; She simply knew that they kept her within the bottle unless she was summoned.&nbsp; She'd just finished the final line of <em>Moby Dick</em> and closed the book when that familiar pull was felt, beginning at her toes and slowly working its way up her body making her shiver. <br><br>Finally, she was being summoned. <br><br>A new Master. <br><br>Despite telling herself that she shouldn't get her hopes up, there was that sliver of hope that began to form.&nbsp; She hoped that he would be different from the others, that he would actually keep his promise.&nbsp; <br><br>The smoke that escaped the bottle, thanks to the attempt to clean the dirt from the bottle, was tinted crimson, and would match the outfit that the woman wore once the smoke began to clear.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was standing a pace or two away from him, studying him in those moments it would take him to realize what was happening.<br><br>She wore a simple pair of harem pants that hung low upon shapely hips, crimson fabric barely hid feminine charms from view.&nbsp; Waist and ankle were lined with shimmering black embroidery.&nbsp; The top she wore barely encased the swell of her breasts, it was the same crimson the pants were and the shimmering black embroidery was much more detailed and intricate.&nbsp; Her skin was a light olive tone, and her eyes rimmed in khol and accentuated with a softly shimmering eye shadow.&nbsp; Her hair was a rich mahogany, and hung down to lightly brush the curve of her shapely ass.&nbsp; At her right bicep was a thin gold band, and other adornments included a simple thin gold collar about her throat, and a delicate looking chain hanging from it.&nbsp; At her wrists and ankles were a pair of golden cuffs, that no one could easily remove. <br><br>"You summoned me Master?" &nbsp;Her voice was soft, sultry as it slipped past her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 19:09:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><hr>Nathaniel continued to wave the smoke away from his face. When the smoke cleared and he saw the woman standing in front of him and she was calling him master, he did not put two and two together. He frowned, <strong>"Who are you? What are you doing on my boat?"</strong> Of course he didn't put it together, because such things did not happen. They did not exist. She was a woman who had just...found her way on his boat and playing a little trick on him because of the bottle he was holding in his hand. He tossed it down in the sink, with the cloth he'd been cleaning it with. <br><br><strong>"Master, haha...very funny."</strong> <br><br>Yeah, he wasn't buying it. He took a step back, toward his bedroom. <strong>"Your very pretty, but you can show yourself out now."</strong> He rolled his eyes as he dug his books out of his bag on his bed. He kicked off his flip flops. Before leaving the beach, he had changed in to a pair of navy blue basket ball shorts and a plain, white t-shirt. He was comfortable, as he usually was. He sat on the edge of his bed as he opened one of his books. But then, he stood and moved to a chair at a small, built in desk. He carried his book and a notebook as well as a pen with him. He didn't have the time or the want to play with some girl be they tourist or local. He had way too much work to get done.<br><br>He smirked as he sat down in the chair. Wouldn't it be something if a genie really did exist, though. Then his work could do it'self. He shook his head and began reading and writing, working on the assignment that he had been given by one of his instructors. But, there was this feeling, like he wasn't alone. Had that girl stayed? He paused and looked up toward the door, as if looking for her to be there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 23:55:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Genie<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Picture, matching harem pants, gold collar, leash, wrist and ankle cuffs&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>She blinked, watching him for a few moments.&nbsp; His words taking a moment to fully sink in.&nbsp; Was he dismissing her?&nbsp; Did he not think that she was real?&nbsp; Well, truth be told, she didn't know exactly what he was thinking at this moment.&nbsp; She tilted her head, studying him as he bent over his book and began writing, working on something.&nbsp; When his gaze lighted upon her form she lifted a hand and offered him a slight wiggle of fingers and a smile the spoke of mischief and magic.&nbsp; <br><br>“You cannot dismiss me that easily Master.&nbsp; Now that you have summoned me, I am yours until you have made your wishes.”&nbsp; She did not give him a number of wishes, she could have if she'd so desired, however ultimately the number of wishes made wasn't entirely up to her but the magic that bound her to her Master. She had the bottle dangling from her hands, and he would see that it was clean, devoid of any of the dirt and grime that had coated it when he found it.&nbsp; The gems that lined the bottle were ruby, citrine and imperial topaz and it looked like flames dancing upon the bottle as the light hit the shimmering gems. <br><br>“Perhaps something simple to prove to you that I am real, Master,” she posed, stepping forward a bit, closing some of the short distance between them.&nbsp; <br><br>She seemed to ponder a few things, before her gaze fell upon the books and assignments he had been working on.&nbsp; Perhaps...yes, that would work, at least she hoped it would.&nbsp; A quick snap of her fingers and if he looked down at what he'd been writing the answers were there, all of them.&nbsp; Complete and if he double checked any of them – completely correct. <br><br>It wasn't anything big or flashy, because she could have perhaps done that.&nbsp; She wondered, if he still didn't believe her, would she be able to pull him into her bottle with her?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 00:39:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><hr>Those dark caramel eyes, stared at the woman as she called him...master. Did she just say that she was...his, like some kind of property? Again with the wishes. His eyes wandered down to the flashy bottle in her hands. Okay...so, she cleaned it. She was good, quick. He sighed and raked his hand through his thick curls as he leaned back in his leather, computer chair. He shrugged his shoulders when she said she would prove that she was real. He looked to his books as she did and when the answers just appeared, he picked up his notebook. It was all in his own hand writing, worded just as he would have worded it. Just like that? He dropped the notebook and looked at her again.<br><br>He shook his head and then rubbed his eyes, <strong>"Shit...coffee..."</strong> He stood and looked down at her. She was standing in his way, between him and his way to his coffee maker. "Your not real. This isn't real." No, he was dreaming. He had to be. It had been really hot out today and he'd maybe not drank enough water. Now, his mind was playing tricks on him. He needed to wake himself up. He couldn't imagine his assignments done. He had to actually get them done, or he would get an incomplete, a failure and that was not an option. He settled his hands down on her shoulders. She felt real. He could feel her soft skin beneath his hands. But, she wasn't. He knew she wasn't.<br><br>What was wrong with him? He'd never had this happen before, seeing things, hearing things before. This was just a simple...figment of his imagination. Imagination? Wasn't like him. He didn't just make stuff up and he hadn't read any books or watched any movies about sexy women from jeweled bottles, doing magic. No, wishes. He sighed softly and closed his eyes. He was trying to pull himself together. This didn't make sense. The scent of Jasmine engulfed his nose, not unpleasant at all. It was almost intoxicating. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 01:30:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Genie<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Picture, matching harem pants, gold collar, leash, wrist and ankle cuffs&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>She watched him, a light smile curling her lips, and a light chuckle slipped free of her lips as he looked at the assignment she'd completed for him.&nbsp; <br><br>She was having great pleasure in watching him struggle with grasping if she was real or not.&nbsp; He wanted coffee, a smirk dancing upon her lips as she snapped her fingers and resting in the palm of her hand was a steaming mug of coffee.&nbsp; It wasn't a wish, and how many people could really summon coffee out of thin air.&nbsp; It would even be to his liking.&nbsp; <br><br>”You aren't dreaming Master...” She said softly, tilting her head up to look at him as his hands came to rest upon her shoulders. <br><br>”How can I not be real, when you are touching me Master?&nbsp; Do I not feel real beneath your hands?”<br><br>She let her hands come to rest against his chest, eyes the color of emeralds sought out his gaze.&nbsp; They were warm, dark caramel and she hoped to see something other than disbelief clouding them.&nbsp; With his hands on her form, hers lightly resting against his and the scent of Jasmine that seemed to surround them both now.&nbsp; <br><br>”Master, is there anything else I can do to prove to you that I am real?”<br><br>It was an important question.&nbsp; He'd summoned her, she was until his wishes were made, his.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 17:58:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><hr>Those eyes, dark as a caramel that had cooked a moment too long, opened at the smell of the freshly brewed coffee and he slowly looked down to find the coffee in one of her hands. That...was impossible. Coffee just, appearing out of thin air. She hadn't moved to go and brew any either. Her hand, at least one of had been on him, pressed against his chest. He could feel it through his thin white cotton shirt. <br><br>His chest muscle had flexed, seeming to jump to life beneath her touch. There was his deep groan that rumbled in the base of his throat, resonating in to his chest as she insisted on calling him that word, master. There was something thrilling, about it. Something empowering. But, he was not her master. He was no one's master. He was just a man, a life guard. He was a med student. He shook his head and took the coffee from her hands. The warmth felt so good on his hands.