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The following is sort of inspired by the 60's series I Dream of Jeanie. Sort of!

JEAN JEANIE

CRAIG WESTON

It all started the day I attended an auction with my girlfriend Alison. She had her eye on a rather exotic looking antique bottle. The auction assistant held it aloft for all to see and, I had to admit it was quite striking looking. About the size of a champagne bottle but rounded at the bottom with silver gilding all over it.

Ali raised her hand to bid then, gave a huff of frustration as a phone bidder outbid her considerably. "Any more? Any more bids?" The room remained quiet. "Any more bids?" asked the auctioneer glancing at Ali who shook her head. As the auctioneer was about to bang his gavel closing the sale my hand shot up. "Sold!" He shouted bringing the gavel down then pointing to me.

"There you go I," say grinning its all yours.
"You idiot!" Ali exclaimed. "I was trying to buy it for you! It’s your birthday next week!" With that she shakes her head again and walks away leaving me feeling pretty foolish. The bottle sits smartly on my writing table a present from Alison who, after everything insisted upon paying for it despite it being far more than she could really afford. "You will, make this up to me," she told me later. "Birthday or no." It is indeed a lovely present but it looked a bit dull and lack lustre in the light of my office. Deciding to give it a clean I took it downstairs found a soft rag and started to give it a buff up. As I did so it slipped from hand falling to the floor with crash! I stood mortified as the bottle lay at my feet the top appearing to have broken off and green liquid began to seep out running all over my wooden floor. Then something curious happens the green liquid starts to move as if… if it has a life of its own!

It heads towards my feet then literally runs around them before stopping in a pool just a few feet away. For a moment I am thinking I’m dealing with some sort of liquid monster out of Dr Who or Star Trek! When suddenly… the liquid becomes a sort of green gas that floats upwards into a tall cloud, that then begins to form into the shape of a body and finally solidifies into… Lady Midnight! Was I dreaming? Yet here she was standing in front of me at about 6ft tall a large breasted ebony skinned body in a glistening pink bikini with silver grey gloves that extended up her muscular yet slender arms to her biceps. Her silver grey boots came up her incredibly slender yet clearly powerful legs stopping half way up her firm thighs. Around her waist hung the utility belt of light and dark pink. A pink almost Lone Ranger like mask obscured her facial feature behind which dark green eyes blazed. Her lips were full and pink, her dark brunette hair secured in tight bun and to cap it all a dark purple cape seemed to flap behind her raised by a mysterious breeze.

I took all this detail in mere seconds and was instantly hard!

Lady Midnight speaks: "I am the genie of the bottle what is your wish master?" For a moment I am unable to respond, the Lady Midnight genie waits patiently with a beaming smile that quickly drops. "You are not pleased with me master? Is not my form pleasing? I sensed this was your fantasy woman and took her form but perhaps…" She pauses as if considering her next words then smiles again, "I understand master you prefer…" And with that changes into Ms Americana! Again she stands smiling.

"That’s, that’s very impressive," is all I can say. Which is something of an understatement

"Thank you master," Ms Americana replies. "I exist only to serve. You are pleased?"

"Ye, yeah, ah, I'm very pleased," I stutter not quite knowing what to say. "Ah… what do I call

you?"

"Anything you wish master I am yours to command." Ms Americana smiles again

"Yes, I get that. I’m sorry this is a little surreal."

"I understand master, I always find this but, in time you will feel more

comfortable with me."

"I’m sure I will, but, what’s your name".

"Anything you wish master."

"Very well, what I wish is to know your name, that is, if you have one."

"I do indeed master but I’ve not heard it said in a very long time."

"Really? How long?

"About two thousand years."

"I see, and what is it?"

"Jean."

"I’m sorry!"

"My name. Is Jean master."

"I see Jean."

"You are disappointed?"

"No, just, surprised. Forgive me but I was expecting something more…"

"More exotic for a genie?"

"Yes, I suppose so. I’m sorry, in any event it’s a pleasure to meet you - Jean."

At this she smiles. "And it is a pleasure to meet my new master too."

"Would you do something for me?"

"Anything master, your will is…

"Yes I get that. Do you have a true form?"

"Yes, yes I do but I’ve not taken it for some time now."

"I’m sure you haven’t but I wish you to assume your true form."

"You are displeased with this one? I do not understand!"

"I’m not displeased — I’m just finding it a little unsettling at the moment,

so if you would please..."

