It's a tale as old as time, isn't it? Somebody finds a rusty old lamp (that for some reason looks more like a coffee pot), goes to polish it up and *flash* out smokes the top half of a man to offer three wishes?
Well, that's not quite how I met my Genie… and MY Genie was quite obviously not a man, either.
We met, of all places, at a sex club - specifically my local BDSM night - I was there as one of only a select few single males allowed and had won the ballot for that month's meeting, the idea being to keep the numbers sensible and have a balance between couples, singles, and their respective orientations. My recent dating history had been a string of nice but vanilla women and at nearly 30, I was starting to look for someone permanent, and with whom I could explore lifestyle submission and a Female Led Relationship.
Registering at the desk I took my wristband- blue - meaning "uncollared, single, free use, never-cummer", and got changed into leather chaps, sheer black t-shirt, heavy black leather boots, and attached my cage key to an anklet, our club's requirement for all single chastity subs, along with 'chastity cage must be on show at all times'. I wear the small black cage almost all the time, just enjoying the feeling of being locked with the key left back at home.
As an uncollared sub, club rules allowed me to mingle freely in the bar area, and watch in the action in the public playrooms, so I ordered a drink and sat at the bar at first, people watching, saying Hi to acquaintances etc, all couples, later becoming jealous as the bondage started happening and a woman began taking a flogging from her master, her wrists bound high over head to a post on the small stage in the corner.
Single women at a BDSM club are generally rare, for obvious reasons, so it was a surprise to see that tonight at least a handful had turned up, among whose number I quickly spied *her*. Not that I could easily miss her since she had locked eyes with me and was purposefully strutting over. I was captivated. Not quite hypnotised, but certainly I couldn't have described her outfit with any certainty, though I could fill volumes about her deep, brown eyes and full lashes, smokey eyeliner and perfect lips curled into a sexy yet comforting smile.
"And what do we have here?" she glanced down at my wristband "An unclaimed, chaste subbie here all by himself…and a cutie too." I blushed, and dropped my eyes, only then taking in the absolute smoke-show of her outfit and the figure it contained. Black rubber bodysuit, over which black crotchless tights and under bust corset, leather laced up knee boots with red laces and flat soles, black rubber fingerless opera gloves, her rich brunette hair plaited into one long, thick braid that rested playfully over the front of her shoulder and down her chest, her long fringe swept to one side almost reached down to her left eye, anime style.
She fondled my blue wristband, but said nothing and took my hand, gently pulling me to my feet. Feeling a sense of her power, rather than being intimidated, I regained eye contact and nodded in answer to her somewhat rhetorical question. A subtle twist of her wrist and movement of her fingers magically produced a drink in her free hand, and she led me over to an empty table close to the stage. This was all anyone needed to see to know someone was among the 'gifted' -blessed with the ability to harness the force known more readily as 'magic'. Having met gifted people before now I wasn't taken fully aback, if anything this situation just got a lot more interesting.
We sat and watched the woman being flogged, making the smallest of talk as gradually we got to know each other. As the stage show finished, the empty stage sat before us; nature abhorrs a vacuum… "Is that the sort of thing you're into? It can be your turn, if you'll trust me with your submission?"
"I would be honoured Mistress, and I do enjoy a flogging, or a spanking, though my main interests are inescapable strict bondage, chastity… especially long term caging"
She smiled and my heart skipped a beat at how quickly I was falling for this girl. "Mmmmm, music to my ears subbie, and you know, my gifts can make even your wildest of fantasies come true if you truly desire so. Come, I want to make you the star of the show tonight, just say 'Please Mistress' and be mine until dawn? Once you've experienced what a Gifted person can do for a kinky fantasist like you, maybe you'll want to be mine forever."
"Please Mistress."