<br><br>As he lifted it, he looked at her over the rim of the mug, sipping the dark liquid in to his mouth and letting it roll over his tongue and down his throat as he swallowed. There she went again, calling him master. There was no way any of this could be real and yet, here she was in front of him, doing things that were impossible, so obviously standing before him and practically begging him to accept it as truth, reality. <br><br>Slowly, he lowered the mug from his lips, simply holding the warmth in his hands. For some reason, he felt so cold, lost. <strong>"You have to understand. I've spent my whole life...thinking...no...knowing things like this don't exist. If you are real what am I supposed to do with you? Huh?"</strong><br><br>Eventually, he moved from her, sitting on the edge of his bed, the coffee mug still in his hands. Maybe he was holding on to it to keep from touching her again. It had felt nice, hadn't it? Her smooth, bare skin under his hands. It had been some while since he'd had time to bother with any sort of relationships let alone intimacy, eh, not since his divorce. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>18-12-2014, 19:25:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Genie<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Picture, matching harem pants, gold collar, leash, wrist and ankle cuffs&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>She watched as he still struggled to accept the fact, the reality that she was real, standing there in front of him.&nbsp; Once he'd taken the coffee, sipped it and further confirmed that it was as real as she was she moved to settle in the chair that he had previously vacated. She had enjoyed the feel of his chest beneath her hand, her thoughts briefly made a detour from the matter at hand, wondering what it would feel like to have bare flesh beneath her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded her head lightly as explained himself, professing that all his life he'd not believed in the things of fairy tales or legends.&nbsp; He was grounded in reality, and with the entrance of her bottle into his life she had upended what he'd known to be true.&nbsp; His question, was one that she was expecting - at least from him, since he was obviously not familiar with exactly what to do with a genie. <br><br><strong>"Make a wish Master, and I will see to it that it is granted.&nbsp; I am yours until your wishes are exhausted, and then unfortunately I will be once more relegated to that bottle until another finds me.&nbsp; Unless a wish is made that frees me from the bondage of the bottle."</strong>&nbsp; She reached a hand out as she spoke, sliding it over the outside of that bottle.&nbsp; The emotions that slipped over her features couldn't entirely be described, but there were a few that stood out: sorrow, betrayal, among others before she turned her attention to Nate. <br><br><strong>"Ultimately it is up to you what happens Master, but I cannot go anywhere else, be summoned by another until I have completed the wishes called into being by you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>21-12-2014, 02:38:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><hr><strong>"Why do you keep calling me that?"</strong><br><br>He shook his head, <strong>"You know...slavery was abolished. I mean...unless your one of those kinky bondage girls?"</strong> He raised a brow, his eyes slowly moving over her, the way that she was dressed. Damn, she had all the right curves in all the right places. She was smokin hot and he bet she'd look just as good in leather or latex. He brought the coffee to his lips again. He was supposed to wish for something. What the hell was he supposed to wish for? There were a lot of things he'd like to have, yeah. But, wishing for them and letting magic take care of it, just didn't seem right. He had always worked for everything he had. What happened when he got used to the wishes and then she was gone and he had to go back to working for it again? No, was best not to get comfortable with something like that. <br><br><strong>"No wishes. What's your name?"</strong><br><br>He smiled softly and put his hand out toward her, <strong>"My name is Nathaniel Richards. Most people call me Nathan or Nate. Personally, I like Nate."</strong> He watched her with that bottle, the emotions on her face. He felt something, guilt? Why, he didn't know her. This was all still too weird. She could have been trapped in that bottle because she was guilty of some terrible crime for all he knew. People were not normally imprisoned for no reason at all. There was always a reason and the way she spoke, it was prison. He wasn't going to set someone like that free. <br><br>He stood and had to squeeze past her to get out of the room, the space between the bed, the seat at the desk and the door frame was so small. He moved to the kitchenette and put the half empty coffee mug in to the sink. Then, he leaned against the counter. He'd still hear her if she spoke. The boat was small, just enough for one, really, maybe two if they really liked each other. Still, it would get frustrating getting around after a while. But he hadn't worried about that when he bought the tiny vessel. It was enough for him. And if he felt the need to get away from things for a while, sail or travel, then he could. There was nothing anyone could say or do about it. He looked out the small window, watching as someone passed by the boat on their way to their own. It was nice, quiet here. Why did he have to pick up that damn bottle?<br><br>Suddenly, his life was turning up side down...again. There was a push woman in his life...again. Wish, wish, make a wish. But yet, it was his decision, right? He sighed softly.<br><br><strong>"You hungry?"</strong> He pulled his small ice box open, looking to see what he had. A pack of lean sandwich meat, some bread, some bottled water. Really classy, that. He shut the ice box and looked in the cabinets. Eh, some canned stuff, some ramen. He frowned and looked back toward the bedroom. <strong>"If I told you to put on something to blend in...would that count as a wish?"</strong> He slowly walked back toward the bedroom. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>21-12-2014, 03:03:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>She sighed, pushing a hand through those tresses.&nbsp; He was stubborn, she would give him that. <strong> “I call you that, because it is what you are.&nbsp; You are the one that summoned me from the bottle, and that makes you my Master.” </strong> <br><br>There was the slightest bit of frustration in her voice at this point, it usually didn't take this long for those that summoned her to realize that she was in fact a living, breathing fairy tale...that just happened to as his internal thoughts had put it: have all the right curves in all the right places.&nbsp; <br><br>When he asked her name, she blinked, turning to face him.&nbsp; He wanted to know her name?&nbsp; Why did he...Wait, had he just said no wishes?&nbsp; Did he not intend on making any wishes?&nbsp; He was confusing, but hot...and the hotness factor almost beat out the fact that he was maddeningly stubborn.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“I have had many names over the course of my life Master, however the name that I've kept is one I was given quite some time ago by a man in Israel.&nbsp; He called me Kalee, the word means flower because he compared my beauty to the flowers that grew in his garden.”</strong> The words slipped free of her lips as she turned her attention to him as he leaned against the counter for a moment and then began rummaging through cabinets and things.&nbsp; She looked at the extended hand, she was vaguely familiar with this particular form of greeting, and lightly rested her hand in his.&nbsp; <br><br>She shifted slightly, allowing him to squeeze past her in the small confines of the houseboat's interior.&nbsp; She then turned, leaning against the doorway, watching him for a moment.&nbsp; If she'd known the thoughts that ran through his head, thinking her a horrible person, and thus earning of her imprisonment in the bottle she would more than likely have told him the truth about why she was in the bottle...but, he did not ask her why she was within the bottle, nor did he ask why she desired freedom above all things from the eternal bondage of the bottle.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>“I am a bit hungry, and I do not even know what year it is, let alone what would be proper dress to, as you said, blend in.”</strong>&nbsp; A light smile curling her lips as she shifted slightly, watching him still. <strong> “No, it would not count as a wish Master...”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>21-12-2014, 04:07:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><hr>Nate looked down at her as he came to stand in front of her. He sighed and reached his hand down to tilt her face up so she was looking at him. <strong>"It's going to be a little weird...if other people hear you calling me...Master. I'd really like it...if you called me by my name."</strong> He was careful in his wording. He didn't want to make a wish by accident. His hand slid out from under her chin as he moved, again, sliding past her. He reached under some of the books on the desk and grabbed a magazine that he had laying there. He would flip a few pages until he came across some add with a female model dressed in some decent fashion that was relevant to the area they were in. Then, he handed it to her. <strong>"Try something like this and...it's the year two thousand and fifteen."</strong><br><br>She must have been in that bottle for...some time. He moved to the small closet and pulled out some jeans and a button up, short sleeve shirt. He laid them on the bed and then he looked to her, realizing just how confined this boat of his was. He frowned. He wasn't wearing anything under his shorts. He normally didn't, unless he had to. Well, this was just a little awkward. <strong>"Do you mind?"</strong> Wasn't that he was shy. By the contrary. He was trying to be a gentleman and not expose her to something she might rather not see. He moved to a small sort of dresser and pulled out some under shorts that he intended to wear under the jeans, making his request a bit more...apparent.