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Disclaimer: The following story was written for entertainment purposes only. It contains sex; however, it is described artfully as plot a device. If this might offend you, please read no further. Furthermore, this story is dedicated to other writers in this genre who have given me so much pleasure over the years. Wishes and Power By Romances Key Long ago, there was a legend... a legend of an ancient being of power trapped in a ring. It was a story of a man who had everything - riches, servants, and women, but who found no joy in his life. Wrapped up in his own existence, he used others with no regard for their feelings, and was often cruel. He was cursed by a wizard to reside in his jeweled prison and serve its owner until such time as his master wished for his freedom. The possessed bauble was passed down through generations, helping some, ruining others, until it was lost in time and space... Bob didn't know what made him go into the antique store. He was a collector, of course, and had patronized that establishment more than once... but something seemed to call to him from the store window. It was a beautiful rocking chair, fashioned from solid cherry. The back of the chair was gilded with gold flowers and vines, and the cushion was of beautiful crimson brocade. As he pushed open the door, the tinkling of a bell notified the proprietor of his arrival. The wizened old woman behind the counter stood up, and welcomed him by name. She had dealt with this fellow before - a man who walked as if he didn't want to disturb the earth upon which he stepped. He was homely, at best - he was tall and slender, and his appearance was slightly unkempt. His face was hidden by a scraggly beard, which tried vainly to cover horrible scars on his face. His clothes were clean, but appeared to have seen better days. But, despite his unpleasant appearance, he had always been polite to her, so she treated him in kind. And, after all, she knew what had drawn him into the shop. Today was the day this customer's life would turn around forever. "Good morning, Mr. Belter. May I help you?" Bob looked up in surprise, but smiled. "G-g-g-good morning. I'd like t- t-to take a look at that chair in the w-w-w-window, if you don't mind." The owner of the shop startled, as she always did when she heard the raspy stutter of Bob's voice. His appearance was rather unpleasant, but it could not hold a candle to the horrid voice, which emanated from his throat. "Isn't it beautiful? It was just brought in this morning. I'm asking $300, but you can have it for $150." She unlocked the store window so he could have a closer look. The wood working was as beautiful up close as it was from afar, but his attention was drawn to the cushion. It was lovely as well, but seemed to glow from within. He assumed his eyes were playing tricks on him with the late evening light, and gently lifted the chair from the display. "I'll t-t-take it." The old woman smiled, knowingly. "I think it will make you very happy, Mr. Belter." After settling up the bill, Bob wrapped his coat around his new acquisition, and began his short walk home. Once there, he placed the chair in the middle of the room, and began to polish the wood. Again, his eyes were drawn to the chair cushion, which even now seemed to pulse with light. He felt the cushion, and discerned a small, hard shape within the stuffing. With a small pair of scissors, he snipped some of the threads at the seam to open the fabric, and withdrew a ring. It was gold, and set with the biggest sapphire he had ever laid eyes on. As soon as the light touched the stone, it began to glow anew, casting a blue light on Bob's hand as he held it. The ring was warm to the touch, but surprisingly light, given the size of the stone and the weight of the gold. He could not resist slipping it on his finger, and was amazed at its perfect fit. Suddenly, the ring's glow grew brighter, filling the room with blue light. The light coalesced into the figure of a man, and then dissipated to reveal a figure of immense stature, dressed in flowing robes, standing in the middle of Bob's living room. "Who awakens me from my rest?" boomed the man. "Speak, mortal." Bob blinked at the apparition before him. "B-b-b-bob. Bob Belter. Who... what... what are you?" His response was a deep sigh. "Your voice is even more awful than your appearance. Good grief. I will not respond to such a horrid sound. Here." The man waved his hand at Bob, who felt a tingling in his throat. "Now wait just a minute," Bob began, only to stop suddenly. His hand flew to his throat, as he did not recognize the smooth, pleasant, and non-stuttering sound which emerged. "What is going on here?" "Much better. Allow me to explain," replied the stranger. "I am Simon Calder, lord of