Magic Shoppe - Genie Bottle (Patreon)

As the door opened, a bell bracketed to the wall rang. "Welcome to the Magic Shoppe," the tall, thin proprietor announced. "How may I help you today?" A man and a woman entered and closed the door behind them.

The man looked at his wife expectantly. She stepped up to the counter and began, “We were wondering if you had anything that might help us with some Halloween costumes were planning to use this year.”

“This is not a costume shoppe,” the proprietor explained. “Although I suppose some of the novelty items here in the front could be used as props. What sort of costumes did you have in mind?”

“Well, Tony's costume won't require any help. He's going to wear an Air Force uniform and I was going to dress up as a genie, like from that old TV show. I was hoping you might have some flash powder or something so that I could ‘appear’ from nowhere like a genie.”

“We were also looking for a good lamp or bottle prop,” Tony added.

“One moment,” the proprietor said and he stepped through a curtain behind the counter. A moment later he returned holding a thin, cobalt blue bottle painted in an Arabian motif. It had a bulbous bottom, a long narrow neck, and mushroom-shaped cork stopper. A decorative gold band on a chain sat on the widest part of the bottle. He handed it to the woman and said, “This should be exactly what you want.”

“Oh, it's beautiful.”

“Wearing the band as a torque will enhance your genie ensemble.” The proprietor explained. “As for smoke...” he pulled the cork stopper off the bottle and a fuchsia colored smoke emitted from the bottle.

“Sold.”

* * *

“Go try on your uniform and I'll put on my costume,” she said as the entered their house.

“Really, Faye? Halloween is two weeks away,” Tony said.

“I want to see how we look in them together. Besides, if you do this, I'll grant you a wish.”

“Ha ha, okay. The uniform is still hanging in the garage, right?” As she nodded, he left the room.

Faye immediately opened the box containing the bottle. The necklace caught her eye. She undid the clasp and it spread open on a hidden hinge. She put it around her neck and closed it hearing the clasp snap. It felt surprisingly comfortable around her neck if a bit heavier than she expected. “I need to go put on the rest of the costume,” she thought as she rushed upstairs.

Tony came out of the garage with his costume on a hanger. It was still wrapped in plastic from the dry cleaner. Seeing the empty box on the table, he hurried upstairs. Leading toward the bed, he saw a trail of Faye's discarded shoes, dress, bra, and hosiery. The adjoining bathroom door was closed and Tony assumed Faye was inside. He took off his clothes. He pulled the plastic off the hanger and put on the uniform.

Finished, he wondered what was taking Faye so long. He knocked on the  bathroom door, “Faye?” There was no response. He knocked again and called out more insistently, “Faye!” He reached for the handle and was relieved it was unlocked as he pushed the door open.

Faye wasn’t there. But, there were obvious signs she had recently been there. The hanger on which her genie costume was normally hung lay on the counter top. On the floor nearby was a discarded pair of panties. Looking around he noticed the genie bottle had rolled into a corner. “Faye?” he called again stepping around the wall to the shower, which was also empty. He picked up the bottle and left the bathroom.

In the bedroom he set the bottle down and began a search starting in the walk-in closet. Leaving the bedroom, he checked the main bathroom and her sewing room: all empty. At the top of the stairs he called down for her to no response. He went downstairs and checked every room. Her car was still in the garage.

Returning to the bedroom, he noticed the bottle again. Something was different about it. Around the wide part of the bottom were a few notches that might hold something in place. There had been a gold band there when the guy at the shoppe had shown them the bottle before. Had someone somehow have kidnapped Faye and stole the gold band as well? That seemed preposterous.

His finger ran along the curved decorations on the cork stopper. It was very tightly shut. He casually pulled on the stopper and it would not budge. He tried more forcefully and there was a loud pop as it pulled free. Purplish, pink smoke burst forth from the open bottle. As quickly as the smoke appeared, it dissipated. A woman with Faye's face but darker complexion stood before him. She was dressed in billowy purple and green silks. Her hair was jet black and straight. Styled with a high ponytail, it reached down to her hips in length. Her head was slightly bowed. Her feet were bare. The round gold band circled her neck. Similar rounded bracelets adorned her arms. Her arms were angled straight out at the shoulders and bent at the elbows back toward her chest where her hands were pressed together, finger to finger vertically just above her ample breasts.

