Antiquities IX (fini)

That night, she told Him everything.

He’d either think she was a total nutjob, or He’d get it. She told him about her trek to New England, the funky little antique store, and her binge on objects d’art.

And the Meissen fish in the bathroom. All about the Fish. And Gene. Genii.

He looked at her. She couldn’t quite read him.

“Look, Sir, i needed to tell you this because i need to do something, something extreme. And the only way it will work is by making a wish for it to happen. And when it happens…you’ll understand that i’m really not a nutjob. At least, i hope you will.”

“A genii. In a fish.”

“Right, one of his previous owners figured out how to move the capture spell to the fish, and it kept him there. Then they broke the original bottle, so he was trapped.”

“And you get three wishes?” He continued to look steadily at her.

She wasn’t sure if he was humoring her or not. Perhaps it was, at this point, a mere suspension of disbelief. That was okay. He only had to see one wish to make him believe. She hoped.

She rather doubted he would run. They’d been together for three weeks now, and not once had they reason to be apart other than work time. They braided their lives together so well that it was as if they had always been meant to find one another.

And she knew that Gene was finding something similar in Michael, whom he still called ‘my Adonis’.  She could see that Gene was in love. Really in love, not just lust. She always saw the sadness in his eyes when he came home to the loft, too.  And thank goodness she’d told  about Gene’s origins last night, because this morning, Master had found him in the bathroom without hearing him ‘come in’ during the night. There was  no other way to explain that except the truth, and she was glad she’d lain that in His hands *before* he’d found Gene.

Now, Gene stood against the long kitchen counter, one ankle crossing the other, hands in his pockets. She was trying to be calm, but underneath, her heart was racing, and she was sweating bullets.

She watched her Master’s gaze shift between them.  It was time.

“Gene, i want you to switch my hair back to how it was when you first saw me, and then put it back the way it is now. Wait 3 minutes before you switch it back so Sir can see that it is real hair and not a wig  or some other kind of trick.

Sir, please come stand beside me, so you can see both of us. ”

Once everyone was in place, she nodded to Gene.  He made an elaborate show of waving his hands this way and that, weaving them in the air, around himself, into the air over his head.


Her tone was a bit…admonishing…but with a hint of giggle.

He smiled, slipped his hands back into his pockets. Her hair was back to the over-dyed blonde it had been upon their first meeting. Her Master threaded his hands into the mass and tugged. He checked every inch of her head.

“Change it back.”

Instantly her hair was long and red again. Again, Master searched her hair.

“Holy Gawd” was all He said.

He looked at her, cupping her chin in his hand.

“I believe you.”

She smiled up at Him, turning her cheek into that warmth.

“Then You agree?” She asked him softly.

She’d told him what she wanted, what she needed, because He’d demanded all of her. And Gene was a part of her, now.


He released her face from his grasp, and stepped away as she rose from the table.  She went into the bathroom, and returned moments later, holding the porcelain fish behind her back.

“i’ve decided on my last wish, Genii.”

“Well, don’t blow it on Mr. Man over there, coz sweetie? He’s already yours, though I think you both know it already, yes?”

She smiled. “I do, and i can’t say thank you for that, not in thousands of words, over a thousand years.  And i know that my last wish…releases us from each other. But you will always be my friend, and in my heart, Gene.”

“okay, so you’ve finally decided on the million dollars? The yacht? What?”

“Gene…you know me better than that.” She wisked her hand from behind her back, holding the fish in the palm of her hand.
“I wish you to be free to be human, living with your love, Michael.”

And with that she threw the fragile china fish to the concrete floor with all the force she could muster.

There was a loud *BOOM* and smoke filled the kitchen.


The sounds of coughing from various points around the room alerted her that everyone had survived that surprising turn of events.

Waving her hands, she could see the smoke was clearing, fast. In a moment, it was all gone. Master was a few feet from her, with a somewhat frantic look on His face. He grabbed her into a bear hug, squeezing her tightly.

“Gene” she managed to gasp out when he gave her room to breathe again.

“here…” came a quiet voice behind her. He stood, looking as before. Except he was smiling.  Clearly joyful, she watched as he twirled.