Holmenia. You have somehow acquired the ring, which binds me. Thus, I am your servant. What do you desire of me, Master?" "You mean like a genie in the lamp?" Bob giggled nervously, not believing what he was hearing. The man groaned. "I am not unlike the genies in your fairy tales. I grant the wishes and desires of my master; however, there is no limit to their number." Bob felt faint, and staggered towards the couch. "How? Why me?" "How I cannot tell you, for I do not know myself. The wizard who imprisoned me in the ring endowed me with great power, which I can use only to benefit my master. Why you? Because you have somehow acquired the source of my incarceration. It had been hidden by the descendants of my previous master; obviously you stumbled upon it." Bob shook his head, incredulously. Simon groaned in frustration. "You still do not grasp the magnitude of your discovery, do you? Very well. I will have to perform a demonstration of my power." "What kind of demonstration?" Bob asked. "Do you mean I have to wish for something?" Simon rolled his eyes and nodded. "Okay, then I wish for a glass of whiskey." Bob heard the clink of ice against glass, and looked down at his hand - which now held a tumbler of whiskey and water, just the way he liked it. He stared at it, and sipped it hesitantly. "I took the liberty of altering the drink to your actual desire," Simon said. "You mean you read my mind?" "Indeed. It wasn't difficult; there is precious little in there to cloud my senses. Now, please make some wishes for wealth so that I can return to my nap within the confines of my prison." Bob looked up at Simon, and examined his face. He was incredibly handsome, with classic, dark features, and wavy black hair. He was easily seven feet tall, extremely muscular, and dressed in expensive- looking robes. Bob sighed, and averted his eyes, too embarrassed by his own ugliness to be in the presence of such beauty. Simon frowned. "Does my appearance offend you, Master? I can alter it to your liking." With that, the blue light returned, engulfing Simon again. When it faded, in his place stood a beautiful blonde woman. She was only five feet tall, with long curly hair, an exaggerated hourglass figure, and enormous breasts. She was dressed in nothing but a scrap of shimmering garment, which merely covered her nipples and groin. "Is this more to your liking, Master?" Her voice oozed sensuality. Bob looked up, and stared, open-mouthed. The woman sauntered over to him, and pressed her breasts into his face. "Do you like these better? Go ahead, touch them. I know you want to. It's not often a man like you has a chance to play with breasts like these." Bob reached out a trembling hand, but pulled it back. He bent over, and his body was wracked with sobs. "What ails you, Master? Does my appearance not suit your tastes in women?" Bob continued to shake with his crying. Simon was completely taken aback. He reached out with his mind into that of his new master to determine the source of his upset. There he found the answers to his questions, and more. Bob was a man who suffered from an extraordinary lack of self-esteem, caused by his physical unattractiveness. Although he had never been handsome, a horrible fire which had destroyed his house had left his face and body covered with scars, making his appearance almost frightening, and had done terrible damage to his vocal chords. He was alone in the world, with no family, and no romantic entanglements. Simon saw that he had entered Bob's life at its lowest possible point. Furthermore, his new master was unlike any others... Bob was, at heart, a very kind man. He wished no harm to anyone, neither those who mocked him for his appearance nor even the boss that had recently fired him. Simon's heart softened at the sight of the broken man on the couch in front of him. A box of tissues appeared on Bob's knee. Simon reverted to his imposing male form. "I apologize, Master. I had no cause to be so rude to you. I exist only to serve you." Simon knelt on the floor in front of the couch, and bowed his head. Bob looked up. "Is this for real?" Simon chuckled. "Yes, Master. This is for real." Bob sighed, and worked to compose himself. "Please, don't call me Master. Call me Bob. Why don't you sit up here on the couch? How shall I address you? Lord Simon?" He slid to one side, making room for Simon, who happily seated himself on the cushions. "Ahhh... it has been a long time since I was invited to sit on furniture." Simon crossed his foot over his knee, and nestled back into the cushions. "Thank you, Mast - forgive me - Bob. You may call me anything you wish. Simon will do nicely." "Okay, Simon. Ummm... can I get you something to drink? Or something to eat? I'm afraid I haven't been grocery shopping in a while, so I don't have much to offer. I don't have