Tearing his eyes away, he looked out the window to confirm it was still raining. He sighed contentedly. "Well, Jennifer Holiday, what would you like to do now?"
"Ummm, I think I would like for you to tell me how you solved my puzzle."
He shrugged. "I can do that. Better yet, I'll show you. Can you float us over to the living area?" They lifted off the bed, Genie still sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around him, still skewered. He put his arms around her to prevent her from falling backward. "This is nice – although it still freaks me out a bit – but we might want our backrests with us to free up our hands." The backrests floated up to support them.
"Yep, still freaky. Ok, over to the bookshelf first, please." He indicated the shelf he meant, and they floated to it. Once within reach, he picked up the puzzle box. Seeing Genie eye it a bit nervously, he asked, "What's the matter? Can you get locked back up in here again?"
"Yes, you can place me back in my vessel."
"And what happens to you then?"
"I go back to 'sleep,' for lack of a better word, until it is opened again."
"Oh. Can anyone reopen it, or just me?"
"Anyone can open it, but my servitude does not transfer to them. I am always and only your Genie."
"Gotcha." He paused. "So what happens if the box is destroyed?"
"Destroyed with me inside or outside?"
"Both, either."
"If I am inside, then I, too, am destroyed. If I am outside, then," she shrugged, "nothing, really."
"Wow. It's a lucky thing it hasn't been destroyed in all these years, then. It's such a fragile thing."
She smiled a smile tinged with pride. "It is quite a bit tougher than it looks."
"Ah. Good. So what should I do with it?"
"Anything you wish master."
"Would you like for me to destroy it?"
She was shaking her head vehemently before he finished the question. "Oh, no, master, I cannot answer that. It is forbidden. It is only for the Master to decide what happens to his Genie's vessel."
"Hmmm. Well, why would I ever want to put you back in it?"
"That is not for me to say, either, Jack."
He grunted in mild frustration. "Ok, why would ANY Master wish to put his or her Genie back in his or her vessel?"
"There are many possible reasons. One of the biggest is to prevent the Genie from getting into mischief while the master isn't looking. This is more of a concern with genies who are bound against their will. Those are usually pure Genies, who have a bit more leeway in how they interact with their master."
"I see. So I don't have to worry about any mischief from you, then?"
"Oh, no, Master. I will always act only as you wish!" she said with an earnest, innocent face, while at the same time an invisible hand fondled his dangling balls.
"Uh, huh. You're asking for it missy. But for now, back to your question, then I'll decide what to do with the box." He refocused his attention on the box. "I inherited your box from my Aunt Margaret, although 'inherited' isn't really the right word. She died several weeks ago, and she really didn't leave much of a will. So, the family met at her bungalow after the funeral to try to figure out what to do with all her stuff. One of the few items I picked out to keep was this."
"I'm so sorry Jack. Do you miss her?"
He shrugged. "A little, I guess. I really didn't see her much over the last several years. She was always on the go, and so was I, I suppose." He gave a sad, nostalgic smile. "I sure was fascinated with her when I was younger, though. She was always coming back from somewhere exotic, and always had the neatest trinkets for her young nephew. There was a wild story about how she had acquired each of them, of course." He looked at the box. "I sure would like to hear the story about this one..." he trailed off for a moment, and then shook himself out of his reverie.
"Anyway, I brought the box home and made a few half-hearted attempts at solving it over the first few days, but didn't get very far. By the time this past Monday rolled around, I didn't have much hope of solving it, and just fiddled with it while watching TV or whatever. Then, I had an epiphany!" He pointed at his computer desk. "Next stop, my computer."
They floated over toward it, and as they approached his desk chair, Jack orchestrated her rotation on his shaft so that she was sitting in his lap, her back to his chest, her delicious butt seated on his crotch. He wasn't buried in her quite as deeply in this position, but a quick lengthening of his cock fixed this, although he realized he had to be at a ridiculous measurement at this point. He also couldn't resist a quick reach-around boob fondle as they settled into the seat. Genie didn't seem to mind a bit.