"I understand master." And with that she dissolves into a puff of green smoke and reforms into — a blonde, and a very sexy one at that standing about 5 feet 2 inches clad in an Arabian slave outfit, complete with very generous cleavage. For a moment she reminds me of a very young looking Barbara Eden from the 60's series I dream of Jeanie! Only, her breasts are bigger and, extremely lovely. "This is my true form master." Her voice has now taken a slightly squeaky form almost pixie like. In fact everything about her is pixie like, and she is a real curvy looker.

"Well I’m very pleased to meet the real you Jean."

"You approve master? Some of my previous masters never seemed to do so they much preferred…"

"Taller women?"

"Among, other things master - yes."

"Be assured Jean that I approve, you are beautiful."

"Why, thank you master!" At this she starts to jump up and down excitedly then springs forward and gives me a hug. "I will make you very

happy master I promise you."

"I’ve no doubt of that," I say gently pulling her off. "Now tell me exactly how does this work?"

"I’m sorry master I do not understand!"

"I mean how does this work? Do I get three wishes or something?

At this she starts to laugh. "Oh no master, that’s just fairy tale nonsense, those Arabian nights stories and that dreadful Aladdin have

much to answer for. I am yours to command your wish, your every desire is mine to fulfil, there is no limit to how many you may have."

"I see," I say thinking. "In that case, I’d like a red Ferrari the very best available." Her smile drops. "What? What is it?"

"I - I am unable to grant that wish master," she says looking dejected.

"Alright I’d like a big house, a mansion…"

"I - I am unable to grant that wish also."

"What do you mean you… What sort of genie are you?"

"Not the sort you think I am master."

"Clearly not, then what are you?"

"I’m a fantasy genie master"

"A what? What the hell is, is a fantasy genie?"

"I have the power to grant your deepest sexual fantasies, that is why I appeared to you as those two women. When you touched my bottle I

sensed you desired them and sought to grant your wish."

"I think I understand now."

"Who would you like me to be for you master?"

"Who?"

"Yes I can be any woman you desire — in any way — you desire." She adds seductively

"Any woman?"

"Yes master. Any Woman." Jeanie winks at me. "Any woman you have wanted, or you can imagine. I know your deepest and darkest fantasies master. For example..."

***

I watch from behind a pile of packing cases as the tall figure of Lady Midnight comes into view. "Okay Collector! The game's up. I've come to put a stop to your sex slave enterprise. No more innocent women or super heroines are going to be drugged captured and sold do you hear me?"

I take in every curve of the statuesque Lady Midnight, I instantly hard with sexual lust for this arrogant bitch. Oh the things I want to do to her! It is now her turn to join the list of other powerful Super heroines who thought they could beat The Collector!

I reach into my pocket and pull out a flask of chloroform and thick gauze pad. I hold my breath then pour a large measure of the clear drug onto the gauze pad. Securing the flask I place it back in my pocket, then advance slowly upon her. Lady Midnight stands hands on her hips looking about "Well Collector are you afraid of little ole me?" In a moment I am springing upon her clamping the thick gauze pad over her mouth and nose. She lets out a loud "Mmmmmphhh" as my other arm wraps around her pinning her arms to her curvy body. "Surprise Lady big tits!" I his in her ear. "I know your strong and tough but all you super sluts have no resistance to my super strong chloroform! Ms Americana fought me like a wild animal but I took her down."

Lady Midnight bucked and writhed in my arms. Lifting her right leg she slams the sharp heel of her boot down on my foot, the pain is indescribable and I loosen my grip allowing her to pull free. She whirls around to face me fists raised. As I recover she sways in front of me the first punch she throws comes at me like slow motion and is easily avoided as is the kick that follows. Lady Midnight is woozy and unsteady on her feet having inhaled a good dose of the powerful drug. Shaking her head she comes at me again, I avoid her kick easily and slip behind her clamping the gauze pad on her once again wrapping my free arm around her waist and falling back. She wriggles like a wild cat, locking my legs around hers pinning them she has no leverage. My free hand fondles her incredible tits as I smother her with the pad. "That's it Lady big tits, fight me, fight all you can, there is no escape for you." I'm so hard, my iron bar rubs against her butt as she struggles there is no denying how aroused I am. The wild writhing is slowing the drug is doing its job. I marvel at her feistyness, even Ms Americana didn't last this long. She lets out soft moan slowly drifting into drugged oblivion. Her body twitches as still trying to fight until at last she is limp. Releasing the pad I momentarily fondle her unconscious limp form while rubbing my hard cock against her butt. What an experience!

