The Maestro’s Warning: Mike’s Desperation

Mike slowly opened his eyes, his head throbbing in pain. He blinked, trying to shake off the haze, and glanced at his bedside clock. 7:00 am? Dammit, that was way too early for a Saturday.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to get any more sleep with his headache, so he slowly sat up in bed, wincing in pain. Gonna need some Tylenol…

As his brain started to power up, he tried to recall what he had been doing yesterday that could have put him out like that. He knew he hadn’t been drinking. Let’s see, I watched a movie, got the call from the Maestro, and then… the locket! It was all coming back to him; the glowing stone, the song that opened it, that strange blue cloud…

“Good morning, Master,” a sweet, angelic voice said from the corner of the room.

Mike was startled, instinctively diving to the floor beside his bed and opening the thumbprint gun safe beside his nightstand, retrieving his Glock 19 handgun. Crouching on the floor by his bed, he spoke with authority, “Who are you?! How did you get into my home?!”

“Please do not be afraid, master. My apologies for startling you.” The voice sounded incredibly sweet, almost angelic.

Mike slowly peeked around the foot of his bed, seeing a girl kneeling in the corner of the room. “Show me your hands. I need to see that you’re not armed.” He was certainly not military or police, but Mike’s dad had taught him many times how to effectively protect himself in the event of a home invasion. Rule one was never to assume anything.

“Of course,” the girl said, slowly opening her hands and extending her arms out to her side. “I can assure you that you are in no danger.”

She certainly seemed harmless enough, but Mike still kept his weapon close at hand as he slowly stood up. “With all due respect, ma’am, I’ll be the judge of that. Who are you? How did you get into my apartment?” He didn’t see any broken windows in his bedroom, and he could tell by looking out his bedroom door to the entryway that the front door was still securely locked.

The girl smiled. “Do you not remember the events of last evening? You opened my vessel, bringing me into existence. For that, I am eternally grateful, master.”

“Vessel? You mean the locket? The last thing I remember was opening it, then getting blasted in the face with a cloud of blue smoke…”, Mike said, still trying to piece together what had happened.

“Very good, master. That smoke was my essence. Before you released me, I had no physical form. My essence enveloped you as it did, in order to determine the proper form for me to take,” the girl explained, her voice calm and collected.

Mike held his hand up. “Woah, woah, slow down there. I’m totally lost now. Oh, and why do you keep calling me master?”

The girl flashed a huge smile, lighting up the room. “Because I am your servant genie. By releasing me, I am now bound to be your slave for eternity.” Mike’s mind reeled as he tried to process the information.

“Alright then, genie. Tell me about your powers. I assume you are able to grant wishes of some kind. What kinds of wishes can you grant? And how many do I receive?” Mike asked, trying to keep his tone light and casual.

“Since I am your servant genie for life, you can receive an unlimited number of wishes from me, as long as they are within the realm of my nature. As a genie designed to be a sexual servant, my primary powers allow me to grant almost any wish that is in some way erotic in nature,” the girl explained, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

Mike’s eyes widened as he tried to wrap his head around the concept. “Sexual servant? Stuart’s pulled crazy pranks before, but he’s never done anything as off the wall as this. I wonder who this girl is? An actress? Call girl perhaps? What’s the endgame of this prank?”

Mike decided to play along, making a wish that he knew she would have trouble granting. “Very well. I’d like to make a wish. I’ve had a throbbing headache since the moment I woke up. This is obviously an unhealthy ailment. Without moving from the spot you’re in, I wish for you to instantly cure me of my headache.”

The girl’s eyes shone bright gold for a split second. “It is done, master.” Mike instantly felt his headache disappear, and he stumbled backward in shock, landing square on his ass.

“WOAH! You actually made my headache go away?! And what about your eyes?! That tingle in my head?! What is going on here?!” Mike exclaimed, his mind racing with questions.