<br><br>Obviously, they were going to have to take turns getting dressed when she had her own clothes to wear, which if she stayed, he would have to see to, very soon. Yeah, he wasn't expecting to have to take care of anyone but himself. <strong>"There is this...restaurant a little ways down the beach. I thought that maybe we could go there. I didn't eat much and...your hungry. There's not really much here."</strong> Since he had the evening to do something, now. He didn't really want to stay in. He wanted to go out for a bit, stretch his legs some and get some nice food and listen to some good music.<br><br><strong>"But...you can't go like that..."</strong> He gestured to what she was wearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>21-12-2014, 04:23:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Genie<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark blue tank top, low rise jeans, black flip flops, collar, cuffs (wrist and ankle)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>She let her gaze meet his, she couldn't help the light chuckle that slipped free as she listened to him fight with his wording, careful not to allow his requests to be turned into wishes.&nbsp; He'd said no wishes, and it would seem he was doing his best to hold to that...<strong>"Very well, Nate..."</strong>&nbsp; It didn't sound the same to her as Master, and it would take some time to get used to calling him by his name.&nbsp; <br><br>It had been just over two hundred years since she'd been out of the bottle.&nbsp; &nbsp;So, it was good that he had some form of reference to use so she knew what sort of fashion was acceptable, and she could easily modify what she chose to suit her own personal tastes.&nbsp; It was two thousand fifteen, which meant that yes, she'd been in the bottle for two hundred and fifteen years.&nbsp; <br><br>A small smile curled her lips, as he attempted to indicate that she either leave the room or simply turn around while she dressed.&nbsp; <strong>"Let me know when it is safe to turn around again..." </strong> She said, turning her back on him, though she honestly would have enjoyed watching him undress and then redress.&nbsp; He was decidedly younger than most of her previous Masters.&nbsp; <br><br>While he dressed, she thought about what she would were and ultimately drew from a couple of the pictures in the magazine he'd showed her.&nbsp; A pair of low riding black jeans that hugged her curves perfectly, a dark blue tank top, matching bra and panties, and a pair of black flip flops.&nbsp; She chewed her lip lightly, waiting for him to let her know it was safe to turn around.<br><br><strong>"Mas..er Nate...what about these?"</strong>&nbsp; She indicated the collar and cuffs that she wore, <strong>"I might be able to hide them, but I cannot take them off."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>21-12-2014, 05:10:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum" - To beach side restaurant<br><hr><hr>Nate listened to her as she turned around and then, his hands went to his shorts and he pushed them down and kicked them away after he stepped out of them, once they fell to his ankles. He grabbed the dark blue boxer shorts he had picked out, a soft cotton. He stepped in to them one leg at a time and then pulled them up, adjusting them to sit where they should. Next were his jeans. He wore a straight leg jean that while it was fit to his body, was loose and comfortable for him. He kept on his white t-shirt and tucked it in before he put on a belt and then, the button up short sleeve, solid colored dark red shirt that he left unbuttoned.<br><br><strong>"Hmm, leave them if you want. People will think your one of those...edgy chicks. Or maybe you can make them look like jewelry? Up to you."</strong><br><br>He looked up to her, seeing she had changed her clothing. His eyes began at her legs and traveled up, pausing on the low rise of the jeans hugging her curvy hips. Then moved up further. He swallowed. <strong>"Yeah..perfect."</strong> He found himself wondering just how hard it would be to peel those jeans off. They looked like they had been painted on. She was a hard on waiting to happen. He frowned and cleared his throat. <strong>"Okay. Lets go."</strong> He grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his pocket. Yeah, thinking like that was nothing but trouble. <br><br>He waited for her to get up and then he ushered her through the small boat, up to top side and then down a ramp and on to the dock. He walked her up the length of the dock. A little ways down the beach, like he said, was this really nice restaurant with tables inside and out. The table scape was white and tropical looking with nice center pieces and candles. It was casual but not just some place you go for a burger and fries. He walked her inside and to a hostess who would ask how many and then ask if they wanted inside or outside, smoking or non-smoking. <br><br><strong>"Outside, non-smoking."</strong> He wasn't interested in sitting next to someone who was lighting up while he was eating. Once lead to their table, he would pull out her chair for her while their menus were sat on the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>21-12-2014, 05:30:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark blue tank top, low rise jeans, black flip flops, collar, cuffs (wrist and ankle)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>She resisted the urge to turn and watch him dress, he was hot, and she'd been trapped in a bottle for just over two centuries...he was decidedly more attractive than her last Master, and that already got him bonus points - even if he didn't actually believe she was real, and the fact that he was very much anti-wish. <br><br>She considered his suggestion, a moment her hand passed over the collar, wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs.&nbsp; Turning the ankle cuffs to look like a pair of anklets, the cuff on her right wrist to look like a watch, the one on her left to look like a pair of bangle bracelets.&nbsp; The collar and leash at her throat, shifted to be a simple silver necklace with a lotus flower, it's length had the flower resting right atop her clevage.&nbsp; <br><br>She wondered briefly what caused the frown to marr his handsome features, but before she could ask the question, he was leading her from the cramped interior of the boat, top side, and then down the ramp to the dock.&nbsp; She walked with him, taking in the scenery, wondering why he'd wanted to live on a boat of all things. <br><br>She offered him a light smile, as he held the chair for her, seating herself, she thanked him and chewed her lip - this was something new for her.&nbsp; More often than not her previous Masters hadn't let her out of their homes, and here she was supposed to act like a normal person in the year two thousand and fifteen.&nbsp; She took a soft breath, and looked over the menu, before lifting her gaze up to settle on him. <br><br><strong>"I have no idea what the majority of these things are..."</strong> she said, motioning to the menu, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.&nbsp; This was going to be interesting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>21-12-2014, 23:49:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - Beach side Restaurant<br><hr><hr>Nate ordered an ice water for both of them and watched as the waitressed shuffled off. He moved around and took his own seat, picking up the menu to look over it. But, as he heard her, he looked up from it and he could see how nervous she was. He nodded, <strong>"Eh...why don't we start with a salad. Easy enough. I like their shrimp scampi risotto with roasted vegetables on the side. If you want to try that?"</strong> <br><br>He loved the fish in this area, being so close to the ocean. It was so fresh and healthy too. He shook his head. <strong>"The only wan you are going to know if you like something is to try them."</strong> He laid his menu down, since he had already decided what he was going to have. It being later in the evening, there were not really many outside. Which, was good. It meant they could talk with out being over&nbsp; heard. <br><br>Soon, the waitress came back with ice water for them both and some warm rolls with butter. She sat the basket and plate with the butter and knife on the table, then, she pulled out her note pad. "So, have you decided or, do you need a few more moments?" She smiled brightly, waiting patiently for the two to order. Nate nodded his head, <strong>"A salad with house dressing and a shrimp scampi risotto for me."</strong> It was Kalee's choice what she wanted to eat. He had just simply suggested she give it a try. If she wanted something else, he would try and help her.<br><br>He realized that having her around was going to be a challenge. She didn't know what anything was. Over at another table, there was a buzzing noise and a man pulled out a cell phone, putting it to his ear, talking in to it and he could already see the confusion on the woman's face, who was sitting across from him. All he could do was hope she didn't blurt out something embarrassing for them both. She was completely new to so many things. It wouldn't be good to leave her on her own for very long. But, he had to work, didn't he? He picked up his ice water and took a sip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>22-12-2014, 00:13:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark blue tank top, low rise jeans, black flip flops, necklace, bracelets, anklets.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - Beach side restaurant <br><hr><br>She had no objection for him to getting her ice water, and what he mentioned did sound good.&nbsp; He was right, she couldn't know if she liked something without actaully trying it first.&nbsp; There was so much that she didn't know, and unfortunately it fell on him to teach her, because she wasn't going anywhere, and sending her off without knowledge could be a bad thing.&nbsp; Fingertips touched lightly at the menu, before she looked up and offered the waitress a light smile. <br><br><strong>"I will have the same."</strong>&nbsp; The waitress took their orders and gathered their menus and left, leaving the pair of them alone at the table once more.&nbsp; She chewed on her bottom lip, before taking a sip of the ice water and setting the glass once more.