“HUMANNNNNN” he hollered as he spun.


He twirled, laughing, until, dizzy, he teetered and fell to the kitchen floor. His hand landed on a shattered bit of glass, and he winced.

“OUwwwww!” He held up his bleeding palm. She took his hand, wiping at the small smudge of blood with a tissue from her pocket, kissing his palm softly, and smiling as he winced.

“Baby!” she teased him gently.

And the doorbell rang.

“Better go and get that,” his former Boss said, laughing with delight..

“i think your destiny has found you…at last.”

Antiquities, VIII

She wobbled a bit when she slid out of bed. Her knees were shaky. Her ass throbbed. Her wrists were tender. And gawd she needed, desperately, to pee.

“Where do you think you are going, little girl?” The sleepy voice of Bryant rose from the center of the bed.

“Sir, i really really realllllly need to pee.”


“uhm…if i don’t i’ll pee on the floor?”

He laughed. “Not My problem.”

“Please Sir may i go pee?” By now she was shifting uncomfortably from one leg to the other.

“Of course you can, little girl. Scoot before you have an accident and I have to rub your nose in it…”

She bolted for the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door, and sat fast. On the rim of the toilet.


Men! and their stinking propensity for leaving the frigging seat up. Still, the moment the cold porcelain hit the back of her thighs it triggered the release of her urine.  It felt like days since she had last pissed. The relief was blessed. Carefully she shifted to wipe, trying to not fall into the toilet.

“Better?”He asked as she came back into the bedroom. “Yes Sir, except for the seat being left up and my butt almost falling into the water…” she poked His ribs as she slid into bed.

He rolled on top of her, mock-wrestling her to her back, growling as he worked at capturing both of her hands in one of his, and tickling her ribs, armpits and belly.

“You aren’t complaining, are you sub?”

She yelped, giggled, snorted, guffawed, squirming like a squid.

She felt the burgeoning hardness of his cock against her thigh, and sighed with joy as he neatly slid between her thighs and into her wetness.


Gene listened to their sex-play from the bathroom. He’d come out of the friggin’ fish when the Boss had yelped. He wondered if he should be-spell the seat so it would always lower after a guy used it…but then again, it might not have precipitated the sexcapades he was hearing now if he did.

He’d had some sexcapades of his own last night, and wasn’t that a wonderful thing? Adonis, who was really Michael, and he had hit it off. Who knew? They’d had a long time of play, and Michael explained that he enjoyed switching his role from dominant to sub. Gene told him he enjoyed the same thing…and that he was feeling pretty dom at the moment.

Michael had fallen to his knees, and laid his forehead on Genes boots.

“Let me worship you, Master?”

Gene was taken aback. Master? How many years had he been the enslaved genii? To hear that word slip from his soon-to-be lovers lips was like honeyed mead.  He smiled, and patted his subs head.

“oh, okay.”

Not that it was a very “masterly” reply but there was a learning curve here, after all! Michael had kissed his way up Genes legs, until finally pressing his face into Gene’s crotch, inhaling deeply, and begging for permission to taste.

Which he quickly gave.

Hells bells it had been a long time since he’d felt a lovers lips wrapped around his cock! Michael had worshiped his shaft with skill, tenderness, and he swallowed, too.

There was spanking, and whip play, and a dabble with hot wax on his subbies cock and balls…and hadn’t Michael’s cock grown and thickened during that play?

In the end, they’d been wrapped in each others arms until the wee hours of the morning. They had kissed, tenderly, deeply, and parted.

Michael had begged for his number, his address, a way to be in contact….but he’s simply said “I’ll be back if I can,” and strode around the corner. Once there, he’d *poofed* back here, quietly emerging in the bathroom so as to not disturb the sleeping couple in the next room.

Who were far and away from sleeping now. He couldn’t resist peeking around the door…watching as the Boss was drilled hard and fast by her new Dom.

Little did she know how fast she and he would fall together. He could see their lifethreads already entangling. She would be in good hands here.

Now all he had to do was get her to finish with the wishes, and he could move on to his next owner. Wasn’t eternal servitude a bitch?

