16 comments/ 69399 views/ 119 favorites Tom's Genie By: bthomas40 Tom's Genie Pt. 02 Chapter 9. Sitting across from Violet and taking the first bite of some apple pie, Tom looked at his grandma, who sat at the head of their round 4 person table and to Tom's left, and asked, "Where is Grandpa today, I haven't seen him, but then again, I was gone kind of suddenly this morning, but even then I didn't see his truck. "He had to work today, but not much, just bidding some jobs for the next few weeks. He also wanted to do a little birthday shopping for you I think. I don't know what he is going to get you, he wouldn't let me in on it, so I was just stuck baking the goodies for you. I'm sorry if it's not enough, son." Tom's grandma looked genuinely sad at not buying him anything, but Tom couldn't have asked for anything more. His grandma's pie was always the best and he had for many years actually believed he could taste the love in them when he ate them. "Grandma, I didn't want anything from anybody this year, I just wanted to be with my family, and the pie is perfect. The best gifts come from the heart, not the wallet. I love you Grandma, and this is perfect." Violet watched as she seen the love shared between a grandmother and grandson exchanged so warmly. She understood now why he was such a warm person, but something about his character still puzzled her. Where did he get such self righteous anger? She would have to ask later if she didn't find out soon. Tom started talking again after he reflected with his grandmother in silence, "Well I'm sure Grandpa will be home soon enough, I want to see him today, but me and Violet have some plans for later tonight." Tom was over halfway through his pie, but Violet was still on her second bite. Tom looked at her and gave her a puzzled look, "Oh! I'm just watching you two is all," and quickly took a bite, which became an explosion of flavors in her mouth. "Oh you do, do ya?" Grandma gave Violet a teasing look, "What are you two kids going to do?" Tom gave some vague details about driving his new car to the city where he could cruise and show off his girl. "Awe, well you kids be careful out there." Tom promised they would then stood and took everyone's empty plates and put them in the sink. Violet stood and they gave an excuse to go off to Tom's room. "Well, I need to get back to tending the flowers anyway, but come say bye before you leave for town tonight okay?" "I will Grandma, I promise," Tom answered as they headed out the door. Violet trailed along, curious as to what was going to happen now. The sugar began to hit her and she became very bouncy next to Tom as they crossed the grass, tugging on his hand while she skipped along. Tom opened the door to his room and led Violet in, then crossed the room and made sure the curtains were pulled shut so no one could see in. Looking at his genie servant hungrily and full of lust he asked, "Are you still willing to please me my sweet lady?" Violet's bouncy happiness, turned to barely controlled lust and seduction, her eyes softening and her lips standing out, awaiting to be touched by Tom's body, "Anything for you my Master," she dipped her head down and performed a half curtsy, spreading empty arms to her sides like a graceful swan then standing back up. "I want you Violet, I want to take you, use you, pleasure myself with your body as you wet yourself with cum from the power I have over you." Tom said, his lust coming stronger now. He loved this girl and he knew it, but he wanted to use her, to fuck her, to hold himself and all of his power over her, over her. "Do as you wish with Master, I am yours to command," She looked at him with her head tilted, her smile warm and desirable. She wanted to please Tom and he felt it. He wasted no more time. Crossing the room, he took her chin in a rough grip and kissed her hard. His tongue didn't come to play, his lips didn't move, she just felt great pressure on her face as his fingers gripped her cheeks. With his left hand he reached around her and grabbed her ass in a tight grip, the flesh bulging around his fingers. She just stood there limply, her arms at her sides, slightly spread like wings as they dangled about her, her mouth pinned into an unmoving kiss, and finally she moaned. Tom broke the kiss and bent down slightly, scooping his hand under the bottom hem and ran his hand up her bare thigh to her lacey panties that covered her bottom. He squeezed again, feeling the partially bare flesh this time, and his cock throbbed against Violet's impeccable hips. He wasn't ready yet, but he would be soon. Tom decided he was going to make Violet get him ready. Tom took his right hand and placed it on her shoulder, then gently pressed down, forcing her to kneel in front of him. She licked her lips in anticipation, and knelt willingly. Without prompting, she began undoing his pants, her eyes never leaving his until he nodded and she pushed them down around his ankles. Violet stared as his cock while his shirt dangled just above it, her mouth beginning to water with the desire to take him in her, the desire to please bursting in her. Tom put a hand on the back of her head and gently pushed her face to his crotch, more than half hard by now. He felt it throb and flop against her cool cheek, her mouth and tongue reaching for it as it did so. After a second of playing with it, Tom could feel her inhale him and began to caress his member with her tongue, the bobbing of her head under his hand becoming seductive in its own right. Tom took hold of Violet's hair by the base of her ponytail and began exercising his control. Using his one hand, he took control of her head and face by regulating the movements she made on his dick, holding her out to tease his head then suddenly he pushed her halfway onto his steel, her mouth opening wide for him. After a moment, he pressed harder, forcing her to take more in her mouth and lastly into her throat. He felt the contraction of her throat as she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed once, taking him down her throat. Tom moaned and throbbed inside of her, and she moaned back onto him, warm vibrations he could feel in his hips. He looked down on her face and seen she only had three quarters of his cock in her mouth. He could almost make out a smile on her face as she met his eyes and worked her lips and tongue on his cock. More, she will take it all, Tom thought to himself and he pressed harder, forcing more of himself into her. She moaned in desire as she swallowed more of him, taking everything he had into her body. He had no idea how she could breathe, but she didn't try to lift up off of him, so Tom just pressed harder. Finally, after another swallow or two, he was buried to the hilt into her mouth and throat, her lips nuzzled into his pubes, which Tom had a thought to trim them up for her, and he pulled on her ponytail, dragging his cock out of her mouth. She gasped for air but looked at him for more. Once he felt she had her breath back a few inhales later, he applied pressure again, and she took her master's cock in her awaiting lips again. Only half burying himself in her, he bobbed her head to massage himself, effectively masturbating himself with her face. He moaned and tilted his head back, placing his left hand on her head while she swirled and twirled her dancing tongue on his cock, licking the underside and each side of his shaft, then spinning tiny circles on his head that forced him to throb in her mouth. Tom's stimulus continued to grow and he forced himself in and out of her faster, fucking Violet's face with his missile. She began to moan with each thrust, Tom's hips beginning to buck with the movement. Tom stopped moving her head, and just held her still while he thrust into her moaning mouth. He made sure to keep his thrusts shallow, halfway or less, because he wanted to cum in her mouth. He didn't care if she swallowed; he just wanted to feel her tongue lap up his seed as it painted the insides of her cheeks. He felt it, that point of no return and his hips bucked wildly, his toes arching hard as he burst inside of her. She kept her face to him, tilting her head to follow his movements as he exploded giant surging streams of cum spewing forth in her mouth and down her throat. He could feel her tongue cup and try to channel his cum as it flowed freely from him. The extra sensation of her cupped tongue wrapping itself like a tube under his cock and starting to thrust the underside of him caused him to squirt more into her. She moaned with the additional amounts of cum coming from him and he could see her swallow it, her throat contracting with the semen. Without stopping, she milked the last of him out; tiny moans coming from him as she did so then cleaned him up with her mouth, throwing in a few extra licks to be a good slave. Tom loved every minute of it, his cock relieved of the giant pressure, but still hard and willing to fuck. He pulled her up to a standing position then led them over to his bed. Maneuvering behind her, he knelt with his face level with her voluptuous ass cheeks and scooped up her dress. As he stood back up, Tom took her dress with him, the red cotton pulling up around her large tits and without ceremony up over her head. She was left in her panties and bra, but that didn't stop him. Moving up close behind her, Tom wrapped his arms around Violet's torso, each hand gripping a teat, massaging in large circles throwing little flicks at her nipples. He throbbed hard against her ass, his jeans still around his ankles. He didn't care; he probably wouldn't even take them off so great was his lust for her. If he became uncomfortable, he would just make her move to suit him. He owned her, and he wanted to own her. Tom's engorged cock throbbed at the thought of Violet actually wanting him to own her and use her. Leaning back, he unsnapped her bra, the garment allowing her breasts to fall limply on her chest. With his thumbs Tom drew it off of her arms as she held them out, completely exposing her mounds on her chest. They were so beautiful, soft and inviting. Tom's mouth wanted to feel them as he looked over her shoulder, his hands desperately wanted to caress them, grip them. So he did, smashing his hands roughly against her chest and pinning her to him. He heard Violet moan, a good moan as his strength came through his hands and pressed her to him. Her cool back warmed to his covered chest. Tom wanted to be completely naked now; he didn't want anything on them at all. If he was going to take her and submit her, Tom wanted to do it all the way. Spinning their bodies around, he sat on his bed and commanded Violet to remove his clothes, which she did quickly, just as lust filled as he was. Unbuttoning his shirt, her mouth kissed his body as it was exposed, her lips climbing his stomach to his chest. He looked down at her while she was bent at the waist completing her task, the large breasts of hers dangling down and swaying with her seductive movements. Tom reach down while she finished the last button off and kissed his collarbone, and fondled her some more. The large round flesh felt so nice in his hand, it turned him on not only in his crotch but also in his mind as he thought to himself, Mine. Tom leaned forward and allowed Violet to push his shirt off of his shoulders then toss it with his jeans. Taking her head in his hand, his fingers lacing themselves in her hair as his thumb roughly rubbed her cheek then Tom stood up and moved behind her again. She stood there, looking over her left shoulder as he got behind her, then she felt his hand in the middle of her back, pushing her over. His other hand, his left hand, snaked around her hips and held them up, forcing her to bend over at the waist, exposing her ass cheeks, anus and still covered pussy. Tom decided to rectify her panties to the floor, so hooking his index finger in the middle of them, he drug them down to the hardwood floor and they were gracefully was stepped out of. Standing back up Tom reached under her legs and planted his whole hand across her mound, feeling the wetness press against him as she moaned again. She wanted him, he could feel it, and he was going to give it to her, hard. He rubbed, back and forth, he rubbed her whole mound and pressing firmly against her hips. She rocked on his stimulation, trying to grind herself on his fingers as they pushed her lips flat against her body. Tom continued to build speed until he was in rhythm with her gyrating hips, and without notice he positioned his hand slightly lower and dipped a finger into her cunt, the lips separating easily. She released a torrent of her silky lubricant all over his middle finger as it probed and explored shallowly in her vagina. She moaned a little harder, but Tom was done playing now. Kicking her feet out gently, he forced Violet a little lower for him, which in turn forced her to arch her back harder for him to be in the perfect position for his throbbing cock. Taking the hilt in hand, Tom guided it to her opening, and with her cool saliva still on it, he dipped into her without warning. As she felt him pierce her hole, she nearly screamed and collapsed on the bed. Halfway in, Tom drew out and left her wanting for a second, then he pierced her again, this time going deeper. Not quite to the hilt, he drew out a second time, then skewered her before her half scream could complete, escalating it to full blown yell of incoherent lusts. Balls deep he thrust, each time, his hands at her waist while he quickly built up lubricant and speed. Violet pushed back on him, pushed back harder, trying to take all of him in with each stroke. He thrust at her with more fervor, trying to outdo her efforts and quickly establishing his dominance once more. Before they could count ten thrusts, his penetrations were drilling her at a rapid pace. She moaned with each one, but did her best to stifle a scream as he smacked her ass from out of nowhere, and used even more force. Her pussy lips swallowed him, gripped him. Violet clamped down on him like a vice as he pounded her pussy, each forceful entry causing her tits to bounce against the bed, her nipples grazing the comforter as they did so. She still pushed back against him, trying her best to time it, the smack of her soft ass on his hips driving her to keep trying to devour him with her cunt. Tom's fingers smashed into her ass cheeks and tightened down on them with muscle bound hands. She could feel him take hold of her and she loved it because as he did so, he took all the work out of her pushing against him and began to pull and push her hips with abandon, more strength in his arms than in her hips. She just let him ride her, moaning and screaming while he did so. He was building pressure now, not near enough to cum, but he could feel it coming from a long way away. Redoubling his efforts, Tom's body began to sweat with all the effort of pounding into Violet, but he forced his speed to continue on. Panting violently, he could feel his chest burn, the air in his lungs not enough but the desire in his loins overpowering as his lust drove him on like a whip across his back. He had to cum again but he had to make her cum again too. He wanted to feel her explode all over him, her pussy tightening around his cock once more when she did so. He ordered it then, the thought dawning on him as he jack hammered into her, "Cum for me my slave, cum for me now." She didn't respond at first, her mind working slow through her pleasures, but seconds later, she shrieked. It was a satisfactory scream of lust, pleasure and relief as her body collapsed on the bed in a near uncontrollable state. Tom felt her against him as she came and he realized he was almost to the point himself, so he did his best to pick up speed again. Using his hands more than his hips, while Violet