A Great Choice

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"Tim, what are you doing? We're finished here, you can come downstairs."

I was in my grandfather's attic, I had been helping him to throw old stuff away for the whole morning and it was indeed a lot cleaner now. But as I went to the scale, I saw an old little wooden box covered in dust in a corner and it stimulated my curiosity. While I was taking it carefully before joining my grandpa, I felt letters engraved on the top of it, but I couldn't see them because of the dirt.

"Here I am. Do you know what is this? It looks ancient and I bet it's empty, but it's still nice."

"I never saw it in my entire life, but you know a lot of things here belonged to your grandmother. You can take it if you want, she won't need it where she is."

"Oh. Thanks. I will clean it and see if I can use it as a decoration."

After I came back at my flat and ate a quick lunch, my attention turned back to the box. I did a bit of cleaning, and then I could see the letters on the top of it:

"Do not open"

Apart from the letters, it was a luxury worn box, probably an old snuffbox from the time when it was really expensive.

"Seriously?" I thought. "Am I really going to listen to this stupid rule from some guy probably dead now?"

Of course I wasn't. I opened the box to see what was inside, but there was a flash with a loud noise and I couldn't see anything for a few seconds. Before I could distinguish anything, I heard a powerful manly voice spoke to me:

"Many thanks to you, human, to deliver me from my prison. I grant you a wish to show my gratitude! Chose anything you want, and it's yours."

I began to see who was talking to me: the form was a human one, except below the waist where I could only see a dense mist. He seemed naked, and was very muscular. I couldn't see his face properly though, as the same mist was dancing in front of it.

I began to shake a bit, and sat on the floor to think rationally. After 10 seconds, I asked:

"Are you real?"

I know, that was pretty dumb. But I was quite shocked at the time, and that's all that came to me. I think the entity felt it, as the mist before his face and his legs vanished while he crouched in front of me to be at my level. His head was the one of a young adult, but something in his eyes made me think he was really old. He told me calmly:

"I am real, I was trapped in this box for a long time and now I want to go discover the world and enjoy it. So you'd better accept my offer and tell me a wish that I'll satisfy for you, before I decide to go. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do. Can I have a minute to think about my wish?"

"Of course."

Then the genie fell silent, and looked at me patiently. I began to think out loud:

"I could ask for eternal life of course... Or maybe to be happy until my death, that would be simpler... But if I die in an accident in 3 days, that would have been a very bad choice. Raaaah! And since I can't wish for others wishes..."

"You don't want to do that" told me the genie, frowning.

"What?" I answered, a bit startled.

"You don't want to wish for more wishes."

I couldn't stop myself, even if the genie remained calm I felt like I was pushing my luck. I had to ask:

"Why shouldn't I do that?"

"Because I'd have to stay with you to satisfy your every wishes and I don't want to do that. And trust me, you shouldn't try to force me. Now choose your wish, please."

"I trust you, I'm not a fool. I guess I can't wish to be able to satisfy my wishes myself neither... I think I'll choo..."

"Yes you can. Why wouldn't you?"

I felt really dumb suddenly, as he was looking at me with a mocking smile.

"Really?! Ok, so... I wish to be able to magically satisfy my wishes in the same way the genie here can. Is that all?"

"Nearly. In fact I'm not a genie, I'm a djinn. So I'm afraid you wasted your only wish. Too bad for you, bye."

And he disappeared with a laugh. I kept staring at the empty space before me, too shocked to act. Did I just wasted the best opportunity of my life for a fucking word? I want to kill myself, please I'm so stupid...

With a "pop" the genie was once again in front of me, still laughing at me.

"Ahahah, you should have seen your face, that was hilarious! Dude, you just delivered me, I'm not going to trick you like this. Yes, it's working, all you have to do is pronounce clearly "I wish..." then your sentence, and it will become true. Have fun!"

And he disappeared again. All of that happened really fast, so I tried to calm myself down even if I had a big hope. First, I needed to make sure it was really working:

"I wish 100$ appeared in my hand."

I didn't feel anything special. In fact, yes there was something in my hand... You got it, a single 100$ note was there. Great! Now it was time for something more useful:

"I wish I couldn't die, be injured or sick."