&nbsp; <br><br>The buzzing noise distracted her, and turned her attention toward it's source.&nbsp; She watched as the man pulled a box shaped object from his pocket, curiosity danced upon her features and she knew Nate saw it.&nbsp; Her gaze never left the stranger sitting at the table across from them, even as her brain formulated a hundred questions, all of them burning, dancing upon her tongue threatening to spill out and potentially draw attention to the fact that despite her best to blend in, she really had no idea what was going on in this century.&nbsp; Instead, only one question slipped past her lips, and she hoped that Nate's answer would quell the curiosity, for now.&nbsp; <strong>"W..what is that thing that he is talking into?"</strong><br><br>She hoped he would answer, because she would be struck with the urge to rise and attempt to investigate the cell phone, curious as to how it worked, and how it allowed the man to talk to someone.&nbsp; Or, if they were extremly lucky, their food would arrive and that would distract her from the question of the new technology. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>22-12-2014, 01:10:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - Beach side Restaurant<br><hr><hr>Nate frowned as she asked her question, not entirely sure, how to explain it to her, not sure if she would understand. <strong>"A cellular phone."</strong> He sat his water glass down, the picked out a roll from the basket, slicing it in half with a knife. Then, he spread some of the butter on to it. <strong>"It's a device that allows two people to speak to one another over a long distance. Some are very advanced, acting as a..."</strong> He paused. Shit, he was going to have to explain computers, tablets, everything to her. He sighed and brought the bread to his mouth and took a bite of it, becoming quiet as he simply looked at her while he contemplated what to say next.<br><br>He had no idea he would be signing up for this when he picked up that bottle. Finally, he swallowed. <strong>"I have one back at home, at the boat. I'll show it to you when we get back."</strong> He settled back in his seat as he was just looking at her, his eyes roaming over her features. She really was different. But she was beautiful, sexy too. <strong>"Maybe you should tell me about yourself, now? Why you ended up in your...unique situation?"</strong> He traced a finger along his neck, indicating the collar and leash she had been wearing, the fact she was a prisoner in a damn bottle.<br><br>He wanted to know exactly who and what he was dealing with. How would he know how to deal with her, otherwise? She said he could wish her free, if he so wanted. But did he want to? Or was it better to leave her in her situation? He chewed on the piece of bread as he awaited an answer and of course, waited for their food to be finished and brought out to them. But he enjoyed the sound of the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the shore. He enjoyed the soft breeze and the soft instrumental music being played in the background. It was so peaceful and relaxing. <br><br>He loved it here. He was happy. It was a simple life and he was finally able to do things he wanted. Was always the dream wasn't it? Peace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>22-12-2014, 22:28:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark blue tank top, low rise jeans, black flip flops, necklace, bracelets, anklets.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - Beach side restaurant <br><hr><br>Cellular phone?&nbsp; A frown of confusion marred her pretty features for a few moments, and it deepned slightly as he seemed to trail off his thought before actually finishing it.&nbsp; What did some of these advanced cellular phones do?&nbsp; She was curious, and almost asked, however, he finished his bite of bread and butter and contined, saying she could see his when they got back to the boat. <br><br>That frown of confusion melted away, as she herself took a moment to add a bit of butter to the interior of one of the rolls.&nbsp; Though, she picked bits of hers off and ate it that way instead of in the larger bites he took of the bread.&nbsp; His questions weren't entirely unexpected, of course he would want to know how she ended up wearing the collar, leash and cuffs and of course being bound to the damned bottle.&nbsp; <br><br>She chewed on the bread, letting her gaze drift over their surroundings, thankful that with the later hour there was little traffic within the place he'd chosen to take her for the meal.&nbsp; <strong>"I was once the member of a Sultan's harem, a gift from another King who was hoping to attempt to use me to curry favor...I was that King's youngest daughter."</strong><br><br>She started softly, before falling silent as the waitress appeared, placing the food before them, "Do you need anything else?" asked, before she was dismissed once any additional needs were tended to.&nbsp; She let her gaze slide from his features to the food before her, it smelled delicious and made her realize that she was actually quite hungry.&nbsp; However, she was uncertain what she would try first. <br><br>It would seem any further information she was going to give about her situation was put on hold as she first tried a bite of the salad and a soft sound of delight slipped free of her lips.&nbsp; She offered him a light smile, before she tried a bite of the shrimp scampi risotto...a similar sound of delight slipped free of her lips followed by a soft sigh of contentment.&nbsp; She did enjoy the choices she'd made for the meal, and was glad she'd chosen to order the same things he seemed to like.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Perhaps the rest of my story should wait until we are back at the boat?&nbsp; There are things that I am not entirely comfortable recounting, let alone where others can hear."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>The words no doubt set off further warning bells with Nate, but her story was not one of roses and romance, there was very little love in the story that she had to tell.&nbsp; It was good that she did not know some of his internal thoughts concerning her situation, if she did, she would probably retreat to the confines of that bottle and remain there no matter if he summoned her or not.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>24-12-2014, 19:51:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - Beach side Restaurant<br><hr><hr><strong>"A sultan's harem. So, your like...a princess?"</strong> He said after the waitress was gone. He picked up his fork and shuffled his salad around to mix his dressing and salad together. Then, he stabbed some of the vegetables with his fork and lifted it to his mouth. He smiled across the table to her as he heard her making delighted sounds. Apparently, she enjoyed the meal he had chosen. That was good. <br><br>However, hearing that he was now living with, dealing with...eh...supposed to be a master of an ex princess? Was a little hard to take. He had a lot of questions, but apparently, she didn't want to answer them now. But, he could understand her reason. He nodded his head. "Sure...when we get back." He lowered his eyes back to his food, putting another mouthful of salad in his mouth.<br><br>He would finish his salad before he would even touch his shrimp scampi risotto. He sipped his water as he ate, washing down the food. Considering he couldn't ask his questions and she didn't want to talk about herself and he didn't really know her, he was a little perplexed on what to talk about. So, it'd be a rather quiet dinner. When they were done, he'd pay and then, he would walk her out of the restaurant, holding a box that had their deserts in it, for later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>24-12-2014, 21:28:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark blue tank top, low rise jeans, black flip flops, necklace, bracelets, anklets.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>The meal passed quietly, after she'd nodded her head to his question.&nbsp; She had, at one point been a princess, showered with all the riches that had come with it...until she'd been traded away in hopes of her father garnishing favor and gaining more power.&nbsp; However, he'd no idea what fate he'd truly sealed her into. <br><br>Once the meal had been paid for, the box of dessert for later tucked beneath his arm, she allowed him to guide her from the restaruant and they took their time heading back toward the boat.&nbsp; She chewed nervously on her bottom lip, debating on where to start, where to start her story.&nbsp; There were details that she had no desire to recount, but if he wished to know exactly what he was dealing with she would perhaps have to recount some of the nightmares that made her who she was. <br><br><strong>"Even when I was part of his harem, I was held apart. Chosen when the sultan had specific needs to be fulfilled.&nbsp; It is those needs that ultimately ensured that I was gifted with the collar, leash, and matching cuffs." </strong><br><br>She spoke softly, letting her hands lightly slip into the pockets of her jeans.&nbsp; She hazarded a gaze at him, before turning her attention straight ahead.&nbsp; <strong>"My father never knew the fate that he'd sealed me into, I was originally to be a wife, not a toy for the Sultan's sick, twisted pleasures." </strong>&nbsp; She chewed her bottom lip lightly, before she would continue a bit more.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"It took several years, but ultimately I had become the favored girl among those in his harem, and he wanted to find a way to keep me forever."</strong><br><br>There was a bit more to it, there were things she wasn't telling him yet.&nbsp; Things she wasn't even, a thousand years later, willing to accept as truth, yet they'd happened to her.&nbsp; Eventually, they'd reached his houseboat, and once they were back inside her gaze drifted to the bottle where it had been left on the small desk where he'd been working on his assignments.&nbsp; The urge to smash the thing rose and she very nearly had her fingertips wrapped around the thing, intent on sending it crashing to the floor at her feet.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"The things he did to me were something out of a nightmare, or at least the more extreme things were..."