***

Later I am sitting quietly my mind literally raced at the possibilities that now confronted me, the many different women that I could have! The Lady Midnight fantasy was nothing short of off the scale!! Jean appears before me in a puff of green smoke wearing her Arabian slave outfit that I confess I find incredibly erotic. I take in every inch of the beautiful blonde before me. Yes I want to ravish Lady Midnight over and over and no mistake, she is my favourite super heroine. But in this moment I know Exactly what I want.

"Well master did that please you? I could read in your thoughts Lady Midnight was a woman you deeply desired."

I nod. "You were spot on Jean. That was truly Amazing thank you."

"Oh master that is wonderful I want to serve you well."

For a moment I a lost for words. "Jean there is something very special that I wish for."

"Oh wonderful master what is it?"

***

The blonde tugged against the chain holding her wrist to the wall, then turned and pulled at the other. A muffled cry of frustration emanated from the thick cloth gag in her mouth. She sat secured to the bench, her wrists chained either side of her in a T shape to the wall her ankles chained open also. Clad only in a white one piece dress and cream panties and bare footed, she was going nowhere. The tightly secured cloth gag bit into the sides of her mouth, the large knot lodged between her pearly white teeth created a stream of drool that ran down her chin. I stood in front of her naked, my rock hard erection barely a foot away from her face pointed up in an accusatory manner. Her eyes widened at sight of it, not so much because of the length, I was quite average in that department at just over 6 inches. But what really unnerved her was its thickness, the girth had brought the same reaction from other women. "Don’t be scared now, you can take this, you can take it all. Do you understand?" She shakes her head wide eyed. I find it amusing but also understand her fear, she is after all quite a small woman at only 5ft 2in, gorgeous curvy figure, perfect for her build. She clearly under estimates her abilities, but she will soon learn. Kneeling between her slender legs, my tongue glides gently over the insides of her thighs, I am fascinated by them, small firm and so very smooth, she shivers as the tip gently brushes along the inside just up to her knee. Then I move back to her panties, stroking the thin material it is clear that the material is quite sodden.

"So being chained up and gagged is a turn on for you is it?" She shakes her head." They all say that, always deny what they know to be true. My girl friend Alison discovered my inclination for kinky sex games. She was reluctant at first but like you became uncontrollably wet soon enough.

"You’re a bit of a genie slut aren’t you Jean?" Again she shakes her head. Gently pulling the thin white material aside reveals her lovely shaved slit, parting the lips I lean forward and begin to explore her with my tongue. She stiffens for a moment, her breathing becomes loud as air is inhaled through her nose. The tip of my tongue begins a gentle dance over the very hard nodule within, then gently, very gently, insert two fingers into a gushing river, they begin to move piston like as I work on her clit, licking and sucking. Torrents of her juices run down my mouth. Withdrawing my fingers I Continue now to just use my mouth she pushes her hips forward thrusting into my face, drowning me in a her juices and I am momentarily unable to breathe, it is a fantastic sensation! A thought flashes through my mind ‘If I am ever to go, it would be like this!’

Drawing back for a moment juices running down my nose, and face, taking a few deep breaths I lean back but this time insert my thumb also. She gasps as I do so, and begins to thrust back and forth as my mouth focuses upon her clit in no time she is wriggling pulling hard at the wrist chains and ankle chains. They hold her fast as she is driven insane by the combined assault upon her clit and deep within her slit! One last suck and she screams through the gag, her hips begin to convulse and then she stiffens and her whole body jerks! She comes so hard, for such a small woman the intensity and power her body creates is truly amazing. Her head is thrown backwards hitting the wall with a thud! More screams through the gag! And then she slowly begins to relax, her body still juddering from after shocks.

***

Later I am laying asleep next to Jean. "Master. Master" My eyes open at her gentle whispers. Jean is staring at me in a mixture of surprise and horror. "Your special wish — You wanted… Me! — I don’t understand."

"You can read my thoughts, why is it such a surprise for you?

"Of course I can read your thoughts that’s how I know your desires but…"

"Then why is that so surprising?"

"Because. Because none of my previous masters have ever wanted ME! It has always been some other woman real or fantasy.

"But I’m not Any Other master."

"No, no that is quite apparent." She replies smiling.

