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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 with this bottle in my hand.
I was in Dubai for my trip, and I was having a good time.
I remember going to this bar and drinking this weird drink.
And then suddenly, I found myself in my hotel room with the bottle in my hand.
I was a little tipsy, and I didn't know what to do with it, so I put it aside and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and saw the bottle sitting on the edge of the bed.
Curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to take a closer look at it.
As soon as I touched it, the genie came out.
She was wearing a typical harem-girl costume: harem-pants, cuffs, nipple pasties, a vest, and a veil.
She told me that she was now my genie and that I had three wishes.
My first wish was to become rich.
She granted it immediately without saying anything about how she would do it.
My second wish was to become beautiful.
She also granted that one without telling me how she would do it.
After two wishes, I didn't know what else to wish for.
I already had everything that I needed: money, beauty, health, and freedom.
I sit cross-legged on my hotel bed, holding the bottle in my hand and studying it.
The genie is lounging in mid-air, her hands behind her head and her legs crossed.
"What's it like inside there?" she asks, turning the bottle in my hand.
Her eyes light up with excitement.
"It's wonderful," she says.
"There are silk cushions and pillows everywhere. The air is sweet with perfume, and there's always music playing softly in the background."
She materializes beside me on the bed, and I can hear the jingling of her bangles as she moves.
"Would you like to see?" she asks, holding out her hand.
I hesitate for a moment, but then my curiosity gets the better of me.
She takes my hand and helps me peer into the opening of the bottle.
A sweet, perfumed mist wafts up from inside, making my head spin.
Through the haze, I can see shimmering curtains and plush divans.
"Why do you stay in there if it's so wonderful?" I ask, pulling back slightly.
She smiles wistfully, her eyes reflecting a depth of longing.
"Because it's not freedom; it's just a beautiful cage," she replies softly, her voice tinged with sadness.
I sit back, fidgeting with the stopper of the bottle.
The sweet perfume still lingers in my nostrils from peering inside.
"It must be lonely being trapped in there," I say, glancing over at her.
"Isn't there some way to free you?"
Her eyes sparkle as she settles beside me on the bed, her transparent form casting no shadow on the bedspread.
She traces one finger along the curved surface of the bottle, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"There is one way," she says, "but few mistresses are brave enough to grant such freedom."
I lean closer, intrigued.