</strong> She said softly, not sure he really wanted to hear all the details of the man's devilish nature...but she'd been exposed to sexual tastes that bordered on the extreme.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Eventually he found a magician, a spell-caster, someone who would be willing to cast the dark magics for him.&nbsp; Someone who would bind me eternally into his service."</strong><br><br>She moved away from that bottle, slowly curling herself on the edge of his bed - having allowed her clothing to revert back to the harem like outfit she'd been wearing when she came out of the bottle.&nbsp; Her cheek resting on her knees, gaze sliding to settle upon his face, knowing well that he was probably not going to be comfortable with knowing the darker details of her past...but it was all part of how she landed into her current situation. <br><br><strong>"Thus began my bondage to the bottle.&nbsp; However, neither of them knew what would come with the casting of the spell.&nbsp; I was granted powers, things I couldn't explain, and each time the words 'I wish' or something akin to those were uttered, I held the power to grant it." </strong>&nbsp; She toyed with the shimmering length of the leash before turning her gaze to him, wondering what was going through his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>30-12-2014, 07:49:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - Beach side Restaurant<br><hr><hr>Obviously, he had difficulty relating to her, but as she told her tale and they walked, he was drawn in, intrigued. Yes, there were certain parts of her story that did, indeed give him much discomfort, but he hung on her every word. He didn't say a word, even as they walked the length back to the boat. Even as they boarded, he didn't speak. He listened. He listened and he watched her body language. She did not seem to him like someone who was lying. <br><br>He put the box of desert in the ice box and followed her to the bedroom. He watched her interaction with the bottle and then her as she changed back to her...strange clothing and put herself on his bed. <strong>"Hey...it's...it's okay."</strong> He sat down next to her and reached out, rubbing her back. It really wasn't okay. But, he didn't know what else to say. He couldn't even imagine...even after she told him her tale, the things she had been through. He did learn however, he would have to be very...very careful of how he spoke around her. He didn't want to make some stupid wishes. Though, he was considering that maybe one or two wouldn't hurt...if she was really the...real deal. <br><br><strong>"I don't have much, but I'm willing to share...if you want to stay out of that bottle a while."</strong> He smiled. <strong>"You can take the bed..."</strong> Course, that left the floor or the hard seating area out front for him. Not that he minded. He stood and moved to get one of his pillows. <strong>"Help yourself to one of my t-shirts if you want something to sleep in. Help yourself to...what ever. Okay? But, I've got to get to sleep. I have an early morning, classes and then my work shift."</strong><br><br>He had no idea what she was going to do all day while he was gone. He guessed that she would have to figure that out on her own. He paused in the door way. <strong>"Oh...I almost forgot..."</strong> He sat his pillow back down on the bed and moved on to the bed, sliding across to a night table. He grabbed two of the slim boxes similar to the one the man at the restaurant had. He slid his fingers across them both a moment and then he showed both of them to her. He would call from one phone to the other. It would ring and he would press answer and hand it to her. He put the other to his ear and then he slid back across the bed as he spoke.<br><br><strong>"This is a phone and this is how it works."</strong> He walked to the other end of the boat and then he walked outside. Just to show her how it worked like he had promised. <strong>"I could be across town...across the country...even in another country if I wanted to be and still talk to you. Neat, huh?"</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>30-12-2014, 21:47:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>She leaned into him slightly as he rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.&nbsp; His words meant well, but they both knew well enough that it wasn't okay what she'd been forced to endure, and he'd only gotten the glossy photograph version of it...and not learned more of the dirtier details that lingered in the shadows.&nbsp; A light smile curling her lips as she looked to him. <br><br><strong>”Thank you Nate...” </strong> She said with a light smile, turning to lightly brush her lips over his cheek in a light kiss.&nbsp; Then she frowned at the thought of forcing him to leave his bed in favor of keeping her out of the bottle.&nbsp; She understood it, and was grateful for the gesture, but he should not be forced to spend the night uncomfortable to keep her out of the bottle for the night.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”You don't have to give up your bed for me Nate.&nbsp; I can easily go back into the bottle if that will be easier....” </strong> It wasn't really the ideal situation for her, however, it sounded better than the pair of them sharing the bed simply so that he won't be uncomfortable.&nbsp; <strong>”Or we can share the bed...”</strong>&nbsp; She looked over it, and it did seem big enough for the pair of them, and it would ensure that he at least slept comfortably. <br><br>Even as she spoke, she lifted her hands, pulling the band free of the dark strands, allowing them to cascade around her features.&nbsp; A gentle sigh slipping free of her lips as the weighty strands were free.&nbsp; <strong>”As for tomorrow, I will figure something out while you are away...”</strong> There was always a possibility of following him to work and seeing what it was he did all day.&nbsp; She was curious of his classes as well, but depending on what he did for work it could be interesting. <br><br>Any further arguing about where either of them were sleeping was cut short as he reached over and grabbed two of those slim things called cell phones. He showed her how to open them, how to light the screens up once more, and then she blinked as he called one from the other...pressing the answered phone into her hand.&nbsp; She mimicked his movement, putting the phone up to her ear, listening to his voice through the earpiece. <br><br>She watched as he walked to the other end of the boat, and then outside, showing her visually that he could be any distance from her and the phone would still allow him to talk to her.&nbsp; <strong>”So if you aren't here and I needed to ask you something I could reach you on this?”</strong> She inquired, speaking through the device, it was still an interesting experience. <br><br>When he answered, and ultimately the phone call was ended, she set the slim, black box on the nightstand once more and waited for him to come reclaim his pillow so that he could possibly go sleep elsewhere. <strong>”You need your rest, I will spend the night in the bottle if I bother sleeping at all.”</strong> She said softly, before she reached into the drawer she'd seen him get a t-shirt out of earlier, grabbing one of them a soft, gray one with writing on it that couldn't be deciphered because it was folded.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”Good night Nate...”</strong> She said as she slipped out of the room, and ultimately headed up into the cooler night air taking in the sights and smells of the pier.&nbsp; She found a place she could settle herself, and simply listened to the sounds of the night.&nbsp; She would remain there until she figured he was a sleep, and then would slip back inside, changing into his shirt she curled up on the hard seating area out front, and summoned her favorite book from inside the bottle.&nbsp; <br><br>In the morning, he would more than likely find her in the same spot, asleep on the book.&nbsp; Wearing his shirt and a pair of panties, nothing more.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 13:19:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basket ball shorts, white t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta beach Bum"<br><hr><hr><br>Nate had shrugged when Kalee discussed the sleeping arrangements wit him. It really, didn't matter to him. He was trying to make her comfortable. But, he was distracted as he showed her the phones. He smiled as he came back inside and she told him that she was going to sleep in the bottle, if she slept at all.<br><br>He watched her get the grey graphic t-shirt. His tongue traced along his dry lips. For a split second, he found himself wondering what she would look like in the over sized shirt. Not that he didn't find her attractive already and not that what she was wearing wasn't already provocative. But there was just something about it that set his mind to wonder. <br><br>He didn't stop her as she slipped from the room, but he spoke. <strong>"You don't have to go to your bottle."</strong> He let her go and then he picked his pillow up and put it back on the bed. Slowly, he stripped down to his shorts. He turned down the comforter and then he sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up the phones and he would take all his numbers off one and put some more minutes on it. He took his time to put his number on it for her. Why did he even have two phones? One was for his friends and the other was for his ex and the lawyer. He'd call them later and tell them he changed his number so they would call his phone and not the one he was giving her to use. Would take her time to learn, but she would.<br><br>After, he laid the phones on the table and he beat on his pillow before he laid back and closed his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 21:36:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Oversized grey graphic t-shirt, red satin and lace panties<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, 7am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>Lids slowly fluttered opened, she stretched languidly and left her book resting on the table.&nbsp; Bare feet slowly settling on the floor as she pushed herself upward.&nbsp; It took her a moment to remember where she was, and recall the events from the night before.