"I want you Jean," I hear myself saying. "Not some fantasy but a real woman, a real, beautiful sexy woman and together we can still explore my fantasies, especially with you. Plus I give her a wink. "Lady Midnight captured again and again."

THE END????

JEAN GENIE

It all started the day I attended an auction with my girlfriend Alison. She had her eye on an rather exotic looking antique bottle. The auction assistant held it aloft for all to see and, I had to admit it was quite striking looking. About the size of a champagne bottle but rounded at the bottom with silver guilding all over it.

Ally raised her hand to bid then, gave a huff of frustration as a phone bidder outbid her considerably. "Any more? Any more bids?" The room remained quiet. "Any more bids?" asked the auctioneer glancing at Ally who shook her head. As the auctioneer was about to bang his gavel closing the sale my hand shot up. "Sold!" He shouted bringing the gavel down then pointing to me.

"There you go I," say grinning its all yours.
"You idiot! I was trying to buy it for you! It’s your birthday next week!" With that she shakes her head and walks away leaving me feeling pretty foolish. The bottle sits smartly on my writing table a present from Alison who, after everything insisted upon paying for it despite it being far more than she could really afford. "You will, make this up to me," she told me later. "Birthday or no." It is indeed a lovely present but it looked a bit dull and lack lustre in the light of my office. Deciding to give it a clean I took it downstairs found a soft rag and started to give it a buff up. As I did so it slipped from hand falling to the floor with crash! I stood mortified as the bottle lay at my feet the top appearing to have broken off and green liquid began to seep out running all over my wooden floor. Then something curious happens the green liquid starts to move as if… if it has a life of its own!

"I am the genie of the bottle what is your wish master?" For a moment I am unable to respond, the Nicole Kidman genie waits patiently with a beaming smile that quickly drops. "You are not pleased with me master? Is not my form pleasing? I sensed this was your fantasy woman and took her form but perhaps…" She pauses as if considering her next words then smiles again, "I understand master you prefer…" And with that changes into Elle McPherson! Again she stands smiling.

"That’s, that’s very impressive," is all I can say.

"Thank you master, I exist only to serve. You are pleased?"

"Ye, yeah, ah, very pleased," I stutter not quite knowing what to say. "Ah… what do I call

you?"

"Anything you wish master I am yours to command."

"Yes, I get that. I’m sorry this is a little surreal."

"I understand master, I always find this but, in time you will feel more

comfortable with me."

"I’m sure I will, but, what’s your name".

"Anything you wish master."

"Very well, what I wish is to know your name, that is, if you have one."

"I do indeed master but I’ve not heard it said in a very long time."

"Really? How long?

"About two thousand years."

"I see, and what is it?"

"Jean."

"I’m sorry!"

"My name. Is Jean master."

"I see."

"You are disappointed?"

"No, just, surprised. Forgive me but I was expecting something more…"

"Exotic?"

"Yes, I suppose so. I’m sorry, in any event it’s a pleasure to meet you - Jean."

At this she smiles. "And it is a pleasure to meet my new master too."

"Would you do something for me?"

"Anything master, your will is…

"Yes I get that. Do you have a true form?"

"Yes, yes I do but I’ve not taken it for some time now."

"I’m sure you haven’t but I wish you to assume your true form."

"You are displeased with this one? I do not understand!"

"I’m not displeased — I’m just finding it a little unsettling at the moment,

so if you would please..."

"I understand master." And with that she dissolves into a puff of green smoke and reforms into — a blonde, and a very sexy one at that standing about 5 feet 2 inches again still clad in an Arabian slave outfit, complete with very generous cleavage. For a moment she reminds me of a very young looking Dolly Parton! Only, her breasts are not on the same scale, they are however, extremely lovely. "This is my true form master." Her voice has now taken a slightly squeaky form almost pixie like. In fact everything about her is pixie like, and she is a real looker.

"I’m very pleased to meet the real you Jean."

"You approve master? Some of my previous masters never seemed to do so they

much preferred…"

"Taller women?"

"Among, other things master - yes."

"Be assured Jean that I approve, you are beautiful."

"Why, thank you master!" At this she starts to jump up and down

excitedly then springs forward and gives me a hug. "I will make you very

happy master I promise you."

"I’ve no doubt of that," I say gently pulling her off. "Now tell me how does

this work?"

"I’m sorry master I do not understand!"

"I mean how does this work? Do I get three wishes or something?

