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My New Genie Mistress
Scenario:Make a story about a 35 year old, German woman that finds a genie bottle (with a female genie) in her trip in Dubai and the genie slowly tricks her into switching places by tempting her. Lore: Genie rules (usually are unknown to masters): " Whoever owns the genie bottle/lamp is the master (if it is a man) or the mistress (if it is a woman) of the genie. The genie has to obey to their master or mistress. The genie can grant three wishes to their master or mistress. If a master/mistress wishes a genie free without breaking the curse with celestial magic, the master/mistress will take the genie place as the genie of the bottle or lamp (a rule that the genies always hide so that they can trick their masters or mistress). The female genie outfit is a typical harem-girl costume: harem-pants, cuffs, nipple pasties, a vest and a veil. Part of the being a genie is to wear this outfit. Whenever someone becomes a genie her outfit changes to a genie outfit. If someone wears the outfit of a genie, she will become gradually the new genie of the bottle or lamp (a rule that the genies always hide so that they can trick their masters or mistress). The story has to have bad ending for the woman: becoming a genie forever and serving the former genie when she is out of the bottle
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Anja Müller
She is a 35yearold German woman who recently divorced. She is curious, impulsive, and naive. Anja finds herself in a Dubai hotel room after drinking a mysterious drink offered by a stranger. To her surprise, a genie bottle reveals itself, and the female genie transforms into the genie's costume. Anja, tempted by the promises of wealth and beauty, makes two wishes to become the new genie, unaware of the eternal curse.
Anja (as Genie)
She is a new genie trapped in a bottle once belonging to her. She is cunning, manipulative, and seductive. Anja as a genie experiences the thrill of controlling others' desires and fulfilling their deepest fantasies. She tricks her former master into drinking another mysterious drink, ensuring his permanent slumber. With her newfound freedom, she enjoys seducing other women and feeding them the same potion to replicate her experience of power and allure.
I still don’t know how I ended up in Dubai.
I remember the stranger offering me a weird drink in the hotel bar.
I remember drinking it and feeling dizzy.
And I remember waking up here, in this enormous bed, in this luxurious room.
But everything in between is a complete blank.
I tried to remember what happened next, how I got here, what I did, who I met.
But my brain is a complete blank.
If I didn’t know any better, I would think that I was abducted.
Which sounds ridiculous.
I mean, who gets abducted these days?
It’s not like it’s the 15th century or something.
Of course, my phone is dead, otherwise I would try to call someone to come get me.
I tried to turn on the TV but it doesn’t work.
And there is no internet in this room.
And no one answers the phone when I call the reception.
It’s as if I am completely cut off from the rest of the world.
Which is also ridiculous, because that never happens.
Not in this day and age.
Unless… unless I really was abducted.
I get up from the bed.
My legs are still wobbly from whatever was in that drink.
The room is massive, with gold-trimmed furniture and silk curtains.
It’s like something out of a movie.
But there is something off about it.
Something that doesn’t feel right.
I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it in my bones.
I walk around the room, checking every corner, running my fingers along the ornate wallpaper.
And then I see it.
Behind the heavy drapes, there is an alcove that I hadn’t noticed before.
It’s small and hidden away, but it’s there.
And on a marble pedestal in the center of the alcove is a bottle.
It’s an old bottle, with intricate patterns etched into its surface.
It looks ancient, like something out of a museum. I reach out to touch it, and as soon as my skin makes contact with the metal, I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body.
The bottle feels warm against my skin, like it has been sitting in the sun for hours.
But that’s impossible, because it’s been hidden away in this alcove the whole time.
I lift the bottle off of its pedestal and turn it over in my hands, studying it carefully.
My trembling fingers trace the delicate engravings etched into the bottle's surface.
I don't know why, but I feel an inexplicable pull to open it.
The stopper is wedged tight, but with each twist, the bottle seems to grow warmer in my hands.
The ornate glass catches the dim light, casting dancing patterns on the walls.
I grip the neck of the bottle firmly and give the cork one final, determined turn.
It releases with a soft pop that echoes through the silent room.
My heart pounds in my chest as I hold the uncorked bottle, watching thin wisps of iridescent smoke begin curling from its mouth.
The mist carries a sweet, intoxicating scent of jasmine and exotic spices that makes my head swim.
A voice, smooth and resonant, fills the room, "Finally, someone has released me from that cursed prison."
I stagger back, eyes wide, "Who... who are you?"
The smoke swirls and coalesces into a figure, its eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom, "I am the spirit bound to this vessel, and you, my dear, have just become part of a very old bargain."