I was thinking about another wish when my phone rang. It was Clara, a gorgeous woman I met 2 weeks ago at a party and with whom I had a date at the cinema after. The movie was great, but it was better when we made out during the credits. Anyway, she told me she had a lot of work to do this week so we didn't see each other (personally I was working at home on my computer 5 or 6 hours a day, so I could be available most of the time). I answered the phone:

"Hello Clara, how it's going?

"Good afternoon Tim! I'm great, I managed to get a day off next week, on Thursday. Do you want to do something?"

"That'd be perfect. Do you want to go to a restaurant? There is a good one close to my flat, you could come here for a drink before going for the diner. Sounds good?"

"It definitely does! At what time do you want me to come?"

"Let's say around 8 pm, if that's fine for you?"

"Yes it's perfect. I'll be looking forward to it, don't you dare cancel it!" She laughed.

I giggled back then said jokingly that I was too afraid of her to do it. After the end of the phone call, I sighed: I still got ten days to wait before I could see her. Or maybe not...

"I wish the date was scheduled for tonight instead. I wish Clara had every day off until the end of the next week and I wish it seemed normal to everyone."

Mmmh, that feeling of omnipotence and freedom! Anyway I still had a few things to do to prepare myself properly. Five minutes and some wishes later, I was showered, clean shaven, and wearing a very classy tailored suit. At this time, I was nearly ready but I had still several hours to myself before the date, so I played a little bit with my new-found powers, and at the end of my test I only kept these wishes:

"I wish I was more muscular. I wish I was always smelling like the finest and manliest perfume. I wish I was able to last as much as I want without cumming during sex."

I hesitated about changing my face as well, but I still wanted to look like myself, and I wasn't that bad naturally so why bother? It's not as if I wasn't able to get any girl I wanted! Smiling at that thought, I asked myself a question that'll have to answer tonight anyway: "Did I want to use my powers on Clara?" I wasn't sure of it, because obviously I could get her even right now if I wanted, but I wanted to enjoy the game of seduction before. Suddenly I thought of something, and had a little laugh as my power's simplicity showed itself in my mind. I was truly powerful: "I wish there wasn't any STD in the world." I was pretty proud of myself and began to think about others things that I could do, when something more important happened: my phone rang, and it was Clara.

"Hello!"

"Hello Tim, I'm at your door. Could you open to me please?"

I was suddenly feeling lazy, and playful. I covered the phone and wished for the door to be open.

"It is open. That's on the 2nd floor, I'm waiting for you with an excellent bottle of a French wine, come quickly or I'll drink it alone."

"I hope you didn't ruined yourself to buy it, Tim. I'm coming in a second."

I hung up, then went to bring Clara inside while saying: "I wish I had a bottle of an outstanding French wine". I opened the door and looked eyes wide open at her, pretending to be speechless before her beauty to make her blush. I was half-joking, and half-really-impressed because she was simultaneously lovely and sexy. She hadn't the biggest breasts ever, but they were enhanced by her stylish red dress and were matching her height. (The top of her head was lower than my chin, I remember I teased her about that the first time I saw her.)

Then my eyes went up a bit, and I fell into hers. The brunette had a complicated bun which highlighted her sparkling brown eyes and her full, smiling lips. I stared at her quite awkwardly until she jumped to my head and lightly kissed me for several seconds before going back as if nothing unusual just happened, except that she was slightly blushing. To prevent her from being too embarrassed, I showed her the bottle: her mother was French and she often goes to France, hence she knew more than me about wines.

"Oh! It's a Nuits-Saint-Georges, you shouldn't have bought it, it's worth several hundred euros. How did you manage to get one?"

"A real magician does not reveal his tricks!"

She pushed me playfully while I had been laughing at her, and I changed the topic.

"So, are you going to have a taste, or do you prefer to look at it all night?"

She was going to answer, but obviously she thought of something and blushed hard. I had a little laugh and said:

"Come on, tell me! I want to laugh with you."

"...It's nothing. Can I have a glass please?"

"Really? Please I won't make fun of you, what made you laugh?"

"I told you it's nothing."

She was still redder than I thought it was possible, I knew there was a reason. I carefully said, as if I was casually speaking:

"I wish you were truthful while talking to me..."

"But I am! Not."

She looked very confused, and kept going:

"I wanted to say that I was already truthful. Sorry, my tongue slipped."

"So, tell me: what did you think about earlier when I asked you if you wanted to look at it all night?"