&nbsp; A light smile curled her lips, and she was hoping that in time Nate would be willing to actually make wishes and she wondered if he would be the one that would actually free her from the bottle.&nbsp; Either way, they were stuck together until she learned how to survive in this new time, or he made his wishes, or ultimately he freed her from the bottle.&nbsp; <br><br>Running a hand through her hair, she slowly wandered toward the small kitchen and begin rummaging around to see what he had within the cabinets.&nbsp; Though, she could easily attempt to use the modern appliances, which could have potentially bad side effects...or she could simply summon a breakfast for two.&nbsp; <br><br>Carefully balancing the tray on her hip, she moved toward the bedroom – the simple held two plates that were filled with eggs, bacon, toast, two mugs of coffee and a bowl of assorted fruit.&nbsp; Chewing lightly on her bottom lip, she stood in the doorway, watching him as he slept.&nbsp; He was handsome, and she took those moments to take in his bare torso, the musculature.&nbsp; The blankets had curled down around his waist while he'd slept.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”Good morning Nate...”</strong> She said softly, moving to set the tray down on the small desk after shifting his assignment and things out of the way.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>03-01-2015, 03:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basketball shorts, white T-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta beach Bum"<br><hr><hr>Nate's brows pinched together as she spoke, only briefly. But, he didn't move. He simply made a noise, like a heavy sigh. He was not a morning person. If left alone, he could easily sleep until well past noon. His first class didn't start until eight thirty. But he was always up at least an hour before that for a shower, breakfast and to get his things together. So, no sooner than she had said good morning this noise began from a box on his table.<br><br>It was a loud noise, meant to wake the dead, because sometimes, he slept that deeply. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ. His hand shot out and blindly slapped at the device with a groan. "Eh...shut up..." He smacked the snooze button and rolled back over, never opening his eyes even once, still not realizing she was actually there. Of course, he was awake now. He was just being lazy. He didn't really want to get up. <br><br>His arm was tucked under his head, under his pillow, the other resting idle on his side. Something had fallen on the floor in his fight with the alarm clock, a chrome colored band with a single small diamond in the center, but had "Nate" engraved on one side of the diamond and "Sam" engraved on the other side. He didn't lie in bed long, soon slapping the alarm to shut it off before it could scream again as he sat up with another groan and he rubbed his face, then raked his hand through his hair. <br><br>When he finally was conscious enough to notice her, he raised a brow to see her standing there and it took him a moment to remember last night, to remember her. But the food caught his attention shortly after. <strong>"Something smells good..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 06:23:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey graphic shirt, red satin and lace panties<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning, 7am<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>The screaming of that alarm clock nearly had her dropping the tray...why did things have to make so much noise?&nbsp; She had no idea what the hell it was that he'd fought with, half asleep but she'd been greatly pleased when he'd finally made the thing stop it's infernal noise.&nbsp; That was something that would take a considerable amount of getting used to and maybe him explaining exactly what its purpose was. <br><br>She watched as he rolled over, before ultimately shifting so that his hand could hit that box once more and she hoped that it wouldn't be making that shrill noise once more.&nbsp; Then he was sitting upright, still paying her very little attention - which was a bit irritating to begin with, but she couldn't help but let a small chuckle slip from her lips as his first comment was concerning the food she'd made, and more than likely the steaming cup of coffee that rested there, waiting to be passed into his hand. <br><br>She would shift, setting the tray down upon the small table and as she did so, she caught sight of that chrome colored band with the glittering diamond in it.&nbsp; As she bent down, if he looked in her direction he would more than likely get a decent eyeful of her shapely rear in a pair of red satin and lace boy-short panties beneath the slightly risen hem of that t-shirt she'd worn to sleep the night before.&nbsp; <br><br>She would turn to face him fully, the band resting in the palm of her hand, though she'd taken a moment to study the bit of jewelery she'd collected from the floor.&nbsp; <strong>"This fell when you fought with the screaming box..." </strong>&nbsp; She indicated the black box near the bed that he'd ultimately fought with to make it stop its exceptoinally shrill screaming. <br><br><strong>"Nate?"</strong> She started softly, forgetting about the tray of breakfast, and she wasn't entirely sure how her current question would be met but the ring had created more than a few questions and since he already knew quite a bit of her, it would be only fair that she would ask a bit more about him.&nbsp; <strong>"Why do you have a band that is obviously fit for a wedding?&nbsp; Also, who is Sam?"</strong><br><br>She chewed on her bottom lip, curious as to what sort of reception her questions would get, considering that he'd only just woken up.&nbsp; She also reached forward and plucked the mug of coffee off the tray and offered it to him with the hand that did not currently possess the ring - figuring he might need the steaming mug of liquid before he answered her questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 00:34:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basketball shorts, white T-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta beach Bum" <br><hr><hr>Nate did catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye as Kalee leaned over to pick something up from the floor. He turned his head just in time to see a full view of Kalee's back side in nothing but a pair of panties under his t-shirt. Quickly, he looked away, like the gentleman. Was not his place to be seeing something like that, especially of someone he barely even knew and this early in the morning. He reached his hand out in her direction blindly as she said something fell to the floor and she mentioned the screaming box. His eyes turned back to her when he felt it was safe and she wouldn't have her back side mooning him, panties or not. <strong>"An alarm clock. It wakes you up in the mornings when you need to be up by a certain time."</strong><br><br>He looked down to the ring that had been placed in the palm of his hand. His wedding ring. Of course, he was not prepared to answer the questions that followed. He frowned and took the coffee as it was passed to him. <strong>"Samantha. She's...she was my wife,"</strong> he corrected himself as he was telling her about his ex wife. <strong>"But, she didn't want to be anymore."</strong> He shrugged and tossed the ring carelessly over on to the table, as if it was useless and meaningless. He drank down some more of the coffee and then he stood, handing it to her as he moved to grab some of his clothes.<br><br><strong>"We have been going through divorce the last year or so...We were separated off and on before that. About two years. With any luck it will soon be in the past and I won't have to worry about it anymore."</strong> He sighed softly. <strong>"She cheats on me and I'm the one who losses it all...the house, the cars, everything. I'm just glad we didn't have any kids. Imagine that, some kid being out through that?"</strong> He shook his head. <strong>"Yeah...anyway. Sooner she and I are out of each other's hair, the better for everyone. I'm not...myself when I am around her. At least, not who I want to be. We bring out the worst in each other, I think."</strong><br><br>He grabbed a piece of fruit off the food tray and popped it in his mouth before he moved toward the shower. <strong>"I'll eat in a minute."</strong> Eggs would be cold,but it wouldn't matter to him. He'd eat it anyway. <strong>"Thanks."</strong> In the bathroom, he cursed under his breath and in a moment of frustration, bumping in to the wall or what have you. <strong>"Damn it, I wish this sardine can was bigger!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 01:31:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey-graphic t-shirt, red satin and lace panties<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>She stored away the information about the alarm clock, it still didn't mean she liked the sound the damn thing that came out of it.&nbsp; It was disturbing that something so loud would be necessary – however, she did understand the concept of it now that he'd explained it.&nbsp; She had no idea that he'd been gentlemanly when he'd seen her bend for the ring. <br><br>When he spoke of his ex-wife she heard a variety of emotions in his voice, and she wasn't entirely sure what to say.&nbsp; She put the coffee back on the tray and she sat quietly on the edge of the bed as he gathered clothes and started heading toward the shower.&nbsp; The food on the tray, as she hadn't actually cooked it in the small kitchen of the boat, due to the fear of causing damage...as she really had no idea how to cook, would still be hot by the time he got to it later.&nbsp; <br><br>She blinked as she heard him hit something in the small space, the cursing that followed was not exactly what caught her attention, it was the nine words that followed that cursing.&nbsp; Two of which were the most important, the two words that he'd said not a day ago that he would not utter.&nbsp; Frustration it was something that ultimately caused impulsive comments, and she knew that was what this was however, bound as her magic was, she had to honor what it was that he wanted.&nbsp; However, she would do something a bit different, but she had a feeling it would suit him.&nbsp; <br><br>It would take but a light snap of her fingers, and things would shift.&nbsp; The interior of the boat house would be crafted into something more substantial, something with quite a bit more space.