In a flash we were on the stage. That twist of the wrist again and a thick, 2 inch tall leather collar appeared in her hand. Without hesitation I knelt and bowed my head, eagerly wanting to feel it strapped around my throat, a symbol for all those watching eyes to see that I was now hers. What more kinky wonders could her magic produce for me? Well, I would soon find out. "Strict bondage," she addressed the growing audience, "my new subbie claims he loves. My friends, he is about to discover what magic can do for a bondage slut like him, and that the magical realm can add new meaning to the word 'possible'."
I felt the collar twitch, and start to grow. A tentacle of a black material moved down my back, branching out into smaller ones which grabbed my upper arms, and wrists, each forming into conjoined cuffs and forcing them together firmly binding me in a strict yet comfortable embrace. A second tentacle moved down my chest and formed a harness squeezing around my body in several places both between and around my arms welding my torso into one tightly bound piece. Meanwhile the rear one continued down from the waist band and split my arse cheeks, meeting the front one which had encircled and tightly gripped behind my balls making the whole cockcaged set bulge between my legs. I felt the rear strap squirm and a finger of the material begin to probe my arsehole, working its way deep inside and then expanding to fill me up completely.
The whole process was divine; I've always loved the experience of being bound - each piece of bondage tightening up and making me more secure, and this magical bondage was like a living creature forming itself into a single inescapable piece. The last surprise was the collar spreading upwards to cover my face, forming a skintight hood over my head, leaving only the eyes and mouth open.
The audience applauded her work and I dropped to my knees at her feet in appreciation. The buttplug shifted every time I moved my hands or arms, since the whole thing was connected up, and my cock strained against the cage. "Now for the floor show! Bend over, bitch." She pushed my head down to the floor, my arse up in the air and began my paddling, each blow harder than the last, the crowd murmuring in increasing awe at my punishment. Once I started to scream the hood changed shape again and filled my mouth with a rubbery substance expanding like foam to fill every crevice and then hardening to mute all but panicked grunts through my nose. The pain from each impact eventually blurred into one long sensation until the crowd, anxious now, fell silent as she stopped hitting me and came right there on stage, her sadism driving her spontaneous orgasm through our magical link. My pain stopped abruptly, and I felt amazing. She panted an explanation to both me and the onlookers that anything inflicted upon me while magically bound would be felt as real, but reverses once the spell-maker has climaxed. My bondage released and retracted back into the collar, much to my disappointment, and I collapsed to the floor, in some disbelief at what I'd just experienced.
She pulled me up and we left the stage to applause, finished our drinks, and left together, a snap of her fingers took my cage key from its anklet to her necklace. With eyes only for each other we didn't bother getting changed, just putting on our overcoats for modesty's sake before hailing a cab. She gave them an address and we made out the whole journey; not only did I lose track of time being lost in her firm embrace, and her grip on my cage, but paid no attention to our route either. As I paid the driver, she parted reality with her hands, and led me through a gateway to her place.
"Don't be scared subbie," she soothed as I must have looked nervous when it closed behind us, "this place doesn't exactly exist in the mortal world, we Gifted have to stay hidden even though our magic is known and accepted these days - just in case, you know?" I didn't see the outside of the building, we quickly entered through a heavy wooden door into a warmly lit but imposing gothic hallway, all oak panelling and rich red velvet drapes. We shed our coats and she took both my hands in hers, fixing her eyes on mine and kissing me once more full on the lips. "In a moment subbie I shall take you down to the dungeon where you belong; I'm going to have my way with you until our bond is broken at dawn. Our magical link will allow me to use my powers to fulfil your fantasies and mine through your subconscious mind, and I'll enjoy doing to you whatever it is you desire, no matter how depraved it may be."
This sounded amazing to me, a lead grew from my collar and once again the thing twitched, this time flowing down my arms and creating a super tight arm binder, crushing my arms to my body in an unyielding yet comfortable embrace. She yanked the lead and I followed her sexy behind down the stairs, deep underground, that led to my ultimate fantasy dungeon; a cross between medieval castle prison and high end Dominatrix's chambers. A thick iron chain hung from the ceiling and she hooked it to the bondage between my shoulders, a quick gesture hauling me up onto tiptoes before a spreader bar pushed my ankles far apart leaving me hanging on full display. A short chain held the bar to the floor to hold my vulnerable form in place.