"It's simple." She said while regaining some composure. "When you talked about tasting the wine instead of watching it all night, I thought it was truer about you and me, more than about us and the wine. I do hope I'll get to taste you later!"

She looked panicked and closed suddenly her mouth. After several seconds, she told carefully:

"Did I really say what I think I said?"

"You did. And it was funny, you should have told me at the beginning, I answered with a smirk."

"Yeah, sorry, I was embarrassed. It's not really my nature to say things like that."

"I don't mind, don't worry about this. In fact, I wish you were more predatory in our game of seduction."

At the second I said that, her behavior changed completely: she stopped looking shy and her lips curved in a sultry smile, as she slightly bent her chest forward to tease me.

"Hmmm, predatory, is it what you said? Be careful what you wish for." She answered with a wink.

"I am, don't worry."

The conversation kept going on what game of seduction I was talking about as we were sipping our glass of wine, but Clara was often making sexual references, and after a while she decided to sat close to me on the sofa instead of her chair. She was oozing confidence, and after we finished our glass she stood and told me:

"So, are we going to do what I came for?"

"Of course, let's go."

I tried to get off the sofa, but she pushed me back in it playfully, saying: "I wasn't talking about the restaurant". As I tried to stand again, she jumped on me and kissed me hard. We had been making out for several seconds when I felt her hands grab my back without breaking the kiss, just before she dry-humped me repeatedly. Her hips were sliding again and again on my emerging hard-on, summoning pleasurable feelings. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I gently pushed her away and told:

"I wish you were aware of my wishes affecting you. I wish you were calmly accepting it."

Then I looked awkwardly at her while she was trying to process all this information, feeling a bit guilty. After a while she looked at me and simply said:

"You are so powerful... Why make me aware of it?

"I was kind of feeling guilty, and I wanted something real between us, not just some meaningless sex caused by my abilities. Do you want me to remove the 'predatory wish'?"

"I think I don't. No, it's better like this."

She responded to me with her first smile since she understood my powers. She kept going:

"In fact I'm so helpless here, so totally in your power that it's disturbing, nearly scaring. But it's also hot!"

She frowned before adding:

"I didn't want to say that. Can you remove the truth wish please?"

"I could. But on one hand I find it very funny because I didn't know your submissive side before, and on the other hand... I wish you were finding your inability to lie a turn-on as it add to your feeling of helplessness."

I smiled widely at her and heard her mumble something like "That's not fair." I finally stood, and asked:

"Are you ready to come at the restaurant?"

"Are you serious? Just fuck me already, I'm so horny right now!"

"I promise you, I will give you the love you deserve tonight."

She was looking at me with her 'stop fucking with me' face, until I added innocently:

"... and I will make you cum like you never did."

"I prefer that. In fact, I'd prefer it now."

She said while kneeling before me to take care of my belt, but I was expecting it and I quickly said:

"I wish we were at the restaurant."

Suddenly we were in the middle of the Italian restaurant, near a table for 2 and nearly all the other tables were taken by people dining. Nobody was looking at us, but we were surrounded by strangers. I whispered to Clara, who was finishing to take off my belt:

"Too late... Sorry, you'll have to wait until we come back home."

She looked up and silently made eye-contact with me, as she took my still hard cock in her hand and began to suck me off, her eyes never leaving mine. That was unexpected, but God, that was hot!

I needed to focus, there was already an old couple from the back of the room staring at us, totally shocked.

I began to think about a useful wish in this situation, but I was a bit distracted: maybe a wish to... Mmmh, she knew her job! I lost my train of thoughts when she repeatedly tickled the sensitive area below the head of my dick with her tongue, as her right hand was still pleasurably jacking me off.

"I wish you were bad at giving blowjobs!"

She was looking sadly at me now as if I just betrayed her, but at least I could think straight as her fingers and tongue suddenly became clumsy.

"I wish everybody was unaware of us. I wish everyone who just saw us forgot about it. That should be ok..."

"It's not!" Clara, now standing, was looking a bit grumpy.

"Oh, sorry. I wish Clara was the most skilled human at giving blowjobs."

"Thank you!" She said, no longer resentful. "I forgive you, this is a wonderful gift."

"Now you're just like before." I added while blowing her a kiss, making her blush.

We looked quietly at each other for a few seconds, when Clara asked me:

"By the way, why are we here?

