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 13^th 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.