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I don't know how long ago that was. Time has lost all meaning. I don't know if we're still in her bottle, where that bottle may be, if a person could even find it or do anything with it. I'm pretty sure my last wish guaranteed Zarra won't be calling anyone else master ever again. But she still calls me that. Over and over again as she orgasms thanks to my fingers or my cock or my mouth. I can only assume her magic is keeping me healthy, alive, and sane. I'm certain I should have lost at least one of those a long time ago. My sanity especially, since I have yet to have even one orgasm since the time she grinded one out in my swimsuit. Not only am I not insane from my blue balls, but I'm actually happy. I live to satisfy an insatiable genie. So even though she still calls me master, we both know who really owns whom.
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pifanabout 1 year agoI loved your earlier story Teasepot, the buildup was awesome. This one was good, but seemed a bit rushed. I love it when main character ends up slowly discovering his predicament.
Psi_Primeabout 1 year agoYour storys are awsome i love them the teasepot was fire and this one with someone who doomed himself just Hot pls more magic orgasm denial
And i have a question i tried to writte a story on my own but this side wont let me upload it