continued cuming on his dick, Tom finished himself with a roar as he pulled her too him as fast as he could, his blood surging to his engorged member. When he exploded, he didn't just spray fountains of cum in large pulses into her pussy, Tom shot a near fire hose stream into her cunt. As he sprayed the inside of her body, he continued to thrusts, but in short, choppy and widely spaced out movements, not the furious fucking he had completed before. Tom still gripped Violet's ass cheeks and she was propped up in a sort of triangular shape to accommodate him, but she was not anywhere near coherent as he pulled out of her, still cuming in tiny droplets. Letting go of her, he stepped to the bed and collapsed next to her, her hips falling the opposite direction. Within seconds of his dazed collapse, someone began pounding on the door to his room. Quizzically, He got up and slid his shorts on while a second round of vicious pounds began. "I'm coming!" Tom yelled irritably. Opening the door, Tom found his grandmother looking at him with his still sweat slicked puffing from his efforts. "Is everyone alright..." she began, then a light bulb went off in her head as she actually looked at him, then looked over his shoulder at the still collapsed body of his slave girl, "Oh, never mind then." Tom looked over his shoulder then back at his grandma and blushed a deep red as he figured out that he hadn't at all been discrete in his adventures and now he had been caught red handed. "It's not wh-" "It looks like?" His grandmother finished for him, giving him a knowing look and raising one eyebrow. He just looked at the porch and without another word, his grandmother turned away and without looking back she added, "Next time keep your mouths shut, I don't want to hear you two at all." He shut the door and turned back to his bed. Walking to it, he lay down on his back next to Violet, who was coming around to her senses. A smile crept onto her lips as she looked Tom with deep affection in her eyes. He stared back with the same affection. After a while they finally got up and Tom led her to the shower. Once they were all clean and dressed again, the two headed for his shiny new car. Tom's Genie Pt. 03 **friends bear with me and the amount of time it took me to post this new listing. i am consistently doing all i can to make this better, but being deployed and now recently becoming a father, life has taken a busy turn for me. i have not forgotten you my friends and i intend this to be a long story for many to enjoy. please send me feedback, i love reading it good or bad...bthomas40** * Stepping outside was refreshing to Tom for some reason. He couldn't place his finger on why, but it was. Feeling renewed and invigorated, He was ready to be around people, people he didn't know but could learn to get to know. He was going to the big city tonight, and Tom was ready for it. Looking at his vehicles, Tom knew he would have to do something about the truck and trailer. He knew he could make the trailer go away by explaining that he had just borrowed it and then have Violet take it away, but he didn't want to do that now. "Wait here for a minute Violet, I'll be right back," he said, turning to talk to her then dashing off to his truck. Climbing into the seat, he started the truck and pulled it all the way forward, pulling all the way into the road. Running back to his black beauty, Tom pulled out wheel ramps from his trailer he had just wished had been there then undid the 4 straps that held the car in place. Jumping in and starting it he realized he had wanted to savor the magical sound of his giant engine throbbing under the hood, but knew he couldn't at the moment. He would later though. Putting the car in reverse, he rolled it as gently as he could back onto the driveway, smoothly setting it down and parking it a safe distance from his truck. Hurriedly putting it the car in park, Tom didn't even bother to shut it off, not that it mattered in the first place, as he sprinted back to his truck. Putting the truck into reverse, Tom as gingerly as he could he parked the trailer in the grass next to his room, placing it between the garage and the road. After that he proceeded to unhook the trailer and, no longer in a rush, parked his truck in its normal spot under the carport next to his front door. Violet just watched as he completed his ballet of parking, wondering at his fast movements and quick motivation. She wondered where he got his burst of energy for a moment, but decided it was likely just a desire to leave. Walking to the middle of the circle drive, Tom admire his parking job for a moment and realized he was probably going to get his butt chewed for putting the trailer in the grass, but knew he would have if he had left the trailer in the driveway so he gave up worrying about it. Turning to Violet he asked her, "Ready to be around more people?" Walking over to his outstretched hand she answered confidently. "Naturally Master, anything I can do with you is always fun." Tom beamed, he was happy. For some reason he was just completely happy. A magical wish granting sex genie can do that to you he thought to himself. Quiet settled over them while he basked in the gloriousness of becoming a man with so much power and an ever growing imagination. He felt free, liberated from some oppressing feeling that seemed to come from nowhere at all. Tom's eyes brimmed with tears for a moment as he thought of how much he was enjoying himself. Suddenly, his god like emotion was struck down by one thought. I don't deserve this kind of happiness. He felt that he didn't, he had done nothing to earn it, or make himself special. He hadn't even done something noble or right, or possibly wrong enough to be of note to somebody unearthly. If genies could exist, granting wishes and desires and possibly creating good things in the world, he supposed demons could exist just as well to twist things to the other side of the spectrum. Life was balance and he knew that. Setting his jaw he had a very firm thought next as incoherent thoughts of evil fluttered threw him, I will deserve it. Looking at his gently rumbling new car, Tom finally took notice of his newest physical prize. It was a beauty of car perfection, with the long sweeping lines, and polished to mirror shine black paint. It nearly took Tom's breath away when he realized he actually owned the car. It was impossible to think about, something so awesome being his, so effortlessly. Turning to Violet, she spoke before he could, "Let's go pick up chicks!" Her glee seemed to match his for a moment as they walked to the car, but a childlike uncontrolled giddiness quickly outpaced him to a moment of extreme. He walked to the passenger side and again opened the door for his magical friend, seating her in the black leather bucket seat. Running to the other side, Tom took his place in the cockpit and just stared in wonderment as he gripped the steering wheel. The bucket set sat him rather low in the car, the long nose sticking way out, but the leaning seat made it feel like a missile, ready to be unleashed for destruction. Pulling the automatic gearshift into drive, Tom felt the car shift and lurch forward an inch. As the rumbles of the engine dipped a little under the load, he eased out on the brake and idled out of the driveway and onto the pavement. Being as nice as he could to the gas pedal, he gently pushed down and felt the car pick up speed. The rpm's of the car stayed rather low, but he could almost feel the car's irritation at him for not pushing it harder. This was a car built for speed, built for full throttle acceleration and he was being nice to it. The car didn't seem to agree with him at first. Tom made a point of getting a good distance away from his grandparent's house, and then after he made a long coasting corner at a measly 35 mph, He came to a complete stop and looked at Violet. "Are you ready?" "Will you stop asking that Tom?" Violet asked politely. She smiled in annoyance and Tom felt slightly embarrassed as he realized he had been asking the question all the time and hadn't actually done anything of note. It had been a more of a question for himself than for her, he realized. Looking back at the road, he gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and with one foot on the brake and one on the gas, he revved the engine up. It roared loudly in response. Suddenly Tom punched the gas and felt the car scream its battle cry as the rear end of the car broke traction and in a loud screeching of melting rubber the car's rear slid sideways. Tom counter steered to match as the speed slowly picked up while the torque of the car tore into the pavement. His blood pumped hard in his ears for those first few seconds, his knuckles turning white while he held on for the ride. Realizing that he had to let up on the throttle for the car to actually go somewhere fast so the tires could grip the road, Tom let up gingerly on the pedal and like a screaming maniac they leapt forward, the car straightening out on the road. This section of the road was straight and fairly smooth for a little over a mile so Tom stayed in the throttle. The speedometer quickly crept past 60 then 70 mph. Looking back at the road he could feel the acceleration tearing at his senses. Tom had never driven at this kind of acceleration and it scared but thrilled him at the same time. Glancing down on the gauges he seen the speedo was over 110 and out of reaction he let up on the throttle, letting the car coast down to 60 so he could take the next turn safely. Finishing out the straight stretch with a feathered throttle, Tom looked at Violet and noticed her beaming and her fingers digging like claws into the seat, but she said nothing. Tom felt words weren't necessary; it wasn't like a big burnout needed any, but now he knew he could do it. He didn't even notice how quick the drive was while he drove the charger into town. Stopping at one of the few gas stations, Tom parked the car and got out. Violet stood up too, and he noticed that she had on her red dress again. It was a hot dress admittedly, but it wasn't what he wanted her to where for where he was going. "Hold on, get back in the car for a second," he said, and followed his own orders. Sitting in the car, he looked at her and started thinking of what she should where. An idea struck him suddenly, "Would you mind if I changed your clothes?" "Oh Master! Certainly!" and Violet turned around for Tom to begin undoing her zipper. Smiling Tom grabber her shoulder and turned her to face him, "No, not like that, can I make you wear something else?" She looked sad for a moment then asked her question "Is it sexy?" "Slutty even," Tom answered grinning at his idea. "My favorite, then what is it?" "I want you to wear a short faded denim skirt with fraying edges..." Violet's outfit disappeared and she sat in his car topless with a skirt fitting his description, "And a white tank top," he said in an instant rush as he stared at her round tits. Their perkiness was covered by an undershirt style tank top. It barely held her cleavage in. Her nipples were hard and visible through the tight shirt, poking at Tom and begging to be squeezed. He felt his dick lurch in his jeans at the sight. Those made him decide to add the final piece. "Add a black lacey bra to cover those nipples before I pinch them." Violet thrust her chest out at him, daring him to try his fingers. He did so out of reaction and just as his hand got to her breasts, the bra covered them up, removing access to his prize. "Hey, you cock tease!" Tom declared but he smiled and laughed. "Okay, now we can go in the store." They both stood up out of the car and walked to the front of the car to go inside hand in hand. Leading her in Tom went straight to the bottled beverages, allowing Violet's eyes to wander the store. Grabbing himself a Monster energy drink, he looked around for a moment, then at her and decided to get her a dr pepper. Everyone liked dr pepper, so surely she would too, but he knew she wouldn't like his drink and didn't want to share it anyway. Most females he had ever seen didn't like the blue ones if they liked any at all, so soda was a safe bet. Pulling her gently to the counter without a word from her, Tom checked out handing the cashier a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and gave her the soda. She took it wordlessly and they walked out to the car, where he deliberately didn't seat her this time, and let her get her own door. Tom watched carefully for any sign of remorse or negativity at all, but she didn't seem to mind. He started the Charger and drove out onto the highway, gunning the throttle and fish tailing the car as he did so. Proceeding out of town, Tom began imagining the events for the night. Tom wanted to take her out to eat, to a nice restaurant as in a normal traditional date. But it was only late afternoon. Dinner, especially a nice dinner, should be later, not now. He wondered what they should do now. He liked going to small concerts for local bands, and knew of a couple he liked, but didn't know if they were playing tonight, and besides, it was too early for that as well at the moment. They had left the little town behind a few miles back and the charger was cruising along at a good speed of 75 mph. The speed limit was 60, but most people did 70 or above because the highway was almost a pure straight stretch to the city. Looking around at the rolling hills and farm houses spread out along the road at spaced intervals. He enjoyed the scenery, despite it being so familiar, as his mind ventured forth for ideas. Violet's hand crept into his while she rode next to him, "Master, may I ask you questions?" "Of course, never be afraid to ask a question," he responded. "What are those things out there, the buildings with odd colors and stuff around it? Oh, and those big round black things?" she said pointing to a trampoline in someone's acre large front yard. "It's a trampoline, you jump on it and it sends you way up in the air. And those things are houses, people live in them." He told her. "And the things with wheels are cars, like this one?" "Yes, and some trucks, vans, minivans, things like that. They all serve the same purpose but with a slightly different style." "Okay, cool," she said and she looked back out the window. Tom waited for her to ask more questions, but she was silent once more while he drove. His mind began to wander again, looking for more ideas of things to do. Tom looked glanced over at her and his breath was removed by her beauty once more. He could feel the air catch in his lungs as he forced himself to inhale, and after a second he was able to focus again, but the rush he felt was overpowering. He still couldn't get over how awesome he felt. Sipping on his Monster, Tom realized part of his uplifted mood was likely in part due to the energy drink. It had varied effects on him depending on the situation and his mood, but when it hit him right, he felt like he did right now, Tom felt pure ecstasy. When they arrived to the city, it was late afternoon, the drive having taken a large chunk of the day from them, but Tom didn't care. Taking the first exit that lead into the city, they began driving west on a main street. A Wal-Mart past them on his left and he made a left at the intersection, heading south again. Violet watched as modern civilization passed her by, her face nearly glued to the window. "Roll the window down; take a deep breath of the city Violet." She glanced back at him and then began rolling the window down. She took a deep breath while he cruised along at an even 45 mph on the main road. Car lots and gas stations went by, a muffler shop with a car that had been turned into a large muffler itself, a brick fire station with big yellow fire trucks getting washed outside in the