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Technically he's on vacation, but the genies are happy to help with that as well.

The genie is an unassuming man, not the type you would usually look twice at, but he has an intensity to his presence as he walks up to you as you whisper your secret wish.

“Try these on,” he orders, handing you a pair of mirrored wraparound sunglasses. Without even a thought to disobey, you put them on.

Immediately, an intense pattern of spirals and flashing colours bombards your mind, and you feel your free will drifting away.

“Good boy,” the genie whispers in your ear. That’s right, you are a good boy! You love being good for this genie!

“Good submissive boy.” You can barely remember any of your dominant thoughts. You can barely even remember anything. All that matters to you is what the dominant men around you say.

“Submissive slut.” Your pretty lips part. You lift up your delicate white hands and mindlessly play with your slutty nipples. You love putting on a show, letting everyone know what a slutty boy you are.

“Bottom slut.” At the barest pressure of the genie’s hand on your shoulder, you drop to your knees, your mouth open and your tongue out. You make sure to arch your back just right so he knows that your slutty hole is his if he wants it.

He leaves you with thick white cum dripping down your cheeks, the spiral still filling your empty head as you wait for another man to come and claim you.

Another wish fulfilled.