company very often..." Simon sat up, and said, "Forgive my interruption, Bob, but you don't seem to understand. I am not a guest in your home. I am your servant. If you are hungry, I can supply you with the most delectable food you've ever tasted. If you are thirsty, I can produce the finest cognac and wines. You need only give utterance to your desires." Bob sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just not really keen on the idea of having a slave. I'd rather just have a friend, for now. I don't really attract too many of those, as I'm sure you can guess." He gestured at his unseemly face and laughed bitterly. Simon leaned forward slightly, and said, "That's what I'm here for." Bob looked at him. Suddenly, a mirror materialized in between them on the couch. Bob looked away from it, quickly. Simon smiled gently. "Bob, please look in the mirror, and watch." He did as he was told. The image that greeted him was one of a man with red, puffy eyes from crying. His unkempt beard did little to hide vicious looking scars covering his face, and his thinning hair revealed more of his forehead than he'd remembered. His eyes filled with tears again. Suddenly, as he watched, his beard receded into his face, revealing the skin beneath. The horrid red welts began to fade, and the damaged skin to heal itself. His singed eyebrows which had never grown back began to reappear, and his hair to thicken. In a matter of minutes, his face appeared in the mirror as it had before the accident. Bob gasped, and began running his fingers over the new skin in disbelief. Then he began to laugh - not the bitter laugh of before, but an honest laugh of joy. "Forgive me, Bob, for altering your appearance without your request," Simon began, only to be interrupted as his master threw his arms around his neck in his joy. Bob then jumped up, and began dancing wildly around the room. Simon could not help but smile at his master's elation. Finally Bob returned to the couch, and tried to compose himself. "Simon, when you first appeared... I mean, I didn't believe it because it was unreal. When you told me that you were a genie... well, that was unbelievable, too. But now, I can't deny that this is real. 'Thank you' does not even begin to voice my gratitude. I think we need to celebrate." "Indeed, Bob. I think that a celebration is warranted. What would you like me to prepare?" Bob thought for a minute. "A couple of steaks. Medium rare. Garlic mashed potatoes, steamed asparagus, and a bottle of merlot. If that's not too much to ask..." Before he had even finished speaking, his table was set with the requested items, presented on china and crystal at a setting for one. Bob looked back at Simon. "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear, Simon. I would like for you to join me. Please." And so, a second place setting appeared, and the two sat down for dinner; Bob enjoying his favorite foods, and Simon enjoying the first food he'd tasted in two hundred years. After dinner, and a couple more bottles of merlot, Bob staggered to his couch, happier than he had been in a long time. Simon followed, smiling inwardly at his master's drunken state. "Shall I entertain you, Bob? Music? Dance?" Bob hiccupped. "Okay, Simon. Do yer thing." Blue light again filled the room, and Simon vanished to reveal a beautiful dancer - not the sexy, blonde bombshell of earlier, but a graceful, Middle Eastern belly dancer. To a tune from unseen musicians, she began undulating her hips in time with the drums. Her motions were fluid, beautiful, and graceful. Bob watched, trying to focus his drunken eyes on her movements. "I wish I was sober so I could appreciate this better." With a wave from Simon's hand, he snapped to full lucidity, and could enjoy the motions of the dancer. After several songs, Bob yawned, and said, "Thank you Simon, you must be tired - because I know I am. Time for bed." The music concluded, and the beautiful dancing girl winked at Bob, and said, "Shall I accompany you to your bed, Master?" Bob started. "No, thank you." Simon giggled. "I'll get the spare bed ready for you, if you like." Simon giggled again. "No need for that, Master." With that, the dancing girl was surrounded by blue light, and she vanished into Bob's ring, whispering, "Good night, Bob." The next day, Bob awoke with a smile on his face. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened, and giggled with glee. He staggered to the bathroom for his morning duties, and paused at the mirror. He didn't want to look; he was sure it had all been a dream. Slowly he raised his eyes to the mirror, only to see an unscarred face gazing back at him. He grinned, and held his hand up to look at his ring. After finishing in the bathroom, he returned to his bedroom, and sat down on his bed. He wasn't quite sure how to summon Simon again from the ring. However, no sooner had he thought his name, the familiar blue light appeared, and Simon stood before him. "Good morning, Bob. I trust you slept well?" "Good morning, Simon. I slept like a rock, thank you. What about you? Do you actually sleep in there? "Indeed, but it is more of a resting meditation than sleep." "Do you have to return to the ring when you're not... um... serving me?" Bob was clearly not comfortable with the idea of servitude. Simon smiled at his master's discomfiture. "As a matter of fact, no. I can remain outside the ring for as long as necessary to please you. Periodically, I need to return to regain my strength, but this is not needed frequently." Bob grinned. "Then, Simon, I would prefer for you to exist outside the ring, and live here with me. I'll prepare the spare room for you, and you can live a normal life as my friend, instead of my servant. When was the last time you got a chance to be out in the world?" Simon was completely taken aback by this proposal. "It has been over five hundred years since I walked among men, Bob. I... I'm a little out of practice. As you saw last night, I can be a bit... nasty at times." "We all can. Come on, it's settled. Let's have some breakfast." "Allow me, Bob." Simon waved his hand, and a tray laden with fruits and danishes appeared. The two men sat down to eat. Over a cup of coffee, Bob pondered his first wish. "Simon, you can alter your physical appearance drastically, and you fixed my scars... but how much can you actually change?" "I can change as much or as little as you desire. I can change your form to that of any animal, regardless of size or gender." "How's about a demonstration?" "Very well. What do you wish me to do?" Bob looked down at his hands. "Well, I'd like to see that blonde woman again. But only if it's not too much trouble for you." Simon stood up, and waved his hand. At first, it appeared nothing was happening. Soon, however, Bob could see subtle changes. His hair was growing, and he wasn't as tall as before. Simon's alterations grew more rapid, as his stature decreased further, and his hair grew even longer and lighter. He was now losing muscle mass at a tremendous rate as well; his robes hung off his body. Then they, too, began to shrink. His newly slenderized arms pushed the blonde strands away from his face, revealing huge blue eyes rimmed with long lashes. His lips swelled, and smiled seductively at Bob. The robes had now almost completely vanished, save a small scrap of material that could just barely be called lingerie. As Bob watched, Simon's waist began contracting until it was small enough to be spanned by a man's hands. His hips remained wide, but contours were introduced along his backside, making it a perfect heart shape. The shrinking fabric revealed that there was no manly member between Simon's slender legs anymore. Finally, two small, cone-shaped mounds began to push out the fabric across his chest. They gradually rounded out, but remained high on his chest while they stretched the material...not stopping until they were each the size of Bob's head. The transformation was complete: where once had stood an amazing specimen of masculinity now posed the sexiest woman Bob had ever seen. "How's that for a demonstration?" the bombshell asked. Bob could do nothing but stare. "Wow," was all he could say. Simon glided over to him, his immense breasts jiggling seductively. "Does this body give you ideas, Bobby? Is there anything I can... offer you?" Bob swallowed, and whispered without thinking, "I wish I was handsome enough to attract a girl like you." Simon smiled widely, and waved a hand in Bob's direction. A tingle ran up his spine, as he felt himself rise to his feet. His shirt began to feel constrictive across his chest and back, and he removed it in a panic. Looking down, his eyes were greeted with the sight of a very defined musculature. His arms swelled with muscles, and his stomach settled into the definition of a six-pack of abs. His legs gained bulk, making his shorts' legs a little too tight. He peeled them off, and caught sight of his reflection in a mirror Simon had thoughtfully provided. He was virtually unrecognizable. His smooth, muscled body was perfect - all his scars and blemishes had vanished. His face had been changed just enough to make it ruggedly handsome, while still retaining some of his qualities. Naturally, however, his attention was drawn to his groin, where he was disappointed to see that no changes had occurred. Simon chuckled, and within seconds, Bob's member swelled to an awe-inspiring size. He turned to face Simon, who now reclined on the bed. "Oops. Guess that just slipped out, huh?" No sooner had he laid eyes on the beautiful woman stretched out in front of him, he felt a new swelling in his groin. In a