sunshine. Turning down a side street at a red light, Tom crept into a historical residential part of town on a street named Walnut. Old 18th and 19th century Victorian style houses surrounded by huge green oak and maple trees with several college age kids walking, running, biking and driving all around them as he drove. Tom noticed many of the people he seen that actually looked up from their own lives stared at his car, stared at him, and most of the guys stared at Violet as she hung her hair out the window. Passing the college football stadium, Tom drove through a yellow light a cut up a side street that put them into an even more historical part of town. They were now driving through the foundation of the city where the roads became 19th century cobblestone. After a block they passed one of Tom's favorite places to hang out on Sundays, the Brewery. It was the local brewery for beer when the town was founded and still brewed its own, if unpopular, flavor of beer. Tom didn't like to drink, but on Sundays they let anyone with id play pool for free, all day, as long as there were tables free. He enjoyed pool very much. The building itself was a two story red brick building with wrought iron terraces surrounding the second floor. The parking lot was small, only enough for a few cars, but many lined the streets around downtown often to get into the Brewery, and the other bars and clubs in the surrounding area. Jutting out of the back of the building was an open wooden deck, added on within the last couple of years for patrons to enjoy the outdoors along with their drinks and food. It was a great place for gathering friends together. Idling past the building, Tom decided that was not where he wanted to go. Accelerating past the next intersection, he came to a 4 way stop and made a right turn, making his way onto South Street. South Street was the street where most of the clubs were, with 4 on left side and 3 on the right. They were mostly places that didn't allow 18 year olds in, being 21 and over clubs, but one that he really liked, was the Outland Ballroom. It was another two story building, almost all of the buildings around them were, with the Outland bar on the 1st floor, and the Ballroom on the second. It was an awesome place that Tom had been several times in the past to see his favorite bands live, but what made it awesome was the fact that they almost always had all age's shows despite having a bar just feet from the stage. This was where he wanted to end his night. He just had to hope a band was playing tonight and that it was a good band. Cruising past it the Outland, they went through another 4 way stop, and idled onto the original government square, now converted to a public hang out spot with buildings new and old, renovated and crumbling surrounding it. Many of the buildings had been turned into loft apartments for college students, expensive leisure living advertised as furnished bargains close to the best part of town and located close to the university campus.; The car made a gentle rolling right turn, the road around the square actually being a square with streets running in all 4 cardinal directions. The Square itself was another great place to be because it was probably the only place where masses of young adults gathered and didn't get hassled at all. Police cruised the area usually, but as long as no one was dying, they didn't stop. The square itself was a depression in the ground with brick paving from the early 1900s, about 3 feet below street level with a concrete wall bordering the sides. A wide swath of grass was between the street and the square itself, with a few single maples dotting the rolling ground. There was a ramp leading out of the square for emergency vehicles on the west side, just wide enough for a fire engine to get in if necessary and occasionally you could find cops parked in the middle of the square, keeping a vigilant watch. The important factor of today was the fact that people were there. Tom didn't know why but he could see the groups of people standing around among the trees, several groups smoking together, or just standing and talking. A ball bounding into the air from the middle of a gaggle of teenagers caught Tom's eye and he realized that it was hacky sack. Hacky Sack? He thought to himself then he noticed the kind of people that were around the square. They're Rockers! Many guys had long hair, or wore spiked ball caps; he saw several with piercings in various places in their faces and women sporting band t-shirts tied up above their navel. Chains hung from wallets, and even a few sported the ever popular trip pants from the local mall with huge chains hanging everywhere. The hacky sack he had spotted earlier flew wildly into the air again and Tom realized he was nearly stopped. Giving the car a little gas, Tom took the next turn off of the square and made a few turns until he was entering a parking garage. Circling to the top, he backed carefully into a spot between two large SUV's, and exited the vehicle. Violet followed wordlessly, but put her hand into Tom's as they walked to the stairs to go down. They crossed the street and walked passed a hole in the wall Chinese restaurant, directly to the actual center of town, the square itself. Walking to the crowd of people playing at footbag, or hacky sack as it's commonly known, he carelessly asked, "Mind if I join?" "Sure!" was the unanimous response from a couple of guys close to Tom, and they made room for him in the loose circle they had going. It was a large circle of people, eight people in all. The hacky sack they passed leisurely between them was a knit one in the style of an eight ball. After getting the ball and successfully passing it to the others in the circle, he noticed a couple of people were wearing Drowning Pool band shirts and he had to ask what he felt was a dumb question. "Is anyone playing tonight?" The guy to Tom's left responded, stalling the footbag on the toe of his foot as he did so and looking at Tom, "Drowning Pool is at the Outland. Show opens in a couple of hours." Tom's Genie Pt. 03 "Awesome, do you know how much tickets are?" Passing the bag to the guy behind Tom, his neighbor answered, "$15 at the door with id, $20 for minors." It didn't get much better than that, Drowning Pool was probably Tom's favorite modern rock band and he could easily afford the tickets with the cash in his wallet. Perfect. Tom beamed, "Sweetness." The hacky sack randomly sailed over Tom's head from a kick by a tightly jean clad girl across from him, and he threw his leg backwards to attempt to save it from dropping the pass. He missed by a few feet, but Violet soccer ball kicked it back into the circle where it fell next to the girl who had kicked it originally. She jumped up and down, her tits bouncing in time in the white tank top, and she clapped her hands together, exclaiming a loud "YAY! I got it!" "Here," Tom said, moving over to expand the circle and holding his hand out to the spot next to him for her to join, "You want to play?" "I don't know how," she whined, suddenly scared by the attention. "Come on, I'll show you. Don't be embarrassed, everyone starts somewhere." "Okay..." she said reluctantly and she entered the circle. All the guys' eyes flashed immediately to her bare legs and jean skirt, waiting for that instant moment of gratification when they would see her panties. Tom smiled at having a girl everyone wanted a piece of, but slight jealously kicked in as he thought about all those guys looking at her. He felt protective over her, but let it go. She was his and he knew it. Tom tossed the hack at her, serving her the ball and she managed a weak kick that put the hack in the middle of the circle. "Hey, alright!" a few of the guys said, cheering her on. It was picked up and everyone else began hacking the ball around with it passing all around them, Violet managing a few weak kicks. Tom managed to show her how to do an instep kick, bringing the inside of her foot up in front of her. While passing the time, waiting for the ball to come to the two of them, two more girls came over and joined the circle while a few of the guys left. One of the girls stared directly at Tom while he hacked and stalled the ball on his boots. He took interest in the girl and after passing the hack, he met her gaze evenly. She was a small girl, with a narrow waist and thin hips, and she couldn't have been more than a hundred pounds. Her breasts were small and round, held in a blue shirt that clung to her entire torso and her face spoke of youth to Tom. Her hair was straight black with bangs that framed piercing eyes rimmed in dark eyeliner. Her tongue licked her upper lip while she slowly took Tom in. Getting pegged in the chest with the hack, Tom's starring contest was lost and he almost dropped the hack. He managed to roll it up his knee, toe pop it into the air then stall it on his toe. Looking dead at the girl he saw her cocked eyebrow before he passed it to the guy next to her. She seemed slightly impressed and amused Tom thought. Want to know what she is thinking Master? Violet's seductive voice rang in his head while he looked at the new girl across the circle. Yes I do my slave girl, please tell me. She is attracted to you, but thinks it a little silly to show off with this game. I personally think that it was hot, but I think everything you do is hot. Do you want me Violet? Tom asked. He knew the answer but wanted to hear it, or in this case feel it, for himself. I breathe for you Master. Tell me what you wish... He noticed his throbbing hard on immediately and knew he had to get off. It was all he could think about now, and as his cock grew in his jeans, the new spectator noticed, looking directly at it through his pants. Tom didn't mind, "let her look," he thought. She is starring at you, but has underestimated your size though; I think she would be pleasantly surprised if you desired to show her Tom. My loyalty lies with you Violet; I don't want to violate that. I would feel guilty for as long as we were together, but thank you Violet that was a good piece of information you gave me. I want my cock sucked off badly and I think I would like you to do it, would you mind? Tom cared if she cared, but he wanted his sexy kitten and now. He was throbbing because of her. He truly enjoyed the idea of being wanted by someone openly. Violet thought for a moment before answering, speechless for a mere second Of course not. I would love to taste you on my lips and tongue Master, should I do it right here? Taking Violet's hand, Tom bid the circle goodbye and walked away, his space closing up as her walked away. She looked up at him with doe eyes, large and innocent. The vixen was trying to feign innocence. He would let her while she still could. They walked to the parking garage in a hurry and after waiting on the elevator, they proceeded into it. Hitting the 4th floor button and leaning against the wall, He was pinned to the handrail by Violet as she began kissing and sucking on his neck. Her tits pressed firmly against his chest and he could feel her bra straps fall easily down her arms. The elevator dinged open and she released him from the loving grip she had on him. Walking to the car, Tom dug out his keys and unlocked the driver side door and opened. Holding his hand out for Violet and the driver seat forward to open up the back seat, he said, "Well ladies first," and gestured for his girl to get in. Violet climbed in, taking the passenger side of the backseat. Shutting the door to his car, Tom looked at the vixen. Violet reached a hand over his hard dick running down his left pant leg. She had to twist and reach which caused her large breasts to press into the back of the seat, forcing them into a squished lopsided position. At seeing her tits nearly out of their place and revealed once more to him caused Tom to throb hard against her motionless fingers. With her free hand propped up on the back of the seat, Violet reached down and began rubbing her closest breast, flicking the hardening nipple through her tank top and bra. With her one hand Violet undid Tom's pants and drove her hand beneath them, feeling the skin of his shaft. Encircling it in her grasp, she squeezed it lightly over and over, building pressure and tension in his muscles while continuing to rub her own breast and nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Tom leaned back to watch and feel the show tilting his head back and relaxing. Leaning over and practically laying across the seat, Violet placed her head and mouth near Tom's genitals in preparation for her coming duty. With his own hands, Tom now ran it idly up and down Violet's thighs, occasionally squeezing her skirt covered ass cheeks. Unfolding her legs from the floorboard, Violet bent them up the inside of the car and invited him in to play with her by spreading her thighs and looking back over her shoulder at her trailing tease then back into Tom's eyes deliciously. While Violet continued to squeeze on Tom's hard on, switching hands for better position, Tom slid his hand up Violet's denim skirt to begin feeling her pussy. Letting out a controlled purr of satisfaction, Violet unsheathed the sword in her hand and placed a ginger kiss on the tip of it. Tom witnessed as the girl in his lap took the first folds of skin in her mouth pleasurably, and began to work her lips and tongue around the tip of his steel. Tom watched and felt every caress and lick with growing satisfaction and pleasure. He felt her coil her tongue around him inside her mouth, sucking and pulling as her head and neck dipped. She began sliding lower and lower onto him, running the point into her gag reflex to produce more saliva on his body. After a few gags, she lifted off and began a parade of instant joy on his cock. He couldn't take it at all and after a few head dips, Tom said breathlessly "I'm cumming," and his hips bucked up hard, forcing his dick into the back of her throat a few times. As he erupted, a low scream echoing inside the car, she stayed put on his shaft and received every drop she could. He felt her tongue tickle and feel along his cock, accepting his fluid into her mouth without hesitation. She swallowed his load and caressed him for more, doing her best to milk him for all he was worth. With shame and quilt, Tom went soft in her mouth. He watched as Violet didn't once stop her sucking of his member, but she did gently slow and eventually sit up. Before he could say anything with the guilt on his face and the shame in his eyes, she looked at him and smiled, "That was wonderful Master, and you were wonderful. When can I do that for you again?" To his speechless amazement, Tom just smiled and all he could muster was a quiet, "Soon." "Yay! Did you enjoy it Tom?" "Yes I did, very much so, but I didn't last too long did I?" sheepishness crept into his voice. "You were perfect Master, and tasted wonderful. I can't wait to please you again, can I try now?" Taken aback at her insistent eagerness, Tom just replied with a curt, "Not yet." "Okay," was all she said and she sat there in his lap, her tits pressing against his thighs while she rested on her side. After a short awkward moment Tom finally gave up and asked, "Will you put me away? I'm hungry and want to get something to eat. Are you hungry?" "Famished Master." "Okay, let's go eat then." Violet zipped him up and did his belt for him, then they got out of the car and took their spots in the front seat. Tom's Genie "You ok there?" Shaking his head to throw off his daze Tom answered honestly, "Ya...yeah, I'm good, you just look wonderful," Without blushing Kelly replied, "Thank you Tom, that's sweet." She reached out her hand and offered a birthday card to him, "Here you go, picked this up for you." "Awe, no way! You didn't have too, you coming was present