The girl was now close to tears. “Master, was this not what you wished for? The tingle you felt in your mind was my attempt to hear the thoughts behind your words, ensuring I granted your wish properly and gave you exactly what you wanted. If I have failed to deliver in your first wish, I am exceedingly sorry for disappointing you, and I gladly await any punishment you feel is appropriate for me.”

Mike slowed his breathing, working to comprehend everything that had just happened. “Holy shit, she was telling the truth? I released a genie from that locket? Before he could ponder the full implications of the situation, his concern for this poor girl immediately grew. He heard her whimpering as she cried from her undignified position on the floor.”

Locking his handgun back in the safe, Mike slowly approached the girl, kneeling in front of her. Gently placing his hand on her chin, he lifted her head until the two of them were face to face. Smiling, he said to her, “You don’t need to cry, and you don’t need to be afraid. I’m not disappointed in you. I’m just… surprised. I thought all of this was some big prank set up by a bunch of my friends.”

The girl looked up at him, her eyes confused. “I… I don’t understand. You are my master; it’s never your place to apologize to me.” Her voice began to crack as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

Mike’s face turned more serious as he looked directly into her eyes. “I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you.”

“Please, come sit here with me,” Mike said, patting the bed beside him. The girl happily stood and moved toward the bed, sitting cross-legged on the foot of it, face-to-face with Mike.

Gently taking her hands in his, Mike began to speak very seriously. “Genie, please understand that this situation is all very overwhelming for me. I’m trying to comprehend everything that’s happened this morning. I have quite a few questions that need as straight and honest answers as you can give. Is that ok?”

“Of course, master,” the girl said, her face softening with a smile.

They conversed for some time, Mike asking her questions and the girl answering as honestly as she could. Mike was shocked by the extent of her powers and the concept of her being a subservient creature, bound to do his every bidding.

“Is it true that I can punish you with isolation, beatings, torture, or even your destruction, if you displease me?” Mike asked, his voice firm but laced with a sense of unease.

“Yes, master. That is true,” the girl replied, her eyes cast downward.

Mike’s mind reeled as he tried to process the implications of his new reality. He was a master, and she was his servant, but at what cost?

As they finished eating, Mike couldn’t help but steal glances at Melody, his eyes drawn to her angelic face, gorgeous hair, and her glorious cleavage, peeking out from beneath her V-neck shirt.

Melody seemed to sense his gaze and flashed a knowing grin. “Mike, were you checking me out just now?” she asked, her voice playful.

Caught red-handed, Mike chuckled and shook his head. “I, uh… couldn’t help myself. I’ve honestly never met a more gorgeous girl in my entire life.”

Melody giggled and leaned in closer, her voice taking on a flirtatious tone. “So sweet. And that’s not surprising. Remember when I mentioned that my essence enveloped you to determine the proper form to take?”

Mike nodded, recalling the blue smoke from the previous night. “This body is formulated from your subconscious, essentially as the embodiment of your ideal woman, both physically and mentally.”

Melody’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued. “From my personality, I can tell that you enjoy women who are smart, witty, caring, unafraid to speak their minds… as well as a woman not afraid to take the initiative when the mood strikes her.”

Mike’s eyes widened as he felt an awakening south of the border, but Melody didn’t flinch, her expression serious. “Seriously, Mike, we really should address… what’s the phrase again? The elephant in the room?”

She stood and walked around the table to where Mike sat, her eyes locked on his. “You have a beautiful, all-powerful sex genie at your disposal, willing and able to please you in any way you can possibly imagine. Yet, your first concerns were for me, not yourself.”

Melody’s voice dropped to a whisper as she slid onto the chair beside Mike. “You made possibly the sweetest and most selfless wish imaginable, all for me.”

Mike felt his face heat up as Melody’s words washed over him. “It… it was no big deal. Just what needed to be done,” he stammered.