&nbsp; The bathroom larger, all the rooms larger, and it wold more than likely going to be a complete and total shock to Nate's system, but what is done, was done.&nbsp; The wish could not be undone once it was cast.&nbsp; <br><br>She bit her lip, knowing well that the reaction from Nate would not be too far behind the completion of the wish.&nbsp; She'd been careful with what she'd done, and ultimately the exterior of the boathouse had gone unchanged, no one from the outside would even know that the interior of the vessel had perhaps doubled or tripled in size.&nbsp; Once the wish was done, she added a couple of finishing touches to the room that provided just a little bit of a feminine touch to the room.&nbsp; Then she waited for what would ultimately come...Nate's reaction to his wish cast in frustration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>07-01-2015, 02:41:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basketball shorts, white T-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta beach Bum" <br><hr><hr>Nate always fought in the shower against the confined space that he dealt with. It was just the way it was. Only so much room and a man needed his space. He groaned as his elbow hit the wall and he had cursed. In the next moment, he was lathering shampoo in to his hair. He had his eyes closed while doing so and he managed to get most of it rinsed before his eyes opened and he saw a much different bathroom set up, standing in the middle of a large walk in shower that was covered in stone. There was large double sink set up with plenty of cabinets and a closed off section for the toilet and there was still room to spare. He blinked several times, rubbed his eyes and looked again to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.<br><br>It took a moment for it to slowly dawn on him that he had made a wish and it had been granted. <strong>"Kaaaaaaaaaaaleeeeeeeeeeee!"</strong> He yelled from the shower as he turned the water off and stumbled out. He grabbed his towel, just to wrap it around himself and cover his dangly bits. But, he was still soaking wet and still had soap on him. The bathroom door swung open hard.<br><br><strong>"Kaylee, what did you do? Change it back, right now. I said no wishes!"</strong> His jaw dropped as he saw the bedroom. It was much larger and a lot more grand with a huge bed, a flat screen tv, a dresser, mirror, separate office area, and a seating area. He walked past her to look out and see that his boat had literally tripled in size. Not only that, was more luxurious than he could imagine. More than he could ever hope to afford in his current state. And he bet the taxes on it would sky rocket. <br><br><strong>"Kaylee...what have you done...I can't afford this. The taxes alone will break my wallet."</strong> His fury had calmed to...disappointment. He raked his hand through his wet hair and only then, realized there was still a bit of soap in it. He looked down at himself, soaking wet and soapy and just in a towel. How silly, he looked. And there was water and soap tracked from the bathroom to where he stood, water still dripping off of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>07-01-2015, 06:19:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Grey graphic t-shirt, red satin and lace panties<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum"<br><hr><br>She was sitting on the bed, legs curled lightly beneath her, still wearing the t-shirt and panties, not having bothered to dress at all.&nbsp; She did flinch slightly when she heard her name yelled from the bathroom before she heard the water cut off.&nbsp; She jumped at the sound of that door slamming into the wall as it was swung open. <br><br>She didn't expect the sight she saw when Nate came stumbling out, a bit of soap still in his hair, and in nothing but a towel...at least he'd managed to get a towel – however she wouldn't have objected if he'd forgotten it as well. <br><br><em>Change it back, right now.</em><br><br>Five words, they made a light pout form on her lips, however there was a light shake of her head.&nbsp; <strong>”I can't change it back Nate.&nbsp; Once a wish has been made there is no changing it.&nbsp; It is how the magic works...once the wish is made I am bound to ensure that is granted.</strong><br><br>She shifted slightly, pushing herself off the bed she moved over to him, <strong>”I did what you wished for Nate, nothing more and nothing less.”</strong>&nbsp; She couldn't figure out the way to tell him that there wouldn't be any sort of impact on his wallet, the whole boat hadn't been changed just the interior.&nbsp; Despite his fury, she knew there was also some disappointment, she could hear it in his voice.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”I'm sorry Nate...I didn't mean to upset you..”</strong>.&nbsp; She said softly, before that smoke would appear and she would retreat to the confines of her bottle.&nbsp; That bottle would be resting on one of the bedside tables.&nbsp; <br><br>The minute she was within the confines of that bottle she sank down upon those thick pillows and fought back the urge to cry.&nbsp; Never before had her doing what she was supposed to brought about disappointment from any of her previous Masters.&nbsp; He'd been nothing but kind to her in the hours she'd been out of the bottle, and she was already starting to like him and enjoy his company even though they were still awkwardly figuring each other out.&nbsp; Unless he summoned her from the bottle again, chances are she wouldn't come out until after he'd left for his classes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 00:57:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basketball shorts, white T-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta beach Bum" - To College - To Siesta Beach to work<br><hr><hr>Nathan frowned as he turned to look at Kalee. <strong>"What? You can't?"</strong> He didn't want to hear that. he wanted it undone.&nbsp; He shook his head. <strong>"I didn't wish for ...this. I didn't mean to make a wish at all."</strong> He sighed and raked a hand through his hair, trying to think of what to do. When she suddenly...sounded like she was about to cry and then puffed in to smoke and went back in the bottle, he frowned. <br><br>Slowly, he walked over to the bottle and looked at it. <strong>"Kalee..."</strong> he looked to his clock and sighed. He didn't have time. He had to get going. So he moved back to the bathroom and make sure all the soap was out of his hair and body. Then, he dried off, blow dried his hair and pushed some styling paste through it before he would grab some dress pants and dress shirt as he got dressed. He had to be presentable, after all. He was going to school to become a doctor and he was currently working on getting in the residency program. <br><br>He would grab his work and put it in his bag before it was tossed over his shoulder and he headed out. When he got outside, he had to paused and take a second look at the outside of the boat. It hadn't changed...at all. It was only the inside. Good. He shut up the boat and then he left, walking out to where his motorcycle was parked. Yeah. He wasn't walking all the way to the college. <br><br>Now, he hadn't eaten her breakfast that she had fixed for him. Too flustered to bother. So, it remained where it sat. And, he would be hungry by lunch, having to grab something from the cafe down the street from the college. Of course, by one, he was heading back to the beach and in to the lock rooms to change from his street clothes to a pair of orange swim shorts. He slathered on some sun block, then grabbed his hand buoy and a whistle before he ran out on to the beach. His partner on duty was already in the chair. So, he climbed up the steps to the watch tower. He moved inside and got the binoculars, before he strolled back out and put them to his eyes to see out and scan the beach as well as the water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 02:38:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts, tank top, flip flops, necklace, bracelets, anklets<br><strong>Time:</strong> Aftenroon <br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On board the "Siesta Beach Bum" to Siesta Beach<br><hr><br>Kalee lingered in the bottle as long as she could, before she once more reformed in the center of the new sleeping area in the boathouse.&nbsp; She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, seeing that he hadn't even bothered to eat the breakfast she'd made for him.&nbsp; Frustrated, she got rid of the food that had long since cooled, she took care of the dishes and paced the interior of the boathouse debating on what she wanted to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't entirely know what to do, and she flipped through one of the magazines that was on the table, debating on the variety of fashion that is shown on the pages.&nbsp; <br><br>Ultimately settled on a pair of denim shorts, a dark blue tank-top, a pair of flip flops.&nbsp; She transformed those cuffs and collar into anklets, bracelets, and a simple necklace – just like she had the night before when they'd gone out to eat.&nbsp; &nbsp;She summoned a simple bag, and in the bag there was a simple lunch for two.&nbsp; She found the cellular phone, the one Nate hadn't taken with him and tucked it into one of the pockets of the shorts.&nbsp; She exited the boat, a little smile on her lips as she saw that the outside was just as it should be since she hadn't intended on changing the exterior of the ship when she'd granted his wish.&nbsp; Even though he hadn't actually wanted the change, it was too late for it to be undone.&nbsp; <br><br>She got directions from someone to the beach, and was soon walking in the sand.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hadn't bothered with sunscreen, and perhaps that was a mistake, but then again the last time she'd walked the beach there was nothing like modern sunscreen to be applied.&nbsp; Soon enough, the heat caused her to pull her hair up into a ponytail, and then a slightly messy bun.&nbsp; <br><br>She flicked her gaze over the towers, watching the lifeguards for a moment, wondering where on the beach Nate was.&nbsp; The bag slung over her shoulder, she soon enough slipped her flip flops off and was carrying them from her fingers as she kept walking, though she moved closer to the edge of the water, letting the crystal clear salt water wash over her feet and ankles.