"My idea was this: I scanned each side of the box on my scanner here, which creates a digital picture of whatever is laying on the glass. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes, I have a basic concept of what the scanner does."
"Good." He woke up his workstation and pulled up the graphic files of her box. "Ok, once I had the six sides scanned, I traced each piece in this program and separated it so that I could move it around like a jig saw puzzle piece – that took forever – then I started the process of solving your puzzle on the screen, which also took forever. When I was finally done, I started on the real thing. That took two forevers."
"So you used these very modern devices to help solve an ancient puzzle?"
"Yup." Then the phrasing of her statement raised a small flag of concern. "Was that cheating?"
She looked up over her shoulder at him, her long hair tickling his chest, and smiled. "There isn't any such thing, Jack. Your hand solved my puzzle and opened my box. That is all that matters... and I think your solution was actually fairly brilliant, actually."
"Whew! Thanks! Thought I might be in trouble there for a minute."
"No trouble, Master." She turned back to the computer screen. "So this is where you work? Can you show me what you do?"
"Sure." She also had a basic general concept of what computers did, and what the internet was, but he had to give her some background on the history and reasons for graphic design, desktop publishing, and website development before he could show her a few of his current projects. She was fascinated by it all, which lead to a fascination about the internet in general.
"Will you show me how to operate this, please, Jack?"
"Sure." He found her to be, not surprisingly, a quick study. In a very short time she had taken control of the mouse and keyboard and was merrily bouncing around the internet. She clicked links however her fancy struck her. One moment she would be reading about world events, and a couple of clicks later she would be looking at the latest trendy fashions. Although Jack for the life of him could not say what meandering path she took to get there, she inevitably reached a porn site, and became even more engrossed than before. Professional curiosity, Jack mused to himself. Before she could get far, though, she ran afoul of the membership restrictions. She looked at him conspiratorially. He shrugged. "Hey, if you can get us free porn without getting caught, infected with viruses, or deluged with spam, go for it."
Her eyes flashed, she typed in a user name and password, and was in. Jack laughed in delight. The entirety of the internet's porn collection was theirs to peruse!
She devoured the porn as voraciously as she did the rest of the internet, although at a much slower pace, as Jack was also devouring it over her shoulder. They frequently stopped when one or the other saw something particularly interesting, or to discuss or laugh about something.
Jack was intrigued to find no subject was too kinky for her. From group sex to all girls to bondage to being fucked senseless by machines, she enjoyed it all. He was getting LOTS of ideas. He was going to have to write all this shit down somewhere.
He was also getting really horny again. He resumed his lazy automatic screwing and reach-around fondling. This made their perusal quite a bit more enjoyable. Soon, though, they ran into another small frustration; most of the time when they found a juicy video teaser somewhere on the internet, they could visit the site it advertised and view the whole thing for free thanks to Genie's magic passwords. But on a few occasions the teasers led to sites which wanted you to buy a DVD. After running across this for roughly the tenth time, Jack had another small epiphany.
"Would you like to watch some of those DVDs we've seen?"
She considered this for a moment, and then looked over her shoulder. "Sure. Some of them looked very...interesting."
Jack grinned. "Ok, then. I wish for oh, say, the 200 most 'interesting' adult DVD's available, including the ones we have seen today. And, as I think it would be most enjoyable to watch them in bed where we can fool around while we watch, and perhaps even try a few things we see, I would like a big, high end, high definition flat panel TV hanging over the bed, with high end DVD player and the latest surround sound audio, all so we can take full advantage of the new DVDs offering 'high quality video and sound which make you feel like you are actually
there'
," he quoted from their advertising. He paused, then added as another thought struck him. "Also, we should probably have high definition cable TV hooked up to it with all the movie and adult channels unlocked, and a video connection from the PC to the TV, plus wireless keyboard and mouse, so that we can continue to surf the porn from the comfort of the bed." He looked at her in expectation.