"I picked you because I like you, the feelings you're having are all real, and I feel them too. But I do need to tell you that my magic…my powers…come with a terrible curse. We can enjoy tonight to our hearts' content, but come the dawn, I will revert to being what you would call a Genie. Enslaved by higher powers to grant 'wishes three' to whomever is lucky - or unlucky - enough to be bestowed them by my Masters. You have been so bestowed: three wishes, and may use them after dawn tomorrow. Please be careful what you wish for as I do not have the power to change a wish once I have granted it."
All this time my balls were in her right hand, being crushed ever tighter as her epilogue ran on. Her left pinched a nipple and honestly I could barely focus on what she said. Three wishes that sounded great - maybe a chance to try out some long term chastity and slavery. But for now I knew I just wanted to be with her, really with her.
"Mistress," I gasped as she continued playing with my caged cock, "I understand, please…you have my body and soul for tonight, you have my cage key, I am yours. Please, no limits - I want to feel helpless to stop whatever it is that gives you pleasure. If I can make one request Mistress, please do not release my cock from its cage unless you absolutely desire to."
"Subbie I don't need your permission to do anything to you here; as I told you before in this magical realm you cannot come to permanent harm. We don't even need food here as exchanging sexual energy sustains us. However I will absolutely keep you locked in your cage, I have no need for your cock myself…and after all who doesn't love a lot of tease and denial? There is more than one way someone can cum in this realm."
The night that followed all this I shall never forget, and often think back on it. Mistress was so imaginative, and knew all my innermost kinks, right down to words and phrases that give me butterflies. My bondage was never removed but changed many times; at one point I was strictly hogtied by the magical restraints into a tight arch, with only my head left free so I could eat Mistress' gorgeous pussy, making her cum twice. A little later found me bound into a pillory, legs spread wide apart, to take first a brutal paddling on my exposed arse, and then a butt plug, before her latest surprise - she could grow a full set of her own between her legs - and 8 inch cock, thick and veiny with heavy balls. "Told you I wouldn't need your cock to get off subbie," she taunted as her balls hit my chin, the entire rest of it down my throat (no gag reflex either apparently in the magical realm!), choking me brutally. I remember spitting up quantities of saliva onto her to act as lube when she finally worked the fat head into my arse, fucking me hard and deep while spanking me and calling me all the filthiest names. It was like no pegging I'd ever had, she being able to feel everything unlike a Domme with a strapon, and we came together, me spurting out of the bars and her filling me arse with her cum, deep inside, before appearing once more at my face to have me clean her up.
Coming down from this I woke naked spread-eagled on the bed, tightly hooded and gagged as before. Clamps buzzed my nipples with electricity, metal plug doing the same up my arse. She lay next to me, stroking my chest down to my cock cage, now wearing only black rubber opera gloves and thigh high footless rubber stockings.
"It's nearly time, subbie. Soon our bond will break and I must ask you for your wishes. No doubt you will soon be a rich man with a big house and a beautiful wife, or a famous film star. Once granted, I must go to continue the work of my curse."
"Is there no way we can be together, Mistress? With what I know I can experience now I don't want to lose you. Could I wish for your release from the curse?"
"You can wish for whatever you desire, subbie, just so long as you are careful what you wish for. Remember I am not in control of your wish magic like I have been so far; everything we have done the magic has seen through our bond tonight and it will use that link to create your wishes. The only rules are that you cannot wish for death or for love since magic cannot tread there. It's generally best to be either very vague or very specific with a wish, and never greedy."
The room started to get lighter and, though she clearly wanted to say more, she kissed me deeply and said "I must prepare us."
