Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master

"I think so. It shouldn't be too hard to remember. Of course, if I try to violate one, I'm sure you'll remind me," chuckled Stephen.

"Absolutely I will, Master," she grinned.

"Okay, well let's set another rule, if we can?" He asked. "This whole 'master' thing is a little off-putting for me. I'm sure that was probably very common in the time you were created, but we really don't do that anymore in 2019 America."

She looked slightly hurt for a moment, before sticking out her lower lip. "Then what shall I call you?"

"You can call me Stephen, like everyone else does. My name is Stephen Willow," he replied.

"Okay, I'll give that a try Mast-, I mean.. Stephen," she replied with a shy smile.

"That's perfect, thank you, er.. genie," he laughed. "Do you have a name of your own?"

"A long time ago, I once had another name, but that is no longer. Therefore, I am nameless, and it is your prerogative as my master to name me. That is, if you would like to S-Stephen," she replied with shaky confidence.

"I get to name you?" He asked, gulping hard at the thought. What would you name someone so beautiful and so.. trusting? Suddenly, he felt a lot of pressure to pick the perfect name for her, something that she would enjoy, but would be fitting to her nature.

"Mhmm," purred the genie.

"That's a lot of pressure. I can't just throw a name out there without giving it some thought. Is it okay if I think about it for a little?"

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She smiled, "Of course, Mast-, I mean, Stephen!"

"Okay, let me think about. I promise you, I'll pick a name that suits you well, and matches your beauty," he promised, surprised he had the nerve to call her beautiful.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She asked, her eyes giving a soft, vulnerable look.

"God yes," he answered, quickly. "You're exquisite. I get the urge every five minutes to pinch myself and make sure this isn't a dream."

She got up casually, sauntering over to where he was sitting. Slowly, she straddled herself onto his lap, and wrapped each arm around his neck. "Are you sure now it's not a dream, Stephen?"

Stephen swallowed hard. His face was mere inches from her, and the smell of jasmine drifted in slowly to his nose. How he so badly wanted to press those few remaining inches and connect his lips with hers.

"You know, you're not at all like I expected you to be," she said, lightly.

"How so?" Stephen asked.