Melody smiled and leaned in closer, her voice husky. “Well, as your genie servant, I will gladly submit myself to you, anytime, anywhere. But, even if I weren’t bound to you, and were just some random girl getting to know you…” she leaned in closer, her breath whispering against his ear. “…I’d have fallen head over heels for you anyway.”

Mike’s heart skipped a beat as Melody’s words sent shivers down his spine. He felt her warm breath on his skin, and his hardening cock pressed against her ass.

Melody’s eyes locked on his, her gaze burning with desire. “So here’s the thing. I personally believe that a great guy like you deserves to be rewarded. So, unless you explicitly tell me not to, I plan to use my free will right now to drag you over to that couch… pull your shorts off… and suck your cock. That ok by you?”

Mike’s mind went blank as Melody’s words left him breathless. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew he wanted her to do exactly that.

She slid off his lap and led him to the dark brown sofa in the living room, guiding him to sit down with a gentle pressure on his shoulder.

Melody knelt in front of him, her fingers slipping into the waistband of his shorts, and slowly slid them and his boxer briefs down together, her touch a gentle caress.

Mike’s eyes locked onto hers, searching for a sign of disappointment or surprise, but all he saw was lust and anticipation.

“You’re…small,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, expecting her to be taken aback.

But Melody just smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement, and lightly licked the tip of his engorged member.

Mike’s knees buckled slightly, and he let out a soft groan as she giggled, clearly pleased with herself.

“Gotta get the best viewing experience,” Mike said, a smirk playing on his lips, as he propped up a couple of pillows on the armrest.

Melody carefully straddled him, her face inches from his crotch, and smiled up at him, her hair a tangled mess.

Just as Mike was about to reach out and push her hair out of her face, he had a brilliant idea.

“Melody, I wish your hair would stay out of your face, so that I can fully enjoy watching you,” he said, a hint of mischief in his voice.

“But of course,” she said, a wink flashing across her face, as a simple, black headband appeared on her head, keeping her gorgeous red hair behind her ears.

She turned her attention back to Mike’s rigid cock, and began to give him a long, slow lick, starting at the base.

As she reached the tip, she paused, letting out a soft laugh at the moans of pleasure escaping his lips.

“Someone likes that, I see,” she said, a sly smile spreading across her face.

She began the same process again, this time sweeping her tongue back and forth as she licked him.

She started back down his length, taking him fully into her mouth, and sealing her lips around him as she reached the base.

Melody’s eyes locked onto his, her pupils dilating with excitement, and she began to suck, her movements slow and deliberate.

Melody moaned, the sound a low, throaty purr, as she felt his erect cock in her mouth.

She slowly retreated back up, swirling her tongue around him as she sucked, and reaching the tip, she released him from her lips with a slight pop.

She returned her mouth to the base of his cock, this time placing her tongue firmly on his underside, and began to suck at an increasing pace.

Occasionally throwing a swirl or two in for good measure, Mike was slowly losing control, his eyes locked onto hers, his body tense with anticipation.

As he gripped the backrest of the sofa with his left arm, and the cushion with his right, he felt a strange sensation, as if Melody’s voice was echoing in his mind.

“I don’t want you to worry about that. You just relax and enjoy. You don’t even need to warn me. Just cum. Right. Down. My. Throat.”

Mike’s mind reeled, unsure of what had just happened, but the increased bobbing of Melody’s head made concentrating impossible.

Fuck, I’ll figure it out later…

Sensing his climax rapidly approaching, Mike relaxed, enjoying the ride, as Melody’s movements became more urgent, her eyes locked onto his, shining with both vulnerability and lust.

As his orgasm arrived in full force, Mike erupted into her mouth, spewing rope after rope of cum down her throat.

Melody took every drop of it masterfully, before sucking him from base to tip one last time, cleaning him up and squeezing every last bit of his juice from him.

Grabbing a throw blanket draped over the armrest, Melody crawled up to lay her head on Mike’s chest and pulled the blanket over them.

Mike sighed, exhausted and completely content, as he kissed her forehead and drifted off to sleep.