moment of modesty, he attempted to cover himself with his hands, only to fail miserably due to his new size. Simon laughed out loud, and Bob joined in, sheepishly. "Sorry, Simon. I can't help it." Simon jumped off the bed, sending tremors throughout his bountiful bustline. He wiggled his way over to Bob, and ran his hand over his chest. "Well, I can," Simon said, as he pushed his hands aside, and wrapped soft hands around his throbbing member. Bob gasped, and jumped back. "Simon, no! I can't have you do this. This is wrong." He stepped over to bed, and grabbed a sheet to hide his arousal. "I wouldn't know what to do with a woman as beautiful as you, let alone any woman. I am... um... rather inexperienced in that aspect of life. Why don't you just turn back into yourself, and we'll talk about what we do now." Simon sulkily withdrew, all the while smiling inwardly at his master's self-control and honest declaration of inexperience. He sensed that it wouldn't last for long. In a flash of light, he reverted to his male form, albeit without clothing. Bob's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the extraordinarily huge member who hung from Simon's groin, only to find that his matched it in both size and girth. He felt a renewed swelling at the thought, and ran to the bathroom to attend to his situation. Simon chuckled at the plight of his master, and, unbeknownst to Bob, increased the sensitivity of his penis. Bob's sudden groan of pleasure brought a chuckle to Simon's lips. Bob, meanwhile, was trying to assuage his erection as quickly and quietly as possible. He tried wrapping his hand around his member, only to find that one hand was not sufficient. Suddenly, he gasped, as Simon's enhancement took effect. More pleasure than he had ever known flooded his body, and he climaxed within seconds. Exhausted with pleasure, he collapsed on the side of the tub. After several minutes, he recovered his senses, and stepped out of the bathroom. Simon looked up, feigning concern. "Is everything alright, Bob?" He chuckled, and ducked the pillow Bob threw at his head. Bob collapsed on the bed. He idly ran his hand over his newly hardened abs, amazed at how much stronger he felt. He jumped up and walked over to the mirror, smiling at the handsome man who smiled back at him. Simon appeared behind him. "Is this form more to your liking?" Bob nodded, vehemently. "I only ask because other alterations can be made." Bob cocked his head to one side, examining his reflection critically. "Can you make my hair lighter?" The words had hardly left his mouth when his reflection changed. "What about making it curly?" Again, the changes were instant. After some more tweaking and refining of his appearance, Bob was satisfied. Although he was no Mr. Universe, there was no denying that the man in the mirror was very handsome. "Simon, when was the last time you went out and had some fun?" Simon thought for a moment. "I cannot recall." "Then let's go out. I'll show you around the city... acclimatize you to life in 2004. But I think we'll need some clothes..." Simon's eyes widened at the mention of the year. He was reminded of just how long he had been imprisoned... and just how unusual a master Bob was turning out to be. He waved his hand, clothing them in khakis and shirts, and they went out the door. Over the next few weeks, Bob and Simon went out frequently. Bob showed Simon all around the city, introducing him to art and music he had not yet experienced. The two men fell into a natural camaraderie, and developed a close friendship. Bob rarely asked Simon to use his powers; but when he did, it was always with a "please" and a "thank you." More often than not, it was Simon who offered his abilities. Never before had Simon felt so comfortable with his master; he thought of him as his friend, first. When the two handsome men were out and about, they frequently caught the attention of women. Simon was very much aware of their lustful stares and their attempts to attract attention, but Bob seemed not to notice. When presented with a lovely lady, his master was more inclined to run and hide. Indeed, when given the chance to interact with anyone except Simon, Bob was painfully shy. Simon put it on his list of things to attend to in the future. One morning, Simon came out of the spare room to find Bob sitting on the couch, deep in thought. "Simon, I have to ask you something. Can you affect my mind, too?" Simon nodded. "Can you make me smarter? Or give me knowledge of something I've never done?" Simon looked at him quizzically. "I can certainly raise your IQ level, and increase your powers of concentration. But I do not understand the knowledge that you seek." Bob looked down at the floor and sighed. "Simon, I'm 30 years old, and I'm a virgin. I've never been with a woman. I'd like to know