enough." He was much too excited than he should have been, the thought of him being in her thoughts outside of when they were looking at each other an impossible concept to him. He was too distracted to notice her funny look that seemed to say, 'Okay, calm down, it's just a card.' "Oh I know, but I wanted too," she said, finally laughing at him a little. Tom took the card from her and looked at it in the now darkness, not even enough moon light to see by, "Let's go inside and I'll read it there." Kelly walked in front of him when Tom turned and gestured with a goofy bow towards his door. She laughed a little when she went passed more music to his ears, and once she was in front, he couldn't help but stare at the sway of her hips. Just before she got to the door, Kelly looked over her right shoulder and caught him staring, but only giggled when he looked at her eyes bashfully, 'CAUGHT' screaming through his head when she did. He opened the door for her while blushing, and let her in first; the boys stopping there game long enough to say "Hi Kelly," in almost perfect unison, then going back to their race. "Are you hungry? My grandma made pizza, but we ate it all, I'm sure I could get something good for you though," "Nah, I ate already, but thanks," Tom had noticed she had gotten there later than he had expected. Tom offered her the computer chair seeing as how the boys were absorbed in the game, and he sat opposite her on his bed, where he tried starting small talk with her. After a few awkward questions from him and her, they were both looking at their feet in wondering what to ask next. Finally she broke the tension, "Got any beer?" Tom was shocked at the question, he didn't drink based on principle, but had never thought this would come up. His lack of planning for a party certainly did put an obvious damper on the fun for her though, he hadn't thought of anything to actually do at his party. Tom had known she was bored; he wasn't a super interesting person unless you knew about fantasy books, or comic book heroes or some other nerdy thing, but had hoped she was interested in him enough to want to at least be around him to get to know who he was. Alcohol had never even crossed his mind until just now. "No, sorry, I don't drink," He answered a few seconds later. "...even try..." Tom caught one of the boys whispering to the other, and then they both laughed. He figured they were making fun of his efforts at courtship and even expected a little bit of fun heckling, especially later on at work, but didn't think he would catch them doing it. "What did you say?" fury creeping into his voice. Brian turned around, and looked him square in the eye and said boldly, "I was saying to John that if you didn't have beer, then I don't know why you would even try, the only way she would fuck you is if she was drunk, birthday or no." Instantly Tom was furious. Sleeping with Kelly was certainly on his lists of fantasies, but not tonight's agenda. Brian's bluntness was shocking, but inexcusable. Tom thought he could turn the tide on this though if he kept his cool and showed her that he was a respectable man, and deserved her affections. His response was delayed, but quick in delivery, "I have no intentions of sleeping with Kelly tonight, and I have no desire to celebrate my birthday in a drunken stupor fumbling with my own cock like most people would." "Listen here you smart ass pussy, this ain't no party, this is just a chance for you to get to her while we sit here and watch. We all know that, including her. I'm sure you've heard how easy she is and that's why she's here. She knows it, I know it, John knows it, and if you don't, you're a moron." Tom had it, flying off the bed in a red hot rage; he stepped deliberately to Brian and threw his weight into a hard knuckled fist, crashing into Brian's face. Brian's weight fell off of the couch and into the floor, where he quickly recovered and leapt over the futon, clearing it with a springy ease, and crashed into Tom's chest. Tom easily took control of the fight, his back being the best position he could be in. Tom had watched a few cage matches on cable, and since watching them had figured out a few techniques with some random cousins at even more random family get togethers. Once on the ground and Brian on top of him, Tom's legs flew out and around Brian's abdomen, his ankles locking tightly together in a position known to many MMA fighters as guard. Brian wrestled to stand but Tom kept control of his arms by holding his wrists, keeping his weight down and Brian away from the ability to punch Tom. Brian tried rolling out of Tom's guard, twisting to Tom's left. Tom used the weight shift to his advantage and threw Brian's left hand down and passing his right leg out and around it, placing his leg across Brian's shoulders. Not understanding what was happening Brian tried using his hands to push off of Tom's chest. With one leg already up, Tom just threw his knee over his outstretched foot, effectively placing Brian in a triangle choke, using Tom's thigh and Brian's own shoulder to cut off the blood supply to his brain. Brian freaked out and started throwing his hands everywhere while Tom clinched in tight, doing his best to pick up Tom's entire body weight but unable to do so. Dodging most of the blows easily, Tom's hands were free, so between wild shots from his opponent, Tom took his free ones from the ground, firing short choppy punches to Brian's eyes, hoping to black them so that it would leave a mark and hopefully a lesson. Kelly just watched in dumb amazement while this nerdy farm kid she thought would be funny, if not exactly fun, to hang out with, choked out one of their coworkers like he was a simple farm animal. She couldn't believe what Brian had said, despite the truth in what he had said, because it had been so blatant. John just enjoyed the fight. He actually wished he had some popcorn because he knew Brian's mouth was going to get him his ass kicked one day; he just never thought it would be Tom that did it. Watching the 6th and 7th blow land on Brian as Tom erupted from the floor like a volcano of punches; John couldn't help but be impressed with his ability. Finally, Brian went purple in the face enough that he went limp and his whole body relaxed. Tom instantly let up his grip, allowing Brian to breathe again, and the blood back to his brain. Bruises began forming in seconds around Brian's face as he lay crumpled on the floor Tom hadn't noticed while wrestling, but he was covered in sweat and was panting with his own breath. He stood up and staring at Brian, he didn't know what to do next. Kelly broke the silence the long silence, "Why did you do that?" The question shocked him, and Tom gave her a confused look, "Wha...?" "Why did you hit him and choke him out like that?" His plan at being a hero for her affections in defending her honor just backfired on him. He just lost her and he knew it, but he didn't quite know why. "Because..." Tom sat on his bed in the same spot in a huge panting of breath, "Because I will....not allow him...to insult you...or me like that in my house." Kelly thought about this for a moment before she answered, "So, you beat him up because you were insulted at the fact that he pointed out what you were doing?" Tom was even more confused. He hadn't actually wanted to sleep with her right away, he wanted to show her more respect than that, but Tom had the feeling she wasn't used to respect and didn't know how to handle it, "NO! I hit him because he basically called you an alcoholic slut in my house. I like you Kelly, a lot, and I want to show you that, and show you the utmost respect because of that, sleeping with you was not my intention, at least not right away." Brian was recovering on the floor now, rubbing his neck and choking out breaths, but wasn't speaking. Kelly looked puzzled, but only muttered an, "Oh..." Kelly turned away from him and looked at the floor, her face a window of concern. Brian got roughly to his feet and walked out the door without saying anything. He opened it and shut if behind him without a word, a few seconds later he heard his car door open and shut and then he was pulling out of the drive. John stood up and did the same, but he at least murmured a "See ya later guys," before he left unceremoniously. That left Kelly just standing there and looking at her feet, confusing Tom all the more. "Tom I..." she began, before choking up a little it looked like. Tom was studying her intently, looking for any kind of victory for him in her eyes, anything to show him that he had somehow come out of this bad situation with any hope of her affections. "Tom, you are obviously a great guy, I don't know of anyone that would do that for me, defend me like that, but..." Tom didn't need her to finish what she was going to say. He may have one this battle, but he had lost the war, his prize out of reach now either because she was scared of him, or didn't know how to handle someone's respect for who she was. He wanted her to finish what she was going to say for his own closure though. He knew enough about himself to know that. "But I don't like you like that. You are too good for me..." and with that she walked briskly to the door and left, turning back from the door to say, "...goodnight Tom," and she was gone, her car pulling away from his house before he even realized. In silence he just stared at the door for long moments, and then Tom cried. Standing there in his room, in the same spot as when he had won his battle against Brian, feeling utterly stupid for even having hit him. He did his best to control his sobs, but his tears still cut paths down his cheeks, a few falling from his chin to the floor. He couldn't fathom the idea that a woman thought he was TOO good for her. What the hell does TOO good for her entail? A god maybe? He certainly was no god, but any woman he would be with he knew he would do his best to treat her like a goddess, that's how he thought women should be treated, at least through courtship. 'Too good for her,' kept ringing through his head, and he finally walked around the couch and sat down. Looking at the TV screen and noticing that the game was where the guys had left it before his attack, so he cancelled the race, shut off the game and went to his bed where he stretched out to look at the ceiling, thinking about what on earth Kelly, or any woman for that matter, would consider too good themselves. Standing up and fumbling with the thermostat, Tom made it cooler in the room, then stripped and went to the shower. "Fuck it, I'm going to bed," he mumbled to himself. The echoes seemed to die hollowly in the room, haunting him for a moment. In the shower he cleaned himself up, and once he was done, still thinking about what he had said or did to make Kelly think he was too good for her, a knock came at his door. The firm rapping left Tom to believe it was a man, but it certainly wasn't his grandfather, he usually knocked and came in, assuming Tom was always decent. Right now he wasn't though, so grabbing a quick pair of shorts from the closet he threw them hastily, not even straightening them, and then answered the door shirtless. A tall man in a deep maroon business suit with a red tie and brown shoes stood in his doorway, a small smile playing under his well groomed full Manchu. "Hello Tom," was all he said. It was a warm voice, full of happiness, but a glint of mischief radiated from his eyes while he smiled. He didn't seem too threatening, but Tom was a little leery himself so he responded with a defensive and curt, "Hi, how can I help you?" "I have a present for you Tom, a birthday present, may I come in and give it to you?" Tom was surprised he knew his name and that it was his birthday. Because the man did, Tom let him in. He didn't mean Tom any harm as far as Tom could tell, and if he did, he could obviously defend himself, so letting him seemed logical. Once the man was inside, "How do you know my name, and how do you know it's my birthday?" Tom asked as the man stood just inside the doorway, hands clasped in front of him. "Those are good questions, let me start from the beginning Tom," The man answered, a serious look coming over him, "I knew you father before he died, Do you remember your father Tom?" "Some, but not much," Tom replied, lying more than he would have liked. Tom remembered his father's face, his laughter, and then void of him not being there. That's what Tom remembered, the void, and the pain. He knew it wasn't his father's fault, but that didn't help the pain, and sometimes the anger at him leaving Tom on his own. "Well, I knew him for a long time, mostly because I owed him a large favor, but after a while I learned to really like your father I knew him when you were born and seen the happiness he held in raising you. I see him in you, especially the pain that resides in you. It resided in him at the loss of his wife, her choosing to go her own way; much like the pain you have at him dying resides in you." Tom was taken aback, but didn't respond. He could only drop his head in shame without a word to fight back with, his pain plain on his face now at the talk of his father. "Before he died, your father finally cashed in on a favor that I owed him. A large favor, I owed him my life because once, when he was younger, he had saved it. I could have given him anything, anything in this world within my reach, which is a very far reach Tom, except save his life. Instead, knowing that no matter what I did, I couldn't save his life, he asked me to give you this," The mysterious man produced a box from his pocket. It was about the size of ring box, but it was wooden and looked very old. It had a brass clasp but no locking mechanism. Tom looked at it for long moments, letting the man just hold it aloft for him to study. Finally, he reached out and took it from him, thinking of how important it must be for this man to wait so long to give whatever this was to him, as a favor to his now long dead father. Once it was in his hands, the man started speaking again, "He made me promise to watch out for you, with that distant reach I have, and to wait for your 18th birthday to give this to you. You've been 18 for about 10 minutes now, and I wanted to be the first to fulfill my obligations in giving you anything Tom. Happy birthday," clasping his hands in front of himself again, he walked to let himself out, turning back once more to Tom, "I've watched you a long time Tom, and I still feel that despite fulfilling that last minute wish of your fathers, I still owe him something so if you ever need me, just picture me in your head and think really hard, focus everything you have into it, and if you truly need me and I can help, I'll be there, to repay that debt for my beloved friend" and with that he was out the door and disappeared into the night, without so much as leaving his name. Chapter 3. Staring for long moments at his new present brought him curiously out of his depressed funk. Tom was scared but not terribly frightened. What could possibly be in the box that could hurt him? He didn't know but carefully, he walked over to the futon and sat back down, setting the box on his coffee table, moving the pizza pan out of the way before he did so. Looking at it once more, he just stared at it in wonder. Finally, working his sticky tongue in his mouth and placing his hands on either side of the box, Tom flipped up the lockless clasp and tilted the box back gingerly. Letting out a sigh, there was nothing in the box, his grief returning to him as he felt pranked once again. Sitting back on the couch with his hands in his lap, Tom just closed his eyes and shook his head. Once he opened them again, a purple mist was in the air around the box, then a strong tingling feeling took his head while it swirled around him, a calm tornado in his room of purple haze. The tingling got stronger and Tom felt his vision blur before he muttered, "Shit..." and collapsed even more so on the futon, his head slumping to his shoulder while he slide sideways with a muffled thump... Lights, lights everywhere...pain, what kind? A headache, yes a headache, pounding in his head. Oh, his eyes focusing... ahh... the pain is easing up while his mind works. Relief flooded Tom as the pain in his eyes and brain faded to a dull thumping sound in the back of his head, in rhythm with his heart beat. 