&nbsp; After a few minutes, she walked through the sand once more, stopping to ask one of the lifeguards on the sand where she could find Nate Richardson.&nbsp; She was directed to the area where he was supposed to be working.&nbsp; <br><br>She was in a slightly better mood than she was this morning, mainly because she'd ended up taking a nap in the bottle thanks to the fact that he'd made her cry.&nbsp; Chewing on her bottom lip she caught sight of a figure on the watch tower, not sure from the distance she was at if it was Nate or someone else, she simply continued walking in that direction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 20:58:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ba7/8d9yfedldbcqdbs6g.jpg)</div><hr><hr><strong>Name:</strong>Nathaniel "Nate" Richardson<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Navy Blue basketball shorts, white T-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier - On Siesta Beach to work<br><hr><hr><br>Nathan paused his view of the beach through the binoculars as he saw something that caught him off guard. Kalee was there and walking right for the tower. What was she doing out? Last he had left her, she was in her bottle, probably sulking because he hadn't liked her trick of changing the boat house. He had even not eaten her breakfast. He lowered the binoculars and sat them down on a table that was on the deck of the tower. He, however, didn't move from his position. He simply, waited. When she got to the bottom of the steps, he looked down at her with a raised brow. <br><br>He would have called her phone, but he didn't have his. It was in his locker. So, all he could do was wait and hope that she had forgotten about this morning because, he preferred not to dwell on that, now. When she got close enough that he could be heard, he smiled down at her. <strong>"Hey there, good looking. What are you doing here?"</strong> He even winked at her.&nbsp; If anything, this morning had taught him a lesson about, how he had to be extra careful about wishes. Even the slightest comment, something said off handed could be a real wish and he didn't want to make that mistake again. <br><br><strong>"What you got there?"</strong> He asked her as she got up on the tower with him. He reached out and gripped her hand, helping her up the last few steps. That was when he noticed how dry she felt. He frowned. <strong>"You don't have a bit of sun screen on."</strong> He released her hand and stepped away, reached in on a desk to grab a bottle. <strong>"Put that down and come here. Move your hair."</strong> He wasn't taking no, for an answer. He wasn't going to risk her getting burnt, no matter how naturally tan her skin already was. He squirted some of the lotion out on his palm and sat the bottle down to rub it together in his hands and warm it up, before starting to apply it to her back, shoulders and neck. His hands moved slow, deliberate to layer on the protection for her skin, down her arms even. <br><br>After, he knelt down and squirted more lotion in his hands as he slowly traced his hands from her ankle, up her calf, knee and up her lower and mid thigh until he could go no higher, because her shorts. He would do the same on her other leg, making sure the sunscreen lotion was rubbed in well, but still coating her and protecting her. When he finished, he stood and squirted some lotion on her hand. <strong>"I think you can handle the rest."</strong> He smirked, looking down at her chest briefly. <strong>"And don't forget your face and the front of your neck."</strong> He picked up the binoculars again, looking out at the beach. Was his job to be the hawk, catch things others wouldn't. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>11-01-2015, 21:33:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts, tank top, flip flops, necklace, bracelets, anklets <br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier – Siesta Beach, Lifeguard Tower<br><hr><br><strong>”I figured I would bring you lunch since you didn't eat this morning.”</strong> She said lightly, shifting as she set the bag down at his request.&nbsp; She frowned lightly, sunscreen wasn't even something she'd considered since it wasn't even around the last time she'd been out of her bottle. <br><br><strong>”I'd never had to use it before...it didn't...” </strong> She stopped herself, before she said that it hadn't existed when she'd last been out of the bottle.&nbsp; It was a modern thing that she still had to get used to using.&nbsp; The phone in her pocket was another, and she supposed she could have called him if she'd wanted to, but she doubted now that he had it on him while he was here on the tower.&nbsp; <br><br>She worked the dollop of sunscreen he'd put in her hand over what of her chest was exposed due to the tank top, and upward over the front of her neck and even over her face, closing her eyes to ensure that she didn't get it in her eyes.&nbsp; Once that was done, she let her hands fall to her sides, as she leaned against the railing of the tower, watching him a moment as he worked.&nbsp; She closed her eyes for a moment before she would take a deep breath and once her eyes opened she would settle on him before she would speak. <br><br><strong>”Do you hate me for what I did this morning?”</strong> It was a soft, simple question, but she knew that he'd been angry with her for doing what it was she was bound to do.&nbsp; The words had been said and ultimately she was bound to do what was expected.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>”I know you did not mean to make the wish, but you also have to understand that meant or not, the minute the words are said I have to obey Nate.”</strong> She was careful, speaking soft enough that only he would hear her, knowing well that this was more than likely not the best place to have this conversation, but it was too late for that now.&nbsp; He could either answer her, or brush her off and the second would more than likely not go over well with the genie.&nbsp; <br><br>Even as she spoke, she reached down and picked up the bag and opened it, pulling out a simple container that was filled with a sandwich made with a bit of fresh seafood, spinach, and tomato.&nbsp; There was also a small bowl of fruit and bottles of water.&nbsp; There was a sandwich for each of them, enough fruit for them to share and a bottle of water each. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MaverickKane</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 01:02:03</strong>
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				Nathan smiled. Lunch. He'd already eaten some, but after this morning...he didn't want to turn her offering down. He had to check the scene once more, thus, his return to looking out on the beach and to the water. He picked up a radio near by and spoke in to it, “James, Eagle eyes. I've got a visitor with food.” Over the radio came a teasing voice, “Ahhhh got you a sookie, eh?” The look that came over Nathan's face was not pleasant. “Eyes open, James.” He sat the radio and the binoculars down, muttering, “Asshole.” Yeah, that's what he wanted to say to that guy, but he didn't. Then, he turned back toward Kalee.<br><br>“No, I don't hate you. Why would you assume that, this morning?” He shook his head. He sighed heavily as he leaned against the rails of the deck. “I know,” He said when she said that she hadn't had a choice, but to grant the wish. “I'll just have to be more careful, won't I?” He looked over and winked. Then he glanced toward her, setting out the lunch.<br><br>He walked over and pulled out a chair, waiting. What was he waiting for? He was waiting for her to take a seat. “I am sorry I upset you this morning. My reaction was extreme. I know. I was shocked. I just didn't know what to do, really. This looks really good.” He smiled and would only take his seat once she had. <br><br>“My report was a success...” He figured that she should know how her magically induced writing of his report went over. He was fairly pleased with that. He'd been nervous, really. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>19-01-2015, 01:44:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/37e8/87v438dc1fppdwi6g.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kalee<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts, tank top, flip flops, necklace, bracelets, anklets <br><strong>Time:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Siesta Key, Florida - The Pier – Siesta Beach, Lifeguard Tower<br><hr><br>She listened to the exchange between Nate and someone named James over the radio, she considered asking what James meant when he said he had a sookie, but she chose to hold off for the moment on the question that danced upon her tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>She offered him a light smile as he looked at her and winked, it was good that he didn't hate her and wasn't actually angry at her for doing what she was bound to do.&nbsp; <strong>"Indeed, you'll have to be a bit more careful Nate, but to be honest, I'm glad you finally made a wish, even if it was an accident."</strong><br><br>She settled into the seat, once lunch was set out for the pair of them.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm hoping that it tastes as good as it looks..."</strong>&nbsp; She chewed on her bottom lip, but she did offer him a light smile when he made the comment on his report being a success.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm glad, I won't do any more of your homework unless you absolutely want me to."</strong>&nbsp; She said with an impish grin, <strong>"And you won't even have to wish for me to do it."</strong>&nbsp; She teased, taking a piece of orange from the container of fruit that was between them and popping it into her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;After she finished chewing, she leaned back in the chair, unable to hold off the question any longer, she voiced the question that had been dancing upon the tip of her tongue. <br><br><strong>"What's a sookie?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Genie’s New Master (Maverick &amp; CaedmonEries)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caedy</strong> on <strong>09-02-2015, 10:30:31</strong>
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