She scowls at the Genie, clearly she had been trying to muddle up her previous wishes, trying her best to screw her over. She thinks about her final one, studying the creature before her. She was tall and wispy, her skin a light shade of red. Her bear feet gently whisking through the air above the ground as she graciously floats in the air. Her dress wisps and flows around her body, hinting at her shapely body and skin underneath it. A mass of long black hair, seemingly with a life of its own frames her face, a sly smile on her lips. Her large black eyes below small imp horns, full of intelligence and mischievous.
The Genie purrs at her “So what is your last wish Mistress?”. She pouts at the creature knowing whatever she picks is going to be warped. “I wish that you become my permanent bondage toy”. The Genie opens her mouth in surprise but the magic is already taking hold, a leather forming over her mouth forcing it closed again. Her eyes widen in sudden panic as her ability to speak is taken from her and she realises the magic is going to fulfil the woman wish without her. She struggles as Leather straps start to criss cross over her torso, she looks down and squirms, trying to fight against them, as her arms are similarly wrapped up and tugged crossed in front of her under her beasts, buckles wrapping around her back, tightening and clinching each one to encase her in the white leather jacket. She struggles against the straps, the woman giggling as she watches in excitement.
Her flowing dress is hitched up around her hips as a strap works between her legs sapping the last avenue of escape out if it exposing her long legs as the dress bunches out. Her legs flails as she feels thing wrap around them, floating in place unable to do anything as she is steadily encased in restrictive leather. Her struggling legs are forced together as well, straps grasping around her body, straps going up around her hips keeping it secure. Her whole body writhes as she struggles in vain, watching as the woman smiles at her, seeing her becoming utterly vulnerable for her.
The restraints are not done yet as they wrap around her throat forcing her head strait, stopping a lot of her wriggling, it keeps creeping over her head, starting to hide her features before it slips over her eyes blocking out the world. She tries to struggle but there is nothing to be done now as her wild hair starts to braid, until it is like a tail slowly shifting about, even that now subdued. The woman looks at her new prize, holding up the clear bottle, letting the Genie get sucked into it, her vulnerable and trapped form on display in the small bottle.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/i6tcmz/the_genie_ffantasybd
Playful and hot.
Mmm yummy