how it feels to make love to a beautiful woman." Simon laughed. "Usually that's the first thing people wish for. Okay, so you want to know how to bed a woman. Would you not rather learn firsthand?" As he spoke, his voice rose in pitch, and the bombshell reappeared. Bob could only stare at the vision before him. Simon took the silence as acquiescence, took his master's hand, and pulled him to his feet. Bob still looked down at the floor, unable to meet the eyes of the woman in front of him. Simon reached up, and caressed his face. "Bob, you need to realize that you're a handsome guy, now. Have some self-confidence." Bob raised his eyes, as a surge of something he could not describe flooded his mind. Simon smiled gently, and put his slender arms around the waist of his master, pressing large breasts into firm abdominals. Bob could not bring himself to return the embrace. He pulled Simon away, and shook his head. "This is wrong, Simon. I can't do this. You're my friend, not my sex slave." Simon giggled. "Master, you are my friend. That is why I want to do this for you. Did you not notice you didn't wish for me to take this form? I want to instruct you in the arts of lovemaking. Trust me... I will enjoy this as much as you will." Bob's growing arousal at the beautiful woman in front of him begged him to believe her words. "Honest?" She smiled. "Honest." Suddenly, Bob lifted his servant in his arms, and carried him to the bed. He laid him down gently, and stretched out next to him. "Simon, I... can I call you something else? When you're like this? How about Simone?" Simon smiled and nodded. "You're going to have to guide me through this." Simone ran her fingers through Bob's hair. She pulled him down to her lips, and kissed him gently. After a few moments of light kissing, Bob pulled away, and smiled down at her. "Wow," was all he could say before leaning down to kiss her again. This time, the kiss went deeper. She opened her lips, and caressed his with the tip of her tongue. He opened his mouth to accept her, and their tongues danced together. Simone rolled Bob onto his back, and straddled his chest as she sat up to remove her top. Bob could only watch in amazement as her huge breasts were released, and bobbled freely on her chest. Her nipples were rosy red, and crinkled and hard. Simone reached down to take his hand, and placed it on her breast. She closed her eyes as Bob's hand began exploring her flesh. His other hand soon joined the first, caressing and stroking the beautiful orbs. Simone felt Bob's erection growing behind her. She leaned down to kiss him again, as she worked her hips down his body towards his groin. She got up on all fours, and slid down so her long hair stroked his erection. He shivered with ecstasy, as Simon's previous enhancement was still in effect. Simone smiled up at him, but Bob's eyes were closed. She gently stroked his member with her hair as she touched the tip with her tongue, pleased with the groans from her master. In one quick motion, she took as much of the turgid shaft in her mouth as she could. She could feel his arousal grow as she began to slowly move her mouth up and down his member, gently sucking and nibbling as she moved. When she sensed he was aroused enough, she sat up again, and lowered herself onto him. Bob reached up, not sure what he was reaching for, and Simone took the opportunity to place his hands on her breasts as she began to rock back and forth on his shaft. She gradually increased her pace until she felt Bob's grip on her breasts tighten, and felt his eruption within her. She eased herself off, and lay down next to his quivering form. He opened his eyes, and looked at her with tears in them. "Incredible," was all he could say before drifting off to sleep. An hour later, he awoke to the smell of something delicious in the kitchen. On the end of the bed was a luxurious fleece robe, which Simon had left for him. He went out to the kitchen to find Simone, still naked, preparing a snack. She smiled at him, and asked, "So, what did you think?" "Well," Bob began sheepishly, "I don't have much of a basis for comparison, but that was amazing." Simone giggled, as she saw his erection swelling anew at the remembrance. "Easy, Tiger. Let's have some supper first." She carried a tray laden with sandwiches and fruit to the living room. "I think we should start with dessert," Bob said, as he swept Simone up in his arms, and carried her back to the bedroom. It was obvious that the boost of self-confidence Simon had given his master was working wonders for him. Bob laid his lover on the bed, and sat beside her. "Simone, why doesn't it bother me that I know you're a man pretending to be a woman?" Simone smiled. "I took the liberty of making sure that you would enjoy me fully by suppressing any feelings of discomfort or