In a bottle....
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Nedrek on 09-10-2010, 21:57:55</h2>
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				Title: <strong>In a bottle....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nedrek</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 21:57:55</strong>
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				Jerome was a modern man.&nbsp; lived in a small house just outside the city.&nbsp; Had a comfortable income working from home as a web designer.&nbsp; Polo shirts and shorts were seemingly just his speed.&nbsp; During the night however he could be found in the seedier parts of the city finding his entertainment.&nbsp; Recently he got word that they had dug up some more of a relative's belongings, and since he was the nearest the family decided he should figure out what to do with the stuff. <br><br>Jerome rifled though the box of his great-great-whatever-grandfather's heirlooms.&nbsp; The old man had been rich, but lost it all to the government.&nbsp; Something about tax evasion, or questionable income.&nbsp; Hard to tell, that was back in the day when the tax man didn't send papers, he kicked down your door.&nbsp; Suffice to say the old man died penniless.&nbsp; Crazy too.&nbsp; Spent his days in the asylum rambling about bad wishes and some lamp.<br><br>As fate would have it, right when he thought of that Jerome found a lamp among the belongings.&nbsp; It was old, probably older than anything else in the box.&nbsp; It was some Arabian style deal.&nbsp; Not like you see in the movies, but like one they might have actually used.&nbsp; It looked like there was some writing on it under the tarnish.&nbsp; Jerome tried to buff it with his sleeve to clear it up.<br><br>And that's when things got crazy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a bottle....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keito</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 07:49:43</strong>
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				Ashara stirred from her prolonged nap. She was being summoned. How long had it been? She wasn't sure, but it had been boring that was for certian. Quickly she made herself presentable. Brushing back her long jet black waves she examined herself. <br><br>She was beautiful even by genie standards. Long wavy dark hair. Her skin was only a few shades lighter than her hair. So her vivid green eyes stood out boldly against everything else. She was fond of jewlery like the rest of her kind. She wore three small gold earrings in each ear, a set of golden bangles on her left wrist and a chain anklet with small bells on her right ankle. Her clothes were rather simple, just a silver silk halter-like top that stopped just below her breasts and a pair of matching pants with a golden sash. Like all genies she was barefoot. <br><br>After confirming that she looked at least decent she willed herself to appear outisde the lamp.<br><br>Outside the lamp a a cloud gathered slowly rising before taking the shape of a genie. Ashara looked at the one who summoned her with intrest. She stuided him a moment then looked around. It was nice to be out of the lamp. Though she would go back in soon enough. Finally she remembered her manners. She turned to her summoner with a smile and a bow.<br><br>"Greetings mortal. I am the genie Ashara."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a bottle....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nedrek</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 22:14:13</strong>
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				"Genie?" he said scrambling back a little "Like, three wishes genie?"<br><br>He slowly looked over her body.&nbsp; She certainly fit the bill for a genie, and coming out of a lamp didn't hurt that either.&nbsp; He was as awestruck by her appearance as he was by her method of appearing.&nbsp; He wasn't the type to believe in the supernatural.&nbsp; Having seen no evidence of it before.&nbsp; But still, she had come out of nowhere, or more specifically, out of a lamp.&nbsp; Even in his panicked state, or perhaps in part because of it, he couldn't help but check her out.&nbsp; His eyes looking over her shapely form as he fell back into a defensive stance.&nbsp; He was ogling her when he ought to be sizing her up for a fight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a bottle....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keito</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 22:40:09</strong>
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				Ashara glanced at him a moment a smirk forming on her lips as she did so.<br><br>"You do know its rude to stare right."<br><br>She giggled a bit before smiling playfully at him.<br><br>"To answer your question yes, I will grant you a wish. Only one though not three."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a bottle....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nedrek</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 22:51:49</strong>
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				It had to be a dream.&nbsp; That's the only thing that made sense right?&nbsp; Yeah, some beautiful exotic woman came into his home and offered him a wish?&nbsp; Obviously a dream.<br><br>However...&nbsp; Now that he knew it was a dream he could control it right?&nbsp; And there were always a few things he always liked to do when that happened.<br><br>"What happens if I wish for you?" he said looking back into her eyes.&nbsp; "You're a slave of the lamp right?&nbsp; What if I say I want you to be my slave instead?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a bottle....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Keito</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 16:26:52</strong>
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				Ashara blinked barely able to believe what she was hearing. She knew what would happen, she would be free of the lamp. The thought made her excited and a bit nervous as well. She had been boud to the lamp for centuries this would be a nice change. She met his stare with one of her own.<br><br>"Then I will become your slave instead, though it has never been done before...."<br><br>She ran a hand through her hair a small smirk playing on her lips.<br><br>"Is that your wish then? For me to become your slave?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In a bottle....</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nedrek</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 08:26:16</strong>
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				"Yeah, yeah it is." Jerome said, his eyes scanning over her once more.&nbsp; He climbed to his feet and regarded her in what he felt was a more dignified manner.<br><br>The woman almost seemed excited by the idea.&nbsp; Yep, this was definitely a dream.&nbsp; Though it looked like it might turn out to be a very pleasant dream.&nbsp; This had to be the most realistic one he had ever had.&nbsp; Hopefully he wouldn't wake up too soon.&nbsp; He straightened his jacket, waiting for her to grant his wish.<br><br>"You will see to my needs, but I'm not talking about you being a maid." he said with a smirk "Those bangles are nice, but lets see something a bit more... heavy duty.&nbsp; Use some of your genie magic to conjure up some chains, and maybe a collar."<br><br>He smiled as he stepped closer to her.&nbsp; As far as he was concerned he could treat her any way he wanted, she was just a figment of his imagination after all.<br><br>"Do you have any idea what's going to happen to you?" he said looking into her eyes.<br><br>
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