She moved off the bed and I thought about my wishes. It seemed a safe bet to wish for other people to gain, so I'd use one wish on my friends and family. One wish to set Mistress free to take me as her sex slave… and the final one to fulfill my greatest kinky fantasy - a permanent metal chastity cage - no pinching, no cleaning, no nothing except exquisite denial, forever. Whether I was going to be able to have Mistress freedom or not, I knew this was what I wanted.
A flick of the wrist and I was back on my knees, the back of my collar locked to the ceiling chain, arms tightly retrained behind my back in reverse prayer, ankles strapped to thighs. Meanwhile, Mistress moved to the open space in front of me. I gazed longingly at those perfect D-cup tits and started getting harder in my cage again as she stood barefoot in front of me.
"Subbie, in a moment the light of dawn will hit my skin and start a chain of events which I do not control. My Masters are the ones who grant your wishes through my magic; it takes all my strength so I will be bound too for my own safety. Once I am, your bondage will be completed too and wishes must be made in full immediately. My Masters will take it from here. I implore you for the last time, my darling subbie, be careful what you wish for."
Something caught her eye at this point.
"Our time is up." She looked at me hard, her expression…scared maybe, at least a little.
The light hit her and invisible threads of energy wrapped around her wrists and ankles, spreadeagling my Mistress in mid air painfully tightly. She glowed and twinkled slightly as she hung there, imploring me with her eyes, almost apologetically.
With that, the chain hauled me up onto my knees and I struggled there, barely in contact with the floor and hardly able to breathe, panicking slightly, twisting and turning at the end of the chain.
"SUBBI…MRPH," Mistress called out and was immediately gagged, her cheeks bulging, unable to complete her… Warning? Plea?
Terrified now, a male voice boomed through the chamber. "BEARER OF WISHES, YOU HAVE RECEIVED A NIGHT OF PLEASURABLE GIFTS FROM OUR GENIE. YOU MUST NOW MAKE YOUR REQUESTS WHICH WILL IMMEDIATELY BE GRANTED BY HER. DO NOT TARRY, HER MAGIC CANNOT PROTECT YOUR PHYSICAL FORM UNTIL THREE WISHES ARE GRANTED IN FULL. SPEAK YOUR WISHES NOW, 'THESE ARE MY WISHES' WILL CAUSE GENIE TO GRANT THEM."
Suddenly I realised my bondage was now more real than anything I'd ever experienced, my stupid cock was loving every second of my peril and the haze of sex hormones and her naked and bound form all combined as the magical beings knew they would. Getting a hold of myself upon locking terrified eyes with Mistress, I panted out my wishes as clearly as possible.
"1. I wish for my friends and family…to be modestly lucky…and happy…in their wealth… and their health."
She closed her eyes and nodded, a safe wish evidently.
"2. I wish for Mistress… to be free to keep… me as her sex toy forever!"
A smile through the gag reassured me she wanted this too. Finally, a wish for me! Starting to get dizzy from the collar now, I carried on
"3. I wish…to be permanently locked…in a tiny cage of indestructible material…that can move and change to stay tight to my skin and never need cleaning or cause any… medical issues."
She hung there, wide eyed, about to start talking me out of my last wish, I guessed, but about to pass out I blurted, "these…are my wishes" in the nick of time. Despite the gag I could hear her screaming and saw her throw her head back, either in frustration or at the power of the magic coursing through her as my wishes were granted one by one. The first two I could of course see no effect, being bound in a dungeon and Mistress being restrained for her own good. But the third…
All my bondage including the chastity cage fell away and I dropped naked to the floor in a heap. I looked up at her and wondered why she had tears in her eyes. Suddenly a look of defiance clouded her gagged face and a ball of light formed in her right palm before her fingers twitched and it flew towards me, striking me in the crotch. It was a ball of the liquid material used to bind me so efficiently last night, which on contact became a tight ring behind my balls before tendrils wormed their way out and enveloped my cock in a lattice of black. Once the cage was done it began to constrict, my four inch cock being worked down and down (I was too engrossed in the process to start getting hard) until all that was left was about a one inch dome of shining black with a small drainage hole at the bottom. There was no keyhole - hell there was no LOCK, and it all felt really snug. The tendrils started again, moving up my belly and down through my legs forming a waist belt and crotch strap that left my arsehole open. Everything was fully bonded to my skin as before. I hadn't expected this much of a belt but still wasn't disappointed as I knew this material was comfortable as it moved with me, yet couldn't be damaged.