Antiquities VII


She stood, alone in the middle of the crowd. She felt fear and nerves, and a sense of hushed anticipation.

What the fuck did Gene have up his sleeve? That naughty genii had been all about re-awakening her lusty dark desires. How he’d discovered her submissive side, she didn’t know, but really, she still wasn’t completely sure how it was that he’d bullied her into attending this munch, either.

He was certainly a people manager.


And here she stood, alone in the middle of a crowd of pervie folks, in pink high heels, and pink and white lace. She couldn’t have stuck out more differently than if she’d come in here dressed as “church lady”…

She heard footsteps approaching.


No answer. Whomever it was, had walked around her. Now behind her, then on the other side of her. Circles. Circles around her. Oboy.

“Hello?” She damned herself for the nervous quiver in her voice. Where was the strong business leader? The footsteps passed behind her again.

“Pretty. Daring. Coming to a munch with this crowd and dressing in virginal colors. Takes a lot of cojones to do that…”

His voice was mid-ranged, and he was very much taller than her, even in the heels. She felt heat near her hands, cuffed behind her.

“Look at you, all wrapped up like an offering. Why, I could do just about anything to you, all goosed up like this…”

“Back off.”

The words were terse and spoken from directly in front of her.

“hey, man, finders keepers…and she’s offerin’ herself here…”

“Trust me, you are NOT going to be doing this. I can take it up with Dwayne if you want. But the club really can’t afford another of your incidents, and I know you’ve been warned.  Now, back. Off.”

“fuckers.” She reeled as she was pushed, hard, from behind. She fell forward, balanced precariously as she was on her heels, and blindfolded.

She was caught in strong arms.

“Whoops! i….”

“Shhh…you’re okay…”

They spoke at the same time.  She thanked him for catching her, and he kept his arm around her, steering her away from the center of the room. He slid her blindfold off, while asking who the fuck had left her alone and unprotected like that.

Gene decided to show up and take that blame, before he could leave his brilliant matchmaking to run its merry path.

“Mistress!  i am so sorry, i ran into a  friend and got talking and i …are you okay?”

She looked up at him through narrowed eyes.

“Yes, Gene. Just fine. Gene, this is…” and she paused, fully looking at her ‘rescuer’ for the first time. He was only a few inches taller than her, and a bit stocky. His hair grayed at the temples, and thinned a  bit at the top, but something about him just clicked for her.

“Bryant. You should know better than to leave your mistress unattended that way.”

“i’m terribly sorry Sir, i …” and Gene trailed off, looking appropriately appalled at himself.

“Go, Gene.” She looked up at him. The little genii ringer! She knew that Bryant had just been ‘played’. The least she could do was set him off to find his own amusement.

The clever bastard!

She explained to Bryant that she was merely ‘mentoring’ Gene as he looked for a partner, that he was gay and new in the area…and she felt herself blathering blithely on…until Sir B took his hand and put it up over her mouth to stop the flow of words.

Her eyes looked up into his amused ones.

“Done?” he asked, his hand still pressing firmly against her lips.

She nodded.

“Thank god. Are you here to play? Hook up with someone in particular? watch some demo’s?”

“uhmm. well…i’ve been out of the community for a while now. A long while. And…well, Gene kind of got me to come here as his mentor i am.”

She felt his eyes digging into her. Like she was a soft shell crab and he the Master of the Sea. Like he could see all her needs and wants right there on her face.

“Well, since you’re all trussed up, how about a little spanking..just to get your evening off to a better start?”

“uhm…will You be doing this spanking, Sir?” she asked, almost shy. She really liked this guy.

“You didn’t think I rescued you just because I loathe Richard, did you? You’re a pretty intriguing package, girl.”

He took her arms and assisted her to the spanking bench. She was suddenly suffused with joy. She wondered where Gene had drifted off to…

Gene stood behind a support beam in the large open space, eyes focused on his “mistress”. Things were progressing so well. He could almost feel her pleasure as her soon-to-be new Master paddled her ass.

“come here alone, often?” The voice behind him startled him out of his reverie. He turned, and looked into the face of his Adonis.

For the first time in centuries, he was at a loss for words.