At this she starts to laugh. "Oh no master, that’s just fairy tale

nonsense, those Arabian nights stories and that dreadful Aladdin have

much to answer for. I am yours to command your wish, your every desire

is mine to fulfil, there is no limit to how many you may have."

"I see," I say thinking. "In that case, I’d like a red Ferrari the very best

available." Her smile drops.

"What? What is it?"

"I - I am unable to grant that wish master," she says looking dejected.

"Alright I’d like a big house, a mansion…"

"I - I am unable to grant that wish also."

"What do you mean you… What sort of genie are you?"

"Not the sort you think I am master."

"Clearly not, then what are you?"

"I’m a fantasy genie master"

"A what? What the hell is that?"

"I have the power to grant your deepest sexual fantasies, that is why I

appeared to you as those two women. When you touched my bottle I

sensed you desired them and sought to grant your wish."

"I think I understand."

"Who would you like me to be for you master?"

"Who?"

"Yes I can be any woman you desire — in any way — you desire." She

adds seductively

"Any woman?"

"Yes master."

My mind literally raced at the possibilities that now confronted me, the many different women that I could have! And yet, through all this something strange occurred, no longer did I imagine Nicole or Elle or even for that matter Alison; and lord knows she had been part of my fantasy world for sometime now, and had even, indulged a few for me. I had discovered very quickly that my lovely girlfriend had a very open mind in that regard.

"What I’d truly like is…" Closing my eyes for a moment I began envisioning that one woman

the one that I truly wanted truly desired…

***

The blonde tugged against the chain holding her wrist to the wall, then turned and pulled at the other. A muffled cry of frustration emanated from the thick cloth gag in her mouth. She sat secured to the bench, her wrists chained either side T shape to the wall her ankles chained open also. Clad only in a white one piece dress and cream panties and bare footed, she was going nowhere. The tightly secured cloth gag bit into the sides of her mouth, the large knot lodged between her pearly white teeth created a stream of drool that ran down her chin. I stood in front of her naked my rock hard erection barely a foot away from her face pointed up in an accusatory manner. Her eyes widened at sight of it, not so much because of the length, I was quite average in that department at just over 6 inches. But what really unnerved her was its thickness, the girth had brought the same reaction from other women. "Don’t be scared now, you can take this, you can take it all. Do you understand?" She shakes her head wide eyed. I find it amusing but also understand her fear, she is after all quite a small woman at only 5ft 2in, gorgeous curvy figure just perfect for her build. She clearly under estimates her abilities, but she will soon learn. Kneeling between her slender legs, my tongue glides gently over the insides of her thighs, I am fascinated by them, small firm and so very smooth, she shivers as the tip gently brushes along the inside just up to her knee. Then I move back to her panties, stroking the thin material it is clear that the material is quite sodden.

"So being chained up and gagged is a turn on for you is it?" She shakes her head." They all say that, always deny what they know to be true. "You’re a bit of a slut aren’t you?" Again she shakes her head. Gently pulling the thin white material aside reveals her lovely shaved slit, parting the lips I lean forward and begin to explore her with my tongue. She stiffens for a moment, her breathing becomes loud as air is inhaled through her nose. The tip of my tongue begins a gentle dance over the very hard nodule within, then gently, very gently, insert two fingers into a gushing river, they begin to move piston like as I work on her clit, licking and sucking. Torrents of her juices run down my mouth. Withdrawing my fingers I Continue now to just use my mouth she pushes her hips forward thrusting into my face, drowning me in a her juices and I am momentarily unable to breathe, it is a fantastic sensation! A thought flashes through my mind ‘If I am ever to go, it would be like this!’

***

"Master!" My eyes open at her cry. Jean is staring at me in a mixture of surprise and horror.

"You — You want… Me! — I don’t understand."

"You can read my thoughts?" I exclaim.

"Of course that’s how I sense your desires but…"

"Then why is that so surprising?" I heard myself voice the question and yet at the same time

mentally asking myself the same thing.

"Because none of my previous masters have ever wanted ME! It has always been some

other woman, perhaps one that they could not have."

"But I’m not any other master."

"No, no that is quite apparent." She replies smiling.

"I want you Jean," I hear myself saying. "Not some facsimile but a real woman, a real,

beautiful sexy woman and together we can explore my fantasies and, even some

of yours?"

"Master?"

"Oh come on now. You’re not going to tell me that after two thousand years or more you

don’t have one or two you’d like to explore?"

She gives me a mischievous smile then nods. "Perhaps, one or two master. One or two."

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