'Water, I need water' Tom thought to himself and stood to get some. In the bathroom he drank from his hand and splashed water on his face, 'Must have fallen asleep on the couch thinking about that box.' The box! He raced back to the couch and table to see the box still empty, and then he remembered the purple cloud floating around his head. To his disappointment nothing was in the box still and slumping back down on the couch he wondered what he should do next. Sadness overtook him as he relived the entire night's events with Kelly and Brian. "Master?" a sweet and melodic voice said from somewhere near the book case. Tom's head flew up, his eyes wide as his mind flew through the possibilities of people that could be in his house, faces of his grandmother, local girls who he knew had a crush on him, and even Kelly's flashed instantly in his brain, all tossed aside by the fact the girl had said only one taboo word no one else knew he dreamed about being called. Tom's eyes were greeted with the simplest, most beautiful vision of the feminine form. Standing unmoving in front of his giant book case was a woman of divine beauty. She wasn't tall, 5'2" at the tallest. Tom's vision started at the bottom, working his way up the work of art in his room. Following the lines up her legs and shapely thighs, he caught the bottom hem of a translucent mini dress, hiding just enough to be aggravating. Her belly, flat and smooth shone through like ivory, her skin reflecting the light wonderfully through the cloth. His eyes kept rolling upwards and found the bottom rim of her breasts, large globes of pleasure defying gravity in their perkiness, the nipples pointing towards him like tiny pin pricks, hard in the chilly room, the dress taking their form as well as showing it easily. Up her chest, was her smooth collarbone, partially covered by the V neckline that exposed just the right amount of cleavage, and mostly exposed by the neckline. Up her graceful neck he roamed to suppleness devoid of imperfections, to a soft and round jaw line accentuated by partially hidden cheekbones. Her swanlike nose, smooth and graceful, decorated her face better than a Christmas ornament on a tree, with a small round tip. Her eyes were a light green that danced over him, and were arched by wing like eyebrows, trimmed in exquisite detail. Atop her head was a waterfall of golden hair, cascading down her back in a golden yellow, bright beyond anything Tom had ever seen, almost radiant even. Traveling his eyes back down her form once more, Tom realized just how large her breasts were with the roundness extending beyond her side with her nipples hard as glass, and how sexy the curves of her flared hips were. Her arms were at her sides, but her hands rested themselves flat on her hips, adding to the flare. Seeing her chest bare to him like it was, Tom's cock throbbed hard in his shorts, unhindered to the soft material, but as he stared he could see her bald mound between her legs, almost willing to be stared at and drooled after. Tom's Genie "Do you like me master?" The woman said, looking sheepish, but also a little fearful. Tom could barely make his tongue move in his mouth, let alone speak, but he tried his best, "I...I...I don't know who your mmmaster is, bbbbut I definitely like you," then he blushed. The woman looked up at him and beamed, tilting her head to the side and nearly jumping up and down, "Yay!" Her tits bounced with her tiny bounces, flopping heavily against her chest, his eyes following every movement. "You opened the box right?" she asked him, her bouncing stopping suddenly. "Yeah, I did, but it was empty." "No the box wasn't silly, I was in it," the girl answered. Tom was flabbergasted, "You were in it?" He couldn't wrap his head around the idea of a woman, no matter how tiny, being in that box. "Yep, well, my potential was at least. I came to be when you opened up my box and made yourself my master," she said just like she was talking about anything else in the world, not some woman escaping from a box the size of an engagement ring box, or her potential being a floating purple mist. "Okay, just so I understand this correctly, because I opened your box, and saw your 'potential'," Tom was talking with his hands, which was a nervous habit, using his fingers to make quote signs in the air, "then that makes me your master?" "Yes Master, you are correct." "If your potential was a purple haze, then what exactly are you now? Kinetic?" Tom threw the last part in as humor, more to himself than her, but she laughed too. "I'm a genie servant, enslaved to you in all of your sexual wants and needs, and granting any sexual wish you desire Master." Now Tom felt like a joke was happening, but he couldn't deny the mysterious purple stuff that had floated around his room, or the random, mostly naked woman calling him master, so he decided to push it as far as he could go immediately. "If I'm your master, what kinds of things will you be willing to do for me?" Her face turned slightly seductive, a devilish grin appearing across her face, and then a slight tingle occurred in his mind. She began looking around the room at his stuff, "Anything you need to me to do for you physically, I will gladly do; make your bed, dress you, clean you room, read you a book, dance for you," her eyes took on that seductive look, they softened a bit and her lips were wetted with her tongue, "strip for you, tease you, lay on your bed naked while you stare at me, massage you with oil," her voice pitched slightly lower and she looked him dead in the eye, a desire and lust he hadn't seen in anyone before appearing on in her face, "suck your cock, stroke your cock, fondle your balls, fuck you, let you fuck me, grope my breasts for you, anything you desire physically of me." Her hands began roaming her body, a body he desperately wished to touch and fondle. Quickly he refocused his mind, "You mentioned wishes, that you could grant them to me, like magic?" Tom asked, thoroughly turned on by her dirty talk and the revealing wrinkles her dress was making while she began caressing herself. "As long as they are sexual Master, I can grant you anything you desire, any fantasy you desire, any woman or women you desire, any amount of pleasure or stamina you desire, or don't desire, all you have to do is wish it." Her voice seemed tinged with lust. "So if I wished..." Tom thought he was just playing along with her gimmick now, so he thought of something easy that would prove lacking of magical powers and her truly lacking desire to do any of those things to him, "...that my shorts would fall off of me and that you would come right over here to kneel in front of me so I could slap your face with my cock..." this was a fantasy he thought would never be fulfilled in itself. She instantly interrupted his thoughts as he trailed off, "If you wished it, it would happen Master." "Then I wish it, make it happen." "Yes Master," A small golden flash emanated her eyes for a moment, and she began walking over to him, it was only a few steps before she would be close to him. On her second step, Tom's shorts fell off of him without assistance, allowing his throbbing shaft to leap outward. He was above average length and girth so a nearly naked woman seeing his cock was of little consequence to him considering that he didn't even know her name. She strode right up to him, his cock grazing her translucent dress, and she knelt for him, her huge chest caressing him as she knelt, placing his cock right at her cheek. He could feel her breath on his legs and balls, her wet mouth and beautiful full lips less than an inch away, "Slap my face Master, please, I want to feel your rod on my cheek." Without thinking, he twitched his hips, and the side of his shaft impacted her with a light smack, right in the cheek. She moaned and it sent shivers up Tom's spine to stand over someone, someone in his obvious command. He twitched again and slapped her with his cock once more. She moaned again, her eyes closing while looking at him, her pleasure radiating from her. He twitched a third time, much harder, this time dragging it across her face until it folded over and flopped over to the other side. Her mouth opened and her wet lips glazed one side with a sheen of her saliva. She moaned again and looked up at him, her mouth open in a circular manner as if to receive his cock in her mouth. He cock slapped her other cheek, the coolness of her skin electrifying him again. She closed her mouth and opened it again, it looked ready for him, she looked ready for him. Tom couldn't resist himself, and without warning he took hold of the back of her head with his right hand and the base of his cock with his left, aimed the head of it right at her mouth, and plunged himself into her awaiting void. Her lips accepted warmly, wrapping themselves instinctively around his throbbing wood. He could feel her tongue twirl around it, dancing and flicking it as her mouth worked, as if in a kiss with his cock. Tom could feel himself submitting to the pleasure, her wet lips and tongue working wonders on his head. He enjoyed her submission to him for long moments, allowing himself to be worshipped by her lashing tongue and sucking cheeks but then he pushed in her, keeping her head still with his hand on the back of her head, sliding more of him in her mouth. She moaned in pleasure at receiving the gift of more of his body inside her. He could feel himself pulse and throb hard against the roof of her mouth, a few droplets of clear precum slipping out of his head. He could feel her lap it up in vigorously, the point of her tongue tickling the end of his cock for more before she went back to dancing with the underside of her large invasive partner. Tom pulled out, and pushed in shallowly, receiving the only blow job he had ever gotten, taking advantage of her position and awaiting orifice. She moaned against him with each shallow stroke, seeming to enjoy herself while he took her. He decided to push her more; farther than he would have thought a few minutes ago. 'If she is going to call me master, let's see how much of a master I can be...' he Tom thought. Gripping her head in his hand more tightly, his fingers sinking into her hair but not grabbing a handful yet, he pushed himself inside her open jaws. She received every inch he could push, slipping himself half down her throat before her entry point became too narrow to continue, She didn't feel her gag, but he feared truly hurting her with his girth. He was only halfway inside her mouth, but he was more than satisfied. Tom slid out of her mouth now, relishing the pleasure he was receive on his way out. Once his head was at her teeth, she began leaning forward to keep him in her mouth. Suddenly, and now knowing how deep he could go, he plunged himself back within her, using her mouth as an instant fuck hole. Her eyes popped open wide in surprise and she screamed a short muffled and cock filled scream that turned into a moan of pleasure within a short second, her face melting in enjoyment once he reached his deepest point and drew himself back. Again, she kept him in her mouth again, leaning forward while his hand still rested on the back of her head. 'Fuck it,' he thought to himself, and with steady strokes he began to slip in and out of her mouth, his hips doing all the work while his hand kept her jaws still. Tom looked down and seen that while she moaned in large bursts of please while he drilled her lip. She kept her eyes closed, not looking up at him. 'I wish she would look me in the eye, so I could truly see her enjoyment of my body.' Instantly her eyes popped open and she looked him in the face, her moans becoming more intense. He could feel her begin to suck harder, her tongue working faster for him while he continued to thrust her faster. He could feel himself start to build with each thrust, tiny steps in a long stairway of orgasm. His vision then switched to her titties, large and swaying slightly under her dress with his movement. Looking between them and her intense eyes, Tom could feel the pressure build inside of him more while she continued to play on his rock hard dick. She was still moaning her pleasures, but as he leaned back and for a few short seconds intensified his thrusts inside her, she closed her eyes and waited for him to bottom out on her throat. He pushed himself deep inside her, her throat closing tightening up around his shaft, pulled out and plunged deeply in again. When he finally erupted a few seconds later after several deep penetrations, he could feel her sink herself slightly deeper on his cock and moan even more while load after load of hot cum spewed all over the inside of her cheeks and across her throat, his vision blurred and his knees grew weak while she took over and sucked him down, her lips and tongue sucking every drop from him while her throat contracted with swallowing each spurt. Once he was complete and fulfilled, He looked down on her while she continued to kneel before him, lapping up the last of his flow. Finally she broke contact with his dilapidated steel and beamed up at him with a large smile, "Well that was a very pleasant surprise Master, and I liked that." "That was... amazing," it struck him odd that as he finished that sentence, he didn't know what to call her. He filed it away in his mind to ask her later, "I don't want it to be over, I want to do that again." "I'm glad you are pleased master that pleasures me. When do you want to do that again? I will happily submit any time you wish it." She would do that again? Anytime he wished it? He didn't know what to think about that, with that thought, his cock was already coming to life on its own, trying desperately to become stiff again. "I can do anything I want to you?" He asked as thoughts and ideas rampaging through his head. "Yes Master, I am here to please you, anything you do to me that pleases you, or anything I can do to you that pleases you brings me great amounts of joy and please," Her eyes turned devilish again, "Sucking your cock was very wonderful." Tom realized she was still kneeling, and he watched as she tilter her vision back to his engorging steel, lust filling every inch of her this time. Her desire seemed to be more powerful now, and he couldn't deny his lust for her either. He wanted to cum again; he wanted to erupt inside her. Chapter 4 With abandonment, Tom issued his first Masterly command, "Stand up." His new found servant girl didn't bother voicing a 'Yes Master', she just complied. With his hands he reached down and placed his hands below her see through dress, his palms lying on her hips. Her skin was so smooth, like that of silk, her form the essence of perfection. He glided his hands up her torso, feeling her sides and ribs, and with the dress gathering up around his wrists while he lifted it up she raised her arms over her head so that the cloth would slip right off of her body. Once it was off, he looked down on her face, her eyes looking up at him in lust and affection. She wanted him, she wanted him to take her, do what he would with her, and use her body for his own pleasures. He could see how she wanted and needed him to own her, to take her. Believing it to be so was the greatest turn on of all, Tom's deepest and darkest