Mistress at this point had passed out from fulfilling my wishes and slumped in her aerial bondage, head lolled forward completely still. However as I finally did start to try and get hard in my new cage, the sexual energy generated flowed into her and she woke, still bound taut in mid air. Seeing my tiny new cage and belt, her expression changed from exhausted to relieved, though this was to be short lived. Her panicked look flashed across her face again as I felt the tentacles once more break out from the belt. What could be happening now? My chastity cage was done, surely?
The magic released her at last, as the black tentacles bound my arms in an exquisite reverse prayer she raced over to me, again with her eyes brimming with tears "I TOLD you to be CAREFUL subbie!" she wailed and hugged me tightly. The bondage continued to make that now familiar harness magically bonded to my torso, continuing down to frog-tie my legs.
"What…what did I do Mistress? I only asked for a chastity cage, are you doing this?"
She hugged me tighter, stroking my head and now spoke more softly, her tears making my face wet. "No, subbie, this is your wish being fulfilled." Tentacles if the material continued to wrap me up in a super tight (yet comfortable as before) arrangement of what ended up looking like belts and ropes in shining black. My fists became balled-up enclosed mitts, every binding cinched tight by thin tendrils. I mean I was terrified because of her attitude but otherwise the bondage was incredible!
"I told you to be careful subbing, I TOLD you; the Masters are tricky, but they can only grant a wish as it is spoken and…*sniff*…you didn't ask for a chastity cage."
She released her embrace and stepped back, and rods of the black material shot out around me and joined up, making a cube shape slightly smaller than my kneeling form. More tentacles snaked out from various parts of my bondage and met the rods before my tightly bound body was hauled into the centre of the cube and more and more rods created a lattice of solid bars like…oh my…a CAGE.
Suddenly I realised why Mistress was so upset; I never said the word 'chastity' in my wish, just 'CAGE'!
"3. I wish…to be permanently locked…in a tiny cage of indestructible material…that can move and change to stay tight to my skin and never need cleaning or cause any… medical issues."
I had only wanted to be locked in chastity, not this! The magic completed its work by making structures around my body to push my face slightly outside of the cage, and position my arse in a similar way to allow punishment and…other things. As the magic faded away Mistress dropped to her knees in front of my new, permanent home, running her hands over my head and testing the strength of my prison. Her magic was completely ineffective against that which held me of course, apart from being able to command a hood, gag, or butt plug to form as my head and arse were partly outside of the cage's magical boundary.
She stood, and wiped the tears from her pretty face. A flick of the wrist and her makeup was perfect again, her clothes changing to a full catsuit and leather overcoat.
"My curse. It seems I cannot defeat it. I do so wish you submissive humans were a little stronger in your resolve. And yet another one joins my collection. I really do like you though and I kinda feel bad you've wound up like this. Your second wish was sweet too but all that did was bind you too my immortality so I hope you're comfy in there - honestly what kind of a pervert asks a Genie for permanent bondage in a tiny cage"
This was too much - she had used me to try and break her curse? I squirmed in my unyielding bonds and started to protest, but as I opened my mouth to speak her cock filled my arse without warning and the magical material formed a gag once more. My cage was transported into the next room once she'd cum, and my eternity as her "sex toy" could begin, stored on a shelf next to the last guy who failed to heed Mistress’s warning, awaiting her desire to use one or more of us in some deprived manner. As the solid black hood enveloped my whole head and the gag filled my mouth, I swear I heard her laughing.
Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.