As she looked up, she stared him straight in the eyes and intoned, “I am the genie of the bottle. Thank you, Master, for freeing me. How may I serve you?”

“Faye?”

She lowered her arms slightly and smiled conspiratorially. “That was neat wasn't it. C'mon, ask me for a wish.” And then she straightened back up, hands as before, with a serious expression once again.

“You're a genie?”

“I am.”

“You grant wishes?”

“I do.”

“What kinds of wishes?”

She stepped back and looked about the room. “This is no bedroom for Master.” She held her arms outward and folded her forearms in front of herself so that her hands cupped her opposite elbows. She bobbed her head once. There was a comical ‘boing of a spring’ sound. The room immediately changed. It was larger, maybe three times as large and twice as tall. Wardrobes, chairs, and lounges of varying size and arrangement filled the space. Beautiful rugs – Persian rugs? – delineated which parts of the room went together. A brass bathtub occupied a far corner. The décor was old-Arabian in style. The bed, now a poster bed, was twice the size it had been and was filled with silk covered pillows and linens. Silks hung from the top of the rails connecting the tall posts. “That is much better. Does this please, Master?”

Tony was speechless as he looked around the room. Decorative urns and knickknacks were carefully placed on various tables, benched and side tables.

She took him by the hand and led him toward the tub. She started removing his clothes by hand as she said, “You seem tense, Master. Let me wash you in the bath.” She helped him step into the tub and followed him sitting behind him. With a nod, the tub was instantly filled with not-too-hot water. She sluiced his back and began rubbing his back with a wash cloth.

“Faye?”

“Yes, Master?”

“You don’t think this is weird?”

“That I’ve turned into an actual genie?”

“Yes, that.”

“I suppose it is unusual. But, I love it.”

“You do?”

“I do. I’ve always dreamed of being some kind of magical being. A faerie, a genie, a witch. Anything that can make magic. And now I can.”

“And I’m your master. You’re okay with that?”

“Of course. A genie needs a Master or she’d be stuck in her bottle with no chance to make magic.”

“Did you know this would happen?”

“No. The proprietor of the shoppe must have read my mind.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, while we were there I was hoping I could become a real genie.”

“You never told me this.”

“I thought it was silly and you wouldn’t approve. You do approve, don’t you, Master?”

“I suppose I could get use to this.”

She had washed his arms and chest and was now washing his legs. And as she reached the top of his leg, she ran the washcloth against his cock and balls.

“Master is excited,” she said as his cock stiffened. “May I wash here more intimately?”

“Sure.”

With a nod and a boing, they were both dry and lying on the bed. Her mouth was wrapped around his cock. She pleasured his cock in ways he had never experienced before.

“I’m gonna’ cum,” he warned her.

She continued to pleasure him and he came in her mouth. She drank down all he released. She did not stop until he softened. “Did Master enjoy that?”

“Very much so. You usually don’t swallow.”

“I knew you would prefer that I did. Wasn’t that the right thing to do?”

“Yes. You were great.”

* * *

“I am the genie of the bottle. Thank you, Master, for freeing me. How may I serve you?” She said as her smoky form solidified. Tony had woken up alone in bed and could not find Faye. He only noticed the bottle was sealed by chance.

“Why were you in your bottle?”

“Genies sleep in their bottle.”

“So, you won’t be sleeping with me any more?”

“Only if you command it.”

“I command it.”

“I will sleep with you tonight.”

“Every night.”

“As you wish, Master.”

“Faye, don’t you want to sleep with me?”

“Of course, I do. But, it is no longer my choice.”

“And you’re okay with that.”

“I’m okay with anything Master wants.”

He sighed. “I want you to be the woman I fell in love with.”

“I’m still that woman,” she said. “I’m also a genie. And there are rules.”

“I don’t want rules. I wish we had never gone into that store.”

As the door opened, a bell bracketed to the wall rang. "Welcome to the Magic Shoppe," the tall, thin proprietor announced. "How may I help you today?" A man and a woman stood on the threshold of the store.

“No, I don’t think so, Faye. We’re not going in,” Tony said. “I have a weird feeling about this place.”

“But surely this is the place to find what we are looking for.”

“I just have a bad feeling.”

“Are you sure I can’t help you?” The proprietor asked again.

“Okay,” Faye said. “Let’s leave, Master.”

She winked at the proprietor, who winked back.