fantasies were of OWNING a woman, someone completely submitted to his every desire imaginable, and here she was, his to command and take. After long moments of looking at her, he issued his next command, his voice pitched low in his own lust, "Go to the bed and stand." She moved with the grace of a ballet dancer, turning and moving to the foot of the bed. She spun around and looked at him, waiting. Naked, he was fully erect now, his cock curving upward and throbbing harder than before. Her saliva was cool as it continued to evaporate off of his cock while he walked to her. Standing in front of her, he pressed himself close to her, allowing his whole body to feel hers. The first thing he noticed was how hard her nipples were, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest and mushrooming outwards. Next was the taughtness of her stomach while he pressed even tighter on her body. Her knees bent and she collapsed to the bed, the comforter greeting her warmly. She let out a surprised breath while she looked over his entire face, drinking in his details. He crawled on top of the bed, above her, and then sat up on his knees. Hunching over, he slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her body slightly and with her help scooted her entire body up with one motion, her head resting on the pillows. Her arms slipped to his sides, cool and caressing to the touch and as she looked at him in her lust, he could sense something else in her eyes and demeanor as well. Affection, affection for him, for what was about to happen, for what he was about to do to her, and himself. He knew without asking that she was a virgin, as was he, and his commanding ownership softened like a wave washing away. He didn't want to take her, force her or use her. He wanted his first time to be soft and loving, like that from the movies when the couple finally gets married and they live happily ever after. Tom didn't knew he didn't love her, not right away without knowing who she was, but he knew that the amount of affection they were showing in each other's eyes was enough to share this experience with. Rock hard and ready, his genitalia rested on her belly, the heat leaping off of him. "Make me yours forever Master, please?" She was pleading with him, hope and fear mixed in her face. "Yes, I will make you mine, are you ready?" "Yes Master," she said, relief softening the fear in her eyes He moved, positioning him between her legs, her knees bent and thighs resting against his, still cool to the touch, her hands still on his sides warmed from his heat. With one last look up at her, starring directly in her eyes, positioned his hardness at her entrance, her pussy wet with desire and ready to be punctured. She nodded as if to reassure him, and while looking her in the eyes, pushed himself in her. He met resistance, her hymen, and kept pushing. With a small moan from her, it broke, and he was in. Not deeply yet, but he was in. He worked himself around, pushing and pulling slightly, small moans coming from her while he did so until he was wet enough with her lubrication to slip a little farther and a farther inside her. Soon though she was moaning deeply with his slow strokes, and finally he was buried to the hilt inside her, his balls resting on the bottom sides of her buttocks. He began his thrusts now, pushing and pulling gently, building speed and rhythm slowly, so as not to hurt her. His servant girl began moaning, with each piercing movement, his cock coming almost all the way out, then pushing all the way back in. As rhythm built up, she began to writhe below him in small movements, her hips trying to catch his in reception. Her hands tightened their grip on his sides, pushing into his flesh. He responded with more speed, more force now, her whole body beginning to move up and down as her gripped her insides and released them over and over again. Her moans turned into yells throughout the room, which in turned allowed him to push harder and faster inside her. Her body shuddered hard, and her arms flew off to the sides, one leg kicking out to the side, her back arching and her eyes went wide while the first wave of pleasant electricity surged through her body, indicating an orgasm. He slowed down long enough for her to enjoy it, but when she looked him in the eyes again, and took her position as before, still receiving him in her body from the same position, he fired himself back up again. Speed and force were forefront in his mind as small waves of pleasure wracked his body with each thrust, his own orgasm coming close. Her small body welcomed him in and fought him on the way out with each push and pull. A few seconds later, her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched again, a smaller but equally pleasant orgasm passing through her body. Her hands never left his sides though and her thighs gripped his waste even tighter than before. Like a train he billowed on, both of their body's slick with sweat and cum, but he kept pushing. His arms burned with fire from holding him up over her, but he refused to stop, he would look her in the eyes, showering her with his affection while he came inside her. They didn't have to wait much more. His thrusts became frantic as the pressure built around the head of his cock, the steel of his flesh surging with blood inside her pussy, the fluid begging to be released. Her body shuddered in pleasure again, this time all limbs flailing about wildly as she screamed in pleasure, her back arching ever higher while her eyes rolled again. Her tight pussy clamped down ever tighter as his hips bucked against hers wildly, a grunt and manly scream coming from him as the fire hose inside his slave's body was released, spewing forth giant loads of sperm all over the inside walls of her cunt, the warm fluid painting a layer of heat inside her body while she accepted him willingly. Tom's arms could take it no more; he rolled over on his side, sliding out of her as he did so, relieving the weight from his tired arms and collapsing on his back. They both panted, out of breath and tired, the energy draining out of them both quickly. He shut his eyes and thought to rest, but soon sleep found him, taking him under its dark wing. Chapter 5. Tom awoke to a beautiful woman cuddled up to his left side, her naked body pressed against him. She had a happy smile on her face while she slept with her cheek on his chest and a naked leg thrown over his. He didn't want the moment to end but he was burning up with all the body heat and he had to pee. Slipping as gently as he could out from under her body, Tom got up quietly and made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. He began thinking to himself, remembering the night's previous events. His heart sank a little bit at the rejection he had received from Kelly, but a huge lopsided grin plastered his face when he remembered his new found woman. Coming out of the bathroom, he found her awake and looking rested, staring up at him. She didn't say anything at first, but then he saw her mumble one word to herself. "What did you say?" "Master," she said louder. Tom climbed onto the bed with her, wrapping the opposite arm around her, and forcing her to change sides with him, "Did all of that really happen? Are you really what you say you are? Or do you just believe you are here to make all of my physical dreams come true?" "I'm real, as real as any other genie servant could be, have you not ever heard of us before Master?" Tom's Genie "No I haven't. I have heard of genies in general though, but they live in lamps and grant only 3 wishes." "Jinn, bad ones or ones that have broken rules set by the King Genie and the Major Jinn, can be bound to serve a sentence such as that, obeying strict punishment laws, but most do not, most are free roaming creatures affecting themselves with any wish they want or don't want," She answered. "Then what exactly is a genie servant?" Tom was intrigued by this fantasy come to life. "We are servants, designed for one master in particular typically, given life by a King Genie, or a Major Jinn. We can be given all the power in the world that a Major genie has, which is almost completely limitless, except we serve a specific purpose, bound by a 'code of conduct' if you will. Most commonly are sexual genie servants, designed for rulers as a reward for whatever reason the creator decides. Genie servants can also be a punishment, if specifically designed and created, to torment a particularly bad person for any reason. We genie servants are full genies with access to all the power a full genie has, but it is locked within a set of parameters, to serve a specific purpose. Mine, as your genie servant, is purely for loving and sexual purposes." Tom was beginning to understand a little better, but the fact that such an amazingly and powerful creature existed is beyond words to him. He didn't know what to say or ask next. Many of his wishes had just been dissolved because of her instant limitations, but then a question popped into his head. He still didn't fully believe it, but he decided to give it a shot and make a wish, if purely sexual and slightly random. "Ok, to test things out, I want to make a wish," His genie servant sat up, placing one hand on his chest and showing how disheveled her hair was, "Oh YAY, make a wish Master!" His cock throbbed again at being called master so enthusiastically, "I wish to have a collection of brand new porn DVDs stacked in front of my bookcase." The genie girl looked him in the eye; his mind tingled for a moment while he envisioned his stack of porn then her eyes flashed gold. Without a pop or sizzle or any other kind of sound is collection of new DVDs formed instantly in front of his bookcase, stacked in a perfect neat column with no movie out of order. Tom was shocked. It really happened! It truly really happened! His mind reeled the possibilities. He could ask for anything, absolutely anything as long as he linked it back to sex. A thousand questions popped into his head, but a few stuck out like hard tacks, so he had to ask them, "Can you alter my body in anyway?" "Yes, especially sexual purposes, such as make your cock longer or bigger," her eyes got big at that, then seemed downfallen at the mention of the next, "or smaller if you wish it for some reason. I can make you fat or skinny, tall or short, muscular in thousands of different ways, the possibilities are limited by your own imagination." Her voice sounded excited while she seen the different things she could do to him in her own mind. "Can you make it to where any woman in the world finds me attracted to me enough to have sex with me on the spot if I so demanded?" Confidence dripped into his voice, he knew that was too good to be true. "No Master I cannot, but I can make it to where a group of women, say every woman in a grocery store, wanted to have sex with you instantly and found you attractive, but every woman in the world is too broad. They don't impact you directly enough." Her answer was said, almost fearful, "I'm sorry Master." "Don't be, that's fine. If I have only you in the world, then I know I can be happy, there is no one I have ever seen with as beautiful a body as yours," Tom spoke as if to calm her fears, fearful himself to scare her off. A tear shone in her eye as she looked at him, "That is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me Master..." and the tear fell down her cheek. Her appreciation surprised him; he had never experienced someone that had been that rejected in life, to hear something so simply true that it made her cry a tear. It kind of choked him up a little to see the affection in her eyes. "My dear, it is true, you are the most exquisite creature I have ever seen, I can hardly believe this is happening, I'm in shock really." Tom felt awkward with her staring at him. Scrambling to all fours the genie servant girl seemed frantically happy, "Please Master, ask another wish of me or demand something from me in some way, I want to please you Master. Please?" She was nearly begging him. "Uh...okay...let me think..." Tom looked around the room for a moment, looking for some kind of inspiration. Nothing gave him inspiration, but a memory did. Out of respect for her as a living breathing person he asked an important relationship question, "Do you get jealous of other women? Like, me and other women?" Tom winced slightly while lying on the bed, waiting for her outburst of anger. "No, quite the contrary, I find it invigorating. Seeing you pleased in any manner Master, makes me desire you all the more." "Then I wish for you to bring a body slave of my old crush Kelly to life right here on the bed." "Yes Master," she smiled and his brain tingled, then her eyes flashed and a naked Kelly was on all fours straddling his body, Genie's still next to him as she lay back and watched the show. "What would you have me do Master?" Kelly's lustful voice said. Her skin all over was milk white, but many of her bones shone through her skin, almost skeletal like. Her tiny breasts hung down while she straddled him, nothing compared to his magically slave. Looking at Kelly, Tom realized that next to his current real servant girl, she was nothing, barely a woman, and a woman that had rejected him for being 'Too good.' He didn't want her now, didn't want her at all. "Thank you my darling servant girl, make her go away now please?" Tom said, casting his eyes around the room. "Yes Master," she said, and the body double was gone, "Did I displease you master?" "No, you did wonderfully, I'm very proud of your service, but after seeing her naked, I no longer wanted her. She wasn't woman enough for me, much TOO skinny," Tom answered looking back at the beautiful body next to him. "May I have another wish?" "You may have as many as you like Master, I am here to serve you, and it is my pleasure in doing so." "Do I have an impact on other people's sex lives, like can I wish for other people to have the most awesome orgasm, with their partner, in the world?" "No Master, only if it affects you and your sexual life." She answered fearfully again. "What is your name? I don't want to call you Genie anymore that would be like you calling me Human all the time. Master I enjoy very much, but Human would annoy me, doesn't Genie annoy you?" "I love being called whatever you desire to call me, but Genie is not my name. I have no name Master, you must name me. That is the final, if small, step in truly owning me," She replied. "Hmmm...." Tom lay on the bed and thought for a minute, then remembered the purple mist she had first become before turning into the woman she was next to him. "I can't call you purple in public, at least not easily, how about..." He tried the name on in his head once or twice before saying it, "Violet?" "Violet?" she asked, trying it on for herself, "I ABSOLUTLEY LOVE IT!" Violet screamed. She leapt to him and wrapped him in a huge hug, kissing his face all over. He caught her mouth and collapsed into a tonguing French kiss, deep and passionate. Chapter 6. He didn't know how long they lay there kissing each other, their tongues exploring their entire mouths, but when he finally came up for air. He realized he still smelt like bed sweat."Do you know what a shower is Violet?" he asked. "Yes I do Master, but I have never experienced one before. Would you show me how it feels? I am left with your memories of how much you love showers and the feeling of being clean but I have no idea of what experiencing one will be like." She was spot on, "Yes I will, come." She began looking very frightened as he left out his hand for her to take and lift herself up from the bed. He looked at her quizzically. In answer to his unspoken question she said, "Master, you ordered me to cum, but I can't unless I touch myself or you touch me..." Tom nearly laughed