"Because that's a good restaurant, and it's close to my flat..."Then I understood what she meant, and added: "You're right, that was stupid. I wish we were dining at the Eiffel Tower's restaurant!"

We were now sat at another table, way more classy, and at my right... Paris. We could watch half of the City of Lights from here, and it was beautiful. I had a look at my date, who was enjoying the marvelous landscape. She turned to me and said simply, but with emotion in her voice:

"Thank you for this."

I was about to answer when the waiter arrived at our table with 2 menus. We thanked him and he didn't seem to bother about the fact that we were speaking in English, as he answered to us with only a slight French accent. After he left, I watched more closely the inside of the restaurant. All the decorations were looking very expensive, and it was matching the customers: not everyone was able to have a diner here and you could see while looking at them that they weren't everyone. Some were obviously rich, others just had this confidence specific to powerful people, and most of them were more than fifty.

Suddenly an arousing feeling broke my train of thoughts, and I looked at Clara with a smile as she was touching my crotch with her foot under the table. Her angel face seemed so innocent that I laughed while pushing her foot away, and focused back on the menu. Then instead of struggling to understand it, I said: "I wish we were fluent in French." and smiled at myself.

During that time, Clara had moved close to me and was now standing behind me. As she let her hands run softly across my chest, she whispered in my ear:

"You wished for me to be predatory, right? Don't complain then..."

I could feel her hands going lower, lower, then under my belt. She touched me very slightly, then began to remove my pants. I had an interrogative look at her but didn't make her stop, and she told me:

"I know you can control me, and prevent me of doing it. But I think you'd prefer to just close your eyes, and enjoy."

The only thing I managed to answer was: "I wish nobody was paying attention to us." She removed my pants and lifted her dress, letting me see her slit. She went to our date without any underwear! That was definitely hot but I was also quite embarrassed so I whispered "I wish I wasn't bothered by the closeness of strangers." and like that, I wasn't anymore. Clara heard me and told me with a mocking smile: "Really? Does I bother you when I do that?" and began to fondle my dick through my underwear. I tried to answer despite her distracting stroking:

"It's easy for you to say, I wished for you to be predatory about sex and now nothing is able to embarrass you."

"That makes sense. Anyway, even if you're ashamed of it you are not able to make me stop, because I'm giving you too much pleasure."

"I could wish for you to be shy, you know? That way you'd experience what I'm feeling right now." I said while smiling softly at her.

"You won't do that, that would be very mean and I know you're not that kind of man." She responded while removing my underwear and very lightly touching my shaft with her slender fingers, making it twitch.

"You are right, but I am from the kind who knows how to enjoy himself. Hence... I wish public sex was a huge turn-on for you. I wish that in fact, the very idea of it was driving you mad with lust."

She stopped moving for a second, then jumped on her legs and mounted me. She grabbed my dick and put it at her dripping entrance before impaling herself violently on me until I was touching her cervix, while moaning deeply. Her sex was tight, but so hot and wet that it wasn't going to be a problem to go fast. There were few magical seconds when she stared at me silently, next clenched to feel me stretch her cunt. She put her legs behind me to be able to push me into her, grabbed my back, and told me with a husky voice:

"I am going to fuck you to unconsciousness, Tim you powerful bastard."

I simply answered:

"I wish you weren't able to move or talk anymore until I say you could."

I spent a moment to enjoy her beautiful face frozen with a look of surprise on it, the delicious feeling of her wet cunt around my dick, and the sight of unaware people quietly eating their expensive diner. I stared at Clara again with a smile as I began to set up my rules:

"I wish you followed and obeyed all my orders tonight, mind and body. So... I think you are dying to feel my dick slide back and forth in you. And why that? Because what arouse you the most in not the 'public sex' thing, but the idea of helplessness. But shame on you, you never act on it because you are afraid of letting go. I think that's the reason why you wanted me to let you as predatory Clara, this way you were feeling in control and weren't fearing this anymore. I want you to know that you can trust me, I'll never betray you or hurt you. What I love the most on earth is to cause and witness a woman's pleasure. Now I order you to become aware of that part of yourself, the one which is secretly craving to be controlled. Let it take the lead of your mind, let it give that lead to me. From now on, when you will hear the word 'obey' from me, it will make you feel hornier and more obedient. And when you will obey an order from me, it will give you continuously a subtle, sexual pleasure which won't go away before you had an orgasm.