Tuesday morning Jack was awakened by the feeling of large, fluffy feathers swirling around his cock and balls. Agreeing that he probably deserved it, he closed his eyes and tried to relax and let them do their thing. He couldn't resist squirming, though, and only then did he discover thick, soft silken ropes lightly restraining him at ankle and wrist. He knew he could demand to be set free at any time, but he found being tied added a new level of excitement to his stimulation. He squirmed to an orgasm several long moments later.
When his cock had finished squirting all over his stomach, he opened his eyes and looked around for Genie. He found her perched on the other edge of the bed, hiding behind a pillow held hugged to her chest. He could only see her eyes over the top, but the way they crinkled at the corners, he could tell she was grinning.
"Very funny. Now how about untying me and cleaning this off so I don't drip on the way to the bathroom." His semen and the ropes disappeared, and he jumped up to go take a leak. Once he was done, Genie joined him in the bathroom at his invitation and they hopped in the shower, where Jack introduced her to the mundane but quite effective massaging hand shower. One arm holding her against his chest and cupping a luscious breast, he used the other to aim the massaging stream against her clit. His arm around her soon had to support most of her weight as her knees buckled from the incessant warm watery thrumming against her clitoris.
Once
her
first orgasm of the day was satisfactorily complete, they finished getting clean, dried each other off, and got dressed. Genie chose to dress herself this morning in a denim mini-skirt, v-neck t-shirt and sandals. "Anything under that skirt?" Jack asked lecherously.
"What do you think?"
Jack had a lot of work to do, but decided they should take care of a couple of other things first, most importantly getting some actual food into the apartment. They headed out the door toward the car, and Jack handed over a pad of paper and a pen. "Jennifer, would you mind making a shopping list as I call some stuff out?"
She blinked in mild surprise at his use of her 'public' name. "Sure, Jack." After doing a mental inventory of what was in his kitchen – a quick task – he called out items they needed as he drove to the Grocery store near by. When he was done, she asked, "Master, can I ask you a question?"
Jack was in turn a bit surprised by the honorific. "Of course. Is something wrong?"
"Well, I still have somewhat of an internal dichotomy between my base nature as your purely subservient Genie, and the fairly free-spirited, self-reliant individual you wish me to be."
"Is that causing you some discomfort, or going to cause you to go schizo and start boiling rabbits in pots of water, or...?"
She grinned and rolled her eyes. "No, nothing like that, Master. I simply need more direction as to how you would like me to be in public, and even with you in private, as your companion. As I have said before, at root I must always be your willing servant, but..." she shrugged.
Jack gave a heavy sigh and thought for a few moments. "Well, it's only been a few days, but I can already say without hesitation that I want you as my girlfriend, my lover, my best friend and my mate for the rest of our lives. I want you to get as much enjoyment out of your abilities as I do. As I said before, I do get off on the Master/Slave thing a bit, but even that I want to happen as a little diversion in our relationship. I never want to think of you as an actual slave. I want you to be as much of an individual as you can while being all those things. Does that help?"
She smiled a happy, teary smile. "It does, Jack. Thank you."
He smiled happily back. "You are quite welcome." A thought occurred to him. "Will this allow you to use your powers by yourself?"
She shook her head. "In general, no. That isn't allowed. That would pretty much be making me an autonomous Genie. It can allow me some latitude to use them with and for you, though."
"What, you mean like tickling me awake with feathers without me asking."
She grinned. "Yes, that would be one example. You actually gave me leeway to do that our first day, if you member."
"To tickle my genitals with feathers?!"
"No, to wake you up in interesting ways."
Oh, yeah. Well, take as much leeway as you can, just don't do anything too freaky without warning me first."
She grinned naughtily and said, "Whatever you say Master."
By this time they had arrived at the shopping center, and Jack got lucky and found a spot close to the grocery. He got out and was getting ready to close and lock his door when a flying redheaded mass leapt into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, nearly knocking him down. She covered his face with kisses, ending with a heart stopping one on his lips, then said, "I am taking advantage of the autonomy you have allowed me to say that I love you, Jack. And that's from Jennifer, not just Genie."
Jack didn't hesitate. "I love you too, Jennifer AND Genie." They kissed again, but were interrupted by a wolf whistle. Jennifer in her enthusiasm to wrap herself around Jack had forgotten the fact that she was, indeed, going commando under her short skirt. Now, with legs around Jack's hips, her skirt was bunched up around her waist, completely exposing her glorious moon to anyone that cared to look. She blew a kiss to the whistler before jumping down and casually adjusting her skirt. Jack then took her hand and they walked into the store.
The shopping adventure Jack expected began almost as soon as they walked through the automatic doors, although not quite as Jack had figured. He grabbed a cart and they hit the first department, which in this particular store was produce. Jennifer wasted little time in exploiting her new personal discretion by noting just how many different phallic-shaped fruits and vegetables there were. She made some very suggestive comments concerning an impossibly large zucchini, and by the time they got to the carrots, she was stiffening Jack's rod by demonstrating with a long, thick specimen just how well she was able to suppress her gag reflex.
She had looked around to make sure no other customers were watching before putting on her little show, but this didn't prevent a produce boy from bustling through the swinging doors from the stockroom with a tray of strawberries in his hands. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes going very wide at the sight of Jennifer, who was in turn frozen in surprise with a carrot down her throat.
Jack's mortification was real for a second, then he whispered plenty loud enough for the guy to hear, "Jennifer, put that away, you are gong to get us into trouble." He left it up to her to decide what putting it away meant.
Although he didn't feel a tingle, she picked the most risqué way he could think of to put it away, anyway, as she slowly removed it from between her lips, shrugged to the young man and said, "Sorry, we'll take this one. I'll put it away, now," and then slowly lowered it to between her legs, moved it up under her skirt, and started to insert it. She had to lift up the front of her skirt as she pushed the vegetable in, and her hand and wrist were the only things preventing the wide-eyed boy from seeing the complete show. Once it was all the way in, she pulled her skirt down and patted it straight, then walked calmly over to him and perused the tray of strawberries that was currently being used to hide a raging erection. Picking a carton, she smiled happily at the guy, said, "I just love strawberries," and brought them back to the cart. She looked innocently at Jack. "What's next on the list?"
"Uh," he cleared his throat, "onions, I think." She went over to the onions, moving for all the world like she walked around with a large carrot shoved up her all the time. Jack rolled the cart after her, using it to try to conceal his own massive erection. When they got to the onions, he murmured, "Is it really in there?"
"Of course," she murmured back, looking over the onions. "It would be cheating, otherwise."
"Didn't you have to cheat to even fit it in? That thing is longer than I am, even at your new 'normal'."
"Perhaps, but that's a different kind of cheating."
"Is it... uncomfortable?"
She gave a small shrug as she handed him an onion in a plastic veggie bag. "It's a bit cold," she looked up into his eyes and gave a small secretive smile, "but it's warming up quickly."