at her comment, and then she propped herself to stand on her knees on the bed, her legs spread wide and her breasts lying across her chest. "If I touch you, will you cum on my fingertips so we may shower?" He asked her, his own evil smile taking shape. Her eyes rolled in her head as she felt his fingertips slip between her thighs, but not quite touching her mound yet, "Yes, I will Master, please touch me." Her hands reached out and grabbed his forearm tightly holding herself steady while his fingers trailed across her wet clit. She moaned and a tiny squeak and he slid along her, and he felt her pussy contract in orgasm. It was small, but she followed orders well. "You know, you don't have to take my orders quite so literal right?" He said. She flashed a smile at him, it was sexy, innocent, and devilish all in one, "You enjoy seeing me at your mercy Master, and I like being at your mercy." Laughing to himself nervously, Tom pulled her off the bed and took her into his bathroom. It was a small bathroom, but large enough for two people, and they both could squeeze into the shower with little issue. Once he had the water on Violet squeaked loudly, and then giggled wildly while she experienced a shower for the first time in her life. Tom couldn't help but stare at how the water beaded on her body, running in off of her breasts, droplets cutting around her nipples to course down the undersides of her globes. Her hair turned a dark color when it got wet and she pulled it back behind her head several times. She turned several times in the shower, rubbing her body against his in several places, but mostly rubbing her hips and buttocks against his stiffening crotch. He reached for the body was to begin lathering himself up, but once it was in his hand and she seen it, she took it from him. "Allow me to serve you Master," Her sultry triggered a part of his mind he had barely known existed, her willing servitude bringing him to fully erect in seconds. She began lathering up his chest and arms, her fingertips trailing over their size and slightly defined shape. Violet turned him around and expert fingers began massaging the soap into his neck and back, covering his body in soap. Tom had reached over and shut the water to conserve hot water, so feeling his entire body in complete lather was slightly odd, but as he watched Violet kneel in the shower and felt her hands begin working on his thighs and glutes he wanted her, he wanted to be clean right now so he could take her. Tom had an epiphany. He wanted a slave, had always wanted a sexual slave, someone that would do anything he commanded willingly, call him Master and allow herself to be called slave, and treated as such. Now he had one, not just a slave, but the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, practically walk out of his dreams to submit herself to him. It was so wonderful, such a dream come true, that he was speechless. Tom wanted to cry at his fortune while felling her hands finish cleaning his feet and calves. Instantly, Tom wanted to show her the same affection she showed him. He wanted her to know the pleasures she had given him. When she was done, he could see her shiver slightly, but she looked seductively pleased with herself when she stood and looked at him. Tom turned the water back on and rinsed off, making her warm again in the hot water. "Do you have any way of making some female body wash for me to wash you Violet?" he asked as he shut the water back off. Without a word she reached out and grabbed a bottle from right next to his, and gave it to him. He took it and turned her around to begin on her back, wishing to savor her breasts and save them for last. He did his best to massage and caress her neck like she had his, but he knew he didn't have the skill she did, or the natural touch, but she moaned in pleasure all the same so he was somewhat pleased. Moving down her back, Tom caressed her lower back, then without shame washed and fondled her buttocks, making sure even inside her crevice and even around her rosebud was clean before moving down her shapely thigh. He worked in firm circles down her smooth legs, pushing and pulling the lather into her skin. She tilted her head back and lifted each leg up in turn for him as he knelt before her. He made sure to rub the bottoms of her feet with the best touch he had, making her moan in relaxation all the more. He reached up with lathery fingers between her legs and washed the space between her rosebud to her mound, making sure not to penetrate with the soap in case it burned, but washing all of the outside skin. Tom stood now and tilted his hands down to begin circles of soap on her belly. She pressed firmly against his hands, looking him in the eye with obvious lust. When he moved up to her breasts finally, she seemed to push them out for him. He caressed each one in his hand, her nipples hard as he passed them over with his palm. Suddenly, with his left hand he reached out and grabbed one, pinching it between his index finger and thumb. He was done washing her so he thought a little play time would be in order. With his tight grasp of her nipple, she moaned. He pulled, lifting the large succulent gland from her chest, and released it, letting it fall the inch or two back down. She looked at him again, her lips parted as she panted slightly. This time he used both hands and caressed each one gingerly, then just as unexpectedly as before, he took his right hand and smacked her left breast in the side, sending a wave across her skin as the whole breast swung back into place. He watched her suck in breath and it was over, he wanted her and he was going to take her. First he had to deal with the soap though. Turning the water on made Violet go from turned on to instant pout as she looked up at the evil shower head. He didn't say a word to her, he just rinsed her off as best he could and opened the shower. Handing her a towel, he quickly flashed Violet his own grin and she returned it, drying herself off hurriedly. She walked out of the bathroom naked, her ass swinging with her walk as she toweled her hair vigorously. Tom attacked her from behind, reaching around her warm body to wrap his arms around her chest and pulling her back to him. The curve of her ass pushed his engorged cock upwards along the curve of her spine, the heat of his blood pouring out around the skin. With her pressed against him, he moved his hands to continue his breast play. She reached both hands up over her head and to the back of his while he fondled her, massaging her large tits. He nuzzled and kissed her neck while she moved her ass around the base of his cock. He couldn't get any harder, but as he throbbed, he definitely tried. Biting her lower lip and smiling, she moaned against him, waiting for him to take her. Removing his hands from her breasts, Tom chose this moment to take her. She waited, but only for a second, and he pushed her to the bed. She didn't move, as she stood in front of it, waiting for his guidance. With a gentle hand, he pushed her up against the bed, her thighs stopping at the mattress, and continued pushing, gently bending her over. Getting the idea, Violet pushed her caboose out and arched her back for him, her pussy glistening as her cheeks spread for him. She felt his fingers slick themselves with her lubrication, and almost cried out in joy at the feel of them on her clit, rubbing it. She wanted him, more than she could understand she wanted him, it was her entire purpose to please Tom and she relished in it. She was about to serve her entire purpose, and hopefully she would be worthy of praise when he was done. She didn't care if she came herself, as long as she could feel his hot cum in or on her body, the look of complete, if momentary, satisfaction on her master's face. Tom could take no more teasing, from her or himself. Grabbing the base of his steel, Tom bent his knees enough so that he could enter her at a gentler angle. Her wetness was remarkable, she nearly ran with cum for him like a faucet, and he did his best to slather his dick in it. Once her moans and tiny shudders had stopped from his member touching her, he positioned himself at her awaiting opening. She looked over her shoulder at him, her wet golden hair glistening as she did so, and he slipped inside her. Violets eyes got big, then softened and her head dropped. He pussy contracted around him as he slid halfway in, then pulled back out, a small sucking noise occurring as he came free. Tom pushed himself inside her and on the second stroke he buried himself to the hilt on her. He felt as if his cock was impaling her it was so long and hard for her. He sat there for a moment, allowing the pulsations of his rod stop, and her pussy to relax some, feeling him fill her out. Violet waited patiently, and within a few seconds he began slow rhythmic thrusts, pulling almost completely out of her and then plowing into her again. He built up speed steadily, taking her like a human would, but quickly building up to a wild animal's desperate fucking. With every breath she seemed to moan as Tom gripped her hips tightly, throwing himself into her. They could hear the loud smacking their hips were making as he dove into her each time. She could feel herself build and constrict around him while penetrating her several times a second, then she shuddered and a waterfall of cum burst forth from inside her, drenching Tom's steel inside her body. Violet collapsed from her hands to her elbows, which changed the angle of his thrusts while she continued to feel the waves of orgasm take her. She was helpless to the scream that came forth from her mouth, tilting her head back to let it out, arching her back hard. She collapsed while he continued his rapid drilling, sweat beading on her body in several places. Violet didn't care, she was serving her purpose, his purpose, and was much happier doing it than she could ever imagine. She came again, this time unexpectedly, and she screamed in pleasure again. She writhed on his cock as she did so, his own movements never slowing. She thought he was close himself and she began talking to him, "Cum inside me, please, I want to feel you inside me. Master CUM!" Once she called him Master, it was over, He exploded like a fire hose, spewing forth and surging in large spurts unlike anything he had ever seen or heard of before. He knees nearly buckled and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His thrusts inside her became erratic instantly as Violet felt his hot cum all over her insides, the walls of her pussy soaked in it. She waited for him to stop his jerking and swaying, until he finally pulled out of her. Immediately she sat up and turned around, spinning him around and pushing him onto the bed. He fell backwards onto the mattress and relaxed. She didn't know why but Violet had to taste him, she had to have the cum of their sexual exploits in her mouth. Bending over at the waist, she took him in her mouth, his softening cock not reactive to her tongue swirling. She didn't care; she just wanted the taste of them together. Like licking a lollipop, she cleaned him off, tasting the sweet saltiness of each other, their mixed sweat, her smooth lubrication, his hot and salty semen, all danced in flavors on her tongue. The taste of him and her in her mouth satisfied some deep inner desire and she could feel her pussy ache at wanting to be filled again already. She secretly wished there were two Tom's to fill her body up. She wanted no one else in the world but Tom, but she wanted a cock in her pussy and a cock in her mouth at the same time, so she could double fulfill her purpose, tasting and feeling his cum inside her body at the same time. Maybe she could talk him into wishing something of the nature, or maybe he would just take turns with her orifices. That thought was almost as intriguing and much more realistic to her as she finally swallowed what was left of their bodily fluids in her mouth. Tom's Genie Tom just lay there on the bed, too tired to stand at the moment. His whole body seemed to weigh a ton, none of it moved despite his wishes. After long moments he finally recovered, slowly pulling himself into a drooping sitting position. Violet sat next to him on his left side, exalted in her euphoria of orgasms and joy. Tom looked at her with an attempted beaming smile, but only managed a tired lopsided grin, "That..." he began, "was," he seemed to lose his breath for a minute then that too came back, "AWESOME." Violets giant smile was very proud, "Thank you Master, I live only to serve. It was absolutely amazing to me too." Violet couldn't have been more proud of herself. She had fulfilled her duties and enjoyed them so much she was unable to put into words. She was truly happy with her master and could not think of a better one to have. That sat in silence a moment more before Tom stood up and walked to the bathroom. He started the shower again, and climbed in to rinse off. Violet followed and they cleaned up without any further distractions, making quick work of what little grime the two had acquired. Chapter 7. Once they were out of the shower, Tom went into his closet to dress. He picked out some nice dark blue jeans and a white button up shirt with a white undershirt to match colors and prevent it from being seen through. He put on his traditional black motorcycle style boots and leather belt, then completed his look with a gelled up forward swept spike hair do. His short cropped hair wasn't something he particularly liked, but he didn't know what else to do with it without actually waiting the multiple years it took to grow out long. Coming back into the bedroom, Tom noticed that Violet was completely dry, including her golden mane of hair that hung in gentle waves along her shoulders, but she was still naked. Mystifyingly beautiful, he wished his magical friend could stay that way. Sighing, he asked the question, "Do you have any way of clothing yourself or do I need to go buy you some clothes before you can go into public with me without causing a raging riot trying to rape you?" She laughed at the half true joke, but nodded. "Anything you would like me to wear Master, I can clothe myself in." "Anything huh?" some playful but dirty thoughts entered his mind, "How about a low cut Red mini dress, with some bright red lipstick and that wonderful hair of yours pulled back into a professional looking ponytail?" As he spoke, the cloth appeared around her, her lips taking on the lipstick and her hair gathered up dramatically into a perfect ponytail, all with no physical help from her. He noticed her feet were still bare, so he added, "With some red high heels." Looking at her, he realized just how stunning she was in clothes as well as out of them. The mini dress fit her curves wonderfully being skin tight, but her neckline plunged well into her midsection, making the dress almost a skirt with two pretty shoulder straps. Some editing would be required. "Let's take that neckline up above your breasts. Leave a little cleavage for me, but not much, and lengthen the bottom hem another inch," His remarks were responded to in real time, "You have wonderful breasts darling, but I think a bra should be worn to stiffen things up a little," her tits instantly were pushed up, forcing the dress outward and the cleavage to be tastefully more prominent. Staring at her still sitting on the bed, he couldn't help but admire his taste in dressing her. Maybe next time he will just wish her to dress like a beautiful 13th century princess first, just to see how it would look. Offering his hand to her, Tom brought her to her feet and spun her around to get a full look. He definitely approved of her look, sexy but classy. Now, where to take her exactly? He thought about taking her to the river or the lake, a couple of his favorite places to go, but their attire wasn't for that. It was too early for a dinner date being only morning; he had to continue to think...BREAKFAST! He had it then; Violet had never tasted any food let alone breakfast. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yes Master, where are we going?" "I'm going to take you to breakfast at a nice little mom and pop restaurant," he responded happily. They walked out the door hand in hand and all the way to the passenger side. He courteously opened the door for her then made sure she was buckled in. The old worn seatbelt did nothing to flatter her look, but better to be safe than sorry. He climbed in his side, and started the truck. The nice throaty rumble complementing his esteem as they exited the driveway and went down the blacktop towards town. This time the drive, as familiar to him as the back of his hand, was short and sweet despite only going forty five so as to not mess up her hair. The air conditioning in the truck didn't work, but thankfully it wasn't hot out yet, so driving slow with the windows down was nice. Neither one of them said much along the, he just cruised along letting her stare out the open window and drink in the trees and houses along the way. One field they seen was an old pasture for horses and Tom made sure to slow down so she could see the dozens of horses and yearlings. This elicited a happy "OOHH" from her, "They are so pretty!" "They are," he agreed and she looked at him when he continued, "I know their owner well, and maybe I can talk him into letting me take you to pet them. They are real gentle and friendly." Her eyes got big as saucers, "You would do that for me Master?" Tom glanced at her for a split second and noticed the glistening in her eyes. "So much gratitude...of course I would do that for you or I would at least try." "That would be amazing Master, I love horses already, they look so peaceful and free..." A thought occurred to Tom. "Can you be freed, allowed to do whatever you please, or are you forever bound to be enslaved?" "I can be given freewill if you wish it Master, but I cannot be indefinitely freed. As a creature created to be a slave, I must always have a Master, or at least an intended master. If I don't, I cease to exist..." Her eyes were instantly sad while her hands pulled into her lap and become idle as he drove. He glanced at her again, taking all this in. He continued to drive; a long moment of silence pressed itself between them. He couldn't imagine being a slave for as long as her existed, what if the master he had received had not been nearly as nice as he was to her now? What if he had wished to her to be destroyed, or worse, rejected by her intended recipient and given to another, less worthy being, just for sake of good riddance? It broke Tom's heart to know that something so horrible was possible, but then again, much worse things had happened in the world; things like the holocaust, the nuclear bomb, the black plague, or small things like his father dying before he was supposed to... Tom looked at her and he realized with shocking suddenness, that if his father had not died, he wouldn't have had Violet. He knew the gift Violet was, but he also knew immediately that he would have given her back to have his father in his life. He laughed at the irony in his thoughts then decided to give her some mirth as well. He did the best thing he could to make the happiness come back to her, "You are forever bound to me as you say, and I will never release you as long as I live, but," she looked at him sideways as he finally broke through city limits, "Violet, you may always act on your own, of your own accord if you so desire, you have but to ask." She cracked a slim smile, still staring at him sideways, her tears now far away, "You have no idea how magical those words are, thank you." He reached over and patted her hands, "Your welcome Violet." They were silent, not wanting to break the special moment while he drove through town, passing, several buildings and various houses until Tom slowly pulled into the parking lot of The Breakfast Place. It was a single building, parking for about twenty people, and a long handicap ramp for the entrance. "Stay there," Tom said and he got out of the truck and walked briskly to her side and let Violet out. She beamed at him, "You are so sweet Master." A thought struck him; his lovely accomplice didn't even know his name! "Uh, while we are in public, call me Tom, calling me Master where people can hear will raise a few concerns." "Yes Master...I mean Tom." She blushed at her mishap. Tom smiled and took her hand while they walked inside. A girl Tom's age came to seat them, nobody he recognized, but she gave them both long stares before taking them to their seats at a booth near a window. The place smelled of sausage and bacon, as well as melted cheese, with booths lining the wood paneled walls and a few larger tables in the middle of the room. There was a bar where a just a couple of old men sat on stools and drank coffee, their backs hunched over and leaning on their elbows. One large fellow was leaning back heavily in a chair at one of the tables in the middle, his posterior hanging out each side of the chair while suspenders went over his shoulders. Unkempt gray hair sat atop his head, having not seen a comb in a few days. Tom wondered if he would ever look anything like that and decided that no matter what, he never would let himself get that way, even if he had to wish it away. The man caught Tom starring at him and it was his turn to stare at Violet, who glanced at him then without recourse and turned back to the window she had been looking at. Tom looked at her in the face and reached out with both hands to take hers in his, trying to make her first meal as warm as possible. She returned his smile with a heart melting one of her own. A happy young waitress bounced up to the table. It was a cute girl Tom went to school with, she had long brunette hair, at least waist long that was braided into a low ponytail. She was pretty, with a young body soft and not at all toned, but with little to no fat on her either. Her apron and tight tee shirt were the same shade of black, her breasts large and round with the outline of the bra cutting across in double half arches along them. Tom couldn't help but wonder what they looked like naked and decided that they couldn't be as beautiful as Violet's. "Can I take your order?" She said, looking Tom in the eye sheepishly, noticing his stare. Her noticing his eyes went over his head as he looked down at the table top, remembering that was the menu itself, "Uh...ill take a sausage and cheese omelet. Do you have any idea what you want Violet?" "I'll have eggs and bacon, but could you make it crispy for me?" Violet said without much pause. When the waitress asked she managed to make sure to get scrambled eggs. It didn't dawn on Tom that his pretty little slave girl had no idea what she was ordering, or that she didn't know what food tasted like. To his amazement though, when the plates arrived with steaming piles of food on them, she tore into it like a starved maniac. They didn't say too much during their meal, but he was in no hurry to leave. So he started asking questions. "Are you bisexual at all? Do you find women attractive?" Violet looked up from her empty plate, her breasts nearly bursting from her red dress. Tom was looking directly at them so she leaned forward to allow him a good view, propping her elbows on the table, "Not directly Master," she said in a cool manner, But I could be if you so desired. "What? WAIT, how did you do that?" Tom was shocked to have felt her voice in his head rather than hear it. It was creepy but cool. "It is an ability granted to me as a genie, part of my magic. You try." Her giddy smile had returned at seeing him shocked. "What do I do? Focus my thoughts at you?" "Exactly Tom," Tom sat back and focused slightly, then posted his question again, Are you attracted to females? Only if you wish it Master. Can you see me and that cute little waitress there kissing or something, maybe a little more? Her smile was wicked, but sexy. Tom's cock was beginning to harden. He didn't have the whole talking thing down with his mind, but he decided to wing it with a picture. He focused again, trying to bring to light his blond temptress making out with their waitress right next to the table, and then he sent it to Violet as best he could. She received it fine, but began to outline the details in his mind more clearly. The picture sharpened as he began watching Violet taking the waitress's face in her hands, kissing her deeply, full red lips and exquisite tongue dancing among the girl's. The darkly clothed waitress was a standout in his mind because of her dark attire, her round ass sticking out as if for him to grope, her hands laying on Violets red clad hips, their legs almost intertwined. Tom directed the fantasy in his mind like a movie, and he realized he had control over it when he envisioned Violet turning the woman and putting her butt to the table then pushing her down onto it. He could hear the waitress's sudden intake of breath as the hot surprise shocked her. Violet pounced onto her in Tom's head, pushing hers body between the girl's legs and kissing her more harshly. Tom shook his head and broke the fantasy, his steel pulsing down his left pant leg. They had to leave and he had to be relieved quickly. Tom wanted Violet now, and he had a full stomach of food to work off now. It was time to pay the check and go. Did you not like my help in your fantasy Tom? It was wonderful, we must go play together now, I have a present for you in my pants. Tom smiled at her and turned the check over, dropped off while he must have been in fantasy land. He put a $20 on the table, leaving over a three dollar tip once it was cashed out, stood up and held out his hand to his magical sex fiend. Violet was looking at him hungrily. Would you like her to come along with us, I would love to give you the show you desire Master. Maybe another time, I still have to figure out how to completely satisfy you my darling. Placing her hand in his, they walked out to his truck together, where he opened the door for her again, and they drove away, her in the middle of the bench seat now and sitting very close to him. Once he was on the road though, she started in on him, the bench seat allowing her easy access to his neck with her lips and hands. Tom drove out a different part of town, towards the lake that lay 20 or so miles to the north of town. He knew this area just as well as his side of the county because he had worked for a few people out here as well. One particular farmer had liked him considerably and told him he was always welcome to hunt or walk his land anytime Tom wanted. He decided that now would be a good time to explore the outdoors with his mate. Taking a side road, Tom began winding down a curvy road that lead off to the west. The sun was beginning to get high now, and Violet's teasing had not lessened. One of her hands played lightly over his cock while he drove, tickling the shaft and base with just the right amount of pressure to be aggravating, her mouth kissing his neck passionately. Tom enjoyed all the attention very much and while she played on his body, he could imagine a long life like this, very rewarding and happy no matter what he decided to do in life. As a matter of fact, he could think of a few things he would enjoy very much doing in life with Violet along. If she could speak to him telepathically, what else could she do? She was a magic genie after all. Tom's imagination began to open up even more as wood throbbed against the denim of his jeans. Pulling off to the side of the road, Tom suddenly leapt from the cab of the truck and opened a random gate in a fence line then jumped back in the truck and drove through it, to turn around and shut it behind him. Once he climbed back into the cab of the truck, Violet gave him a quizzical look and he just returned a sly smile as he began slowly driving up a grassy hill and around a few random trees, their bountiful leaves giving off spots of dark shade where coolness form the approaching heat would be welcome. Violet began looking around and noticing how close she was to nature, to trees, grass, dirt, fresh air and couldn't control her blatant stare out the windshield and open side window. Tom smiled at being able to dazzle her so, and distract her with things as beautiful as nature. He just shook his head at the thought of not knowing what a tree felt like, the bark getting under your fingernails, the smell of green wood in the air, grass between your toes. Cresting the small hill and breaking through the tree line, Tom made a bee line for a large tree down the other side of the hill, turning his truck a little to the right. There was another, thicker, wood line beyond the one he just drove through and knew between the woods and his truck that no one would find them out here. This was the perfect spot to introduce her to the outdoors, once he had his fill of her first though. Stopping his truck in front of the large tree, an old maple tree with broad star shaped leaves spread out for the sun, Tom climbed out of his beast. Walking and smiling broadly over to the other side of the truck his beautiful acquaintance was still goggling at the sites around her while he opened her door. He stepped closely to the truck, and reached to her feet pulling her high heels off. Scooping her up in both arms he felt her hands snake behind his neck. Walking over to the tree and setting her on her feet gently, Tom watched as the grass and sticks stuck out around her feet, a few blades running between her toes. She stared in elation as it tickled her. Suddenly she looked up at him and smiled a giant heart melting smile at him. She was enjoying her first venture into nature and had completely forgotten what she was as a magical creature. Tom could see the beautiful human girl inside her, trapped forever by her creator as what she was. He promised himself right then and there that despite being his slave, he was going to make sure she felt as human as she could, and also despite being a magical creature that wanted him and loved him regardless of absolutely anything he did to her or to other people, he would make sure she felt like he earned everything she gave him. Watching her dance and walk and jump in the dirt, her red dress that had sprung from his imagination rippling in the sun, he fell for her and he knew it. This moment, forever in my mind, this will be the moment I remember the most and treasure as the moment I fell in love for the first time. Because I made her happy. She looked up at him sharply and walked smoothly over to him, grinning from ear to ear. Her red dress was bright, but definitely didn't fit out here with the look of things. He was dressed like a good looking city boy, but she looked like she was certainly from the big city, like Hollywood or something. He shook his head at her beauty, it was too much. She walked right up to him, took his cheeks and planted a pursed lip kiss on his mouth, sweetness and electricity poured from her red lips. It was an honest kiss, one of love and adoration, appreciation and true feeling. Her love flowed from the kiss, a waterfall from the heaven above. Happiness was a word equal to a drop of water on an ice berg of feeling. "Master, you are an amazing man," Tom heard with his ears and felt with his mind the golden caress of her voice, "Words cannot describe it, and I am a lucky genie to be enslaved to one so powerful. I wish only to make you as happy as you have made me right now, because you have shown me a window into the person you will be. Never lose that Tom." Tom made a silent vow that he wouldn't, knowing that his happiness depended on it.