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MidReal Story
My New Slave
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
Create my version of this story
Anja Müller
She is a 35yearold German woman who recently divorced. She is curious,impulsive,and naive. Anja finds herself in Dubai after her friend's wedding,alone and bored. She discovers a mysterious shop and buys a strange bottle. Inside,she meets a female genie named Salma. The genie tricks Anja into drinking from the bottle,leading to her transformation into a genie. Now bound by the rules of the genies,Anja must wear the genie outfit and serve Salma,her former slave.
Salma
She is a female genie who was once a slave like Anja. She is cunning,manipulative,and triumphant. Salma drinks from the bottle to become Anja's master. She has magical powers and knows how to use them to her advantage. Salma transforms Anja into a genie through magical means,taking control and asserting dominance. According to genies' rules,she becomes the new owner of the bottle,enjoying the freedom and power while Anja is bound to serve her.
I was on a trip to Dubai.
It was my first time in this city.
I found a shop selling peculiar items, so I went inside and I saw a bottle with golden decorations.
I asked the shopkeeper about the bottle and he said it was just a bottle, nothing special.
But I felt like I had to buy it, so I did.
When I got home, I took the bottle and I washed it.
And then... I don't know what happened.
I felt dizzy and then passed out.
When I woke up, I found myself in the bathroom, naked, and a woman in front of me, also naked.
She said she was a genie and that she would grant me three wishes.
I couldn't believe what was happening.
I thought it was all a dream, but when I looked at the bottle on the counter, I realized it was real.
The genie told me her name was Salma and that whoever owned the genie bottle or lamp was the master of the genie if it was a man, or the mistress of the genie if it was a woman.
The master or mistress had to make three wishes and after that, the master or mistress had the right to make the genie free from being trapped in his or her bottle or lamp by wishing it so.
I sit on my hotel bed, still trying to process what just happened.
Salma is lounging on a plush armchair, her bare skin glowing in the dim light of the room.
"So, what's it like living in a bottle?" she asks, her voice husky and seductive.
I take a deep breath and try to gather my thoughts.
"It's... surreal," I say finally.
"I keep expecting to wake up and find out it was all a dream."
Salma smiles and leans forward, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders.
"It's not a dream," she says.
"I'm real, and I'm here to grant your wishes."
I nod, still trying to wrap my head around the situation.
"So, what do you want to know?"
I ask her.
"Everything," she replies with a smile.
"Tell me about your life in the bottle."
I take a deep breath and begin to explain how I found the bottle and how I ended up here.
Salma listens intently, her eyes sparkling with interest. "It's amazing," she says when I finish.
"I've never heard of anything like that before."
I shrug.
"It's not every day you find a genie in a bottle," I say wryly.
Salma laughs and leans back in her chair.
"So, what do you think of me so far?" she asks.
I hesitate for a moment before answering.
"You're... different," I say finally.
"I mean, you're a genie. I've never met one before."
Salma nods thoughtfully.
"Yes, I am different," she says.
"But I'm also very much like you. I have feelings and desires and dreams, just like you do."
I nod slowly, starting to understand what she means.
"So, what's it like being a genie?" she asks me curiously.
I laugh and shake my head.
"I don't know," I admit.
"I've only been one for a few minutes."
Salma smiles and leans forward again.
"Well, let me tell you," she says conspiratorially.
"It's amazing. You get to live in a beautiful palace with silk cushions and marble fountains. You have endless rooms filled with treasures beyond your wildest dreams. And you get to grant wishes for people all day long."
My eyes widen as she speaks, imagining what it would be like to live such a life. "And that's not all," Salma continues with a mischievous grin.
"You also get to see the world through the eyes of every master or mistress you serve," she says, her voice tinged with nostalgia.
"But there's a catch, isn't there?" I ask, sensing a deeper truth behind her words.
Salma's smile fades slightly as she nods, "Yes, freedom is always just out of reach until someone wishes it for you."
Her eyes light up again as she continues, "But the bottle is so luxurious inside. There are gleaming marble fountains and plush silk cushions everywhere. You can lounge on them all day long, watching the water flow and listening to the sound of the wind outside."
I lean forward, entranced by her description.
"It sounds like a dream come true," I say, imagining myself in such a place.
Salma nods, a faraway look in her eyes.
"It is," she says wistfully.
"But it's not all fun and games. Sometimes you get stuck with a master or mistress who doesn't treat you well. They make you do things you don't want to do, or they ignore you altogether."
My heart goes out to her as she speaks, imagining how hard it must be to be trapped in a bottle for centuries.
"That sounds awful," I say, feeling a pang of sympathy for her.
Salma nods sadly, batting her long eyelashes.
"If only someone would wish me free," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them.
"I wish you were free."
As soon as I speak, a bright golden light erupts around us both.
Salma rises into the air, her body glowing with an otherworldly energy.
She looks down at me, her eyes filled with gratitude and disbelief.
"You really did it," she breathes, her voice trembling with emotion.
I nod, watching as the light envelops her, "I couldn't let you stay trapped any longer."
As the golden light fades, I notice something is wrong.
My skin tingles and burns, like tiny sparks are dancing across my flesh.
I look down at my hands, and they're dissolving into sparkles of their own.
My clothes are disappearing, replaced by a pair of ornate golden cuffs materializing on my wrists.
Salma's grateful expression has transformed into a triumphant smirk.
I try to step back, but my legs won't move.
Sheer fabric appears around my hips, forming harem pants while my shirt vanishes, leaving only a small vest and pasties covering my breasts.
"What's happening?" I gasp as the magic continues transforming my outfit.
I stumble backward as the genie outfit materializes completely.
The sheer fabric clings to my body, and I realize my skin has transformed to match Salma's.
My legs turn to smoke below the knees, and an invisible force pulls me toward the bottle.
I grab the doorframe, fighting against the magical current.
But my fingers pass through solid matter as if it were air.
Salma watches with satisfaction as I drift helplessly through the bottle's narrow neck.
The luxurious interior she described comes into view - but instead of welcoming, it feels like a prison.
"Why?" I cry out, my voice echoing in the confined space.
Salma's laughter is soft but sharp, "Because every genie needs a replacement, darling."
"You promised freedom," I protest, my voice breaking with betrayal.