guilt." Bob kissed her. "Thank you. But I want to ask you something else - did I satisfy you?" "It is my satisfaction to know that I pleased you, Bob." Bob shook his head. "Cut that out. I told you that I didn't want a servant, I wanted a friend. Please teach me how to please a woman, how to please you. Show me." Suddenly, a strange feeling swept over Bob. He leaned down to kiss Simone again, but as he did so, he felt his hand move towards her breast without willing it. He looked up at her in surprise, but she just smiled. "Relax. Trust me, Master." He felt his hand stroking her nipple as he kissed her deeply. He began kissing her jaw and earlobes, breathing on her neck, nibbling her flesh. All the while, his hands were roaming her bosom, pinching her nipples, caressing her skin. Bob felt his erection swelling, but he remained a passenger in his body. He continued working her flesh with his mouth down between her breasts, pausing to suckle each nipple. Simone moaned with pleasure, and Bob felt his groin swell further. He nibbled her nipple while his hand moved between her legs, kneading her inner thighs. She opened her legs, and his body moved down between them. His fingers gently spread her like a rose, and he softly ran his tongue over her moist flesh. Simone squealed with pleasure as Bob began nibbling on her most tender regions. He tasted her arousal as his grew more intense. He suddenly felt himself rise up, and position himself over her. She reached up to stroke his chest while he slid slowly into her. She arched her back in ecstasy, as he began moving in and out. Her moans matched his as they rocked, until they exploded together, her muscles caressing him as he filled her. Simone released control of his body, and they collapsed together. She kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you, Master. That was wonderful." He opened his eyes. "I did nothing. It was all your control of me." "But you wanted to please me, Bob. I merely showed you how." He sighed, contented. "You certainly looked like you were enjoying it." He cupped her breast as she giggled. Just before he dropped off to sleep, he said, "I wish I knew what you were feeling." Bob was awakened the following morning by the pressure of his bladder. He sat up groggily, and slid out of bed, only to fall right to the floor. As he tried to right himself, his hands came across some rather sizable protrusions on his chest where none had been before. He jumped to his feet, and swayed unsteadily. "SIMON!!!" Simon appeared in his male form at his side. "Yes, Master?" "Don't you 'yes, master' me. What happened to me?" "You said you wished you knew what I felt when we made love. I am obligated to fulfill your wishes, so I have made it so you can. However, first I would recommend you continue your trip to the lavatory." He winked, and patted Bob on his rather padded backside. Bob scowled at Simon, and tottered to the bathroom, wondering how he would know how to answer the call of nature with different equipment. However, when he looked down, he saw that his member remained. Once his bladder was empty, Bob watched in astonishment as his penis shrunk, and seemed to withdraw into his body. He returned to the bedroom, and paused in front of the mirror. Reflected there he saw a lovely woman. She was as tall as Bob had been, with short brown hair, green eyes, and an athletic figure. He reached up to cup his breasts, feeling their soft weight in his small hands. Bob turned to face Simon, and struck a coquettish pose. "You didn't want the blonde?" he asked, giggling. "If I'm going to be a woman, I'd like to go all the way." Simon shook his head. "I thought that would be a rather extreme experience for you to wake up in that form. I chose something a little more realistic for you. However, if you're feeling adventurous..." Bob felt his body grow warm. Simon seemed to grow taller as his point of view changed. His shoulders and back were tickled by his growing hair, which lightened to a pale blonde. His waist shrunk in even further, while his hips and buttocks remained the same size. His hands were filled with burgeoning breast flesh, spreading his fingers as they grew. He turned to the mirror, and gasped. If he had thought Simone was sexy, there was no word for his current form. He looked to be about five feet tall, with the breasts and hips of an Amazon woman. Curly, platinum hair cascaded around his curvaceous form, framing pale blue eyes and swollen pink lips. "This is unreal," he said, shocked at the breathy, high-pitched sound of his voice. "I look like a bimbo!" Simon appeared behind him, lust written all over his face. "Bob, you are the sexiest apparition I have ever created." Bob turned to face him, but only came up to his chest. "You can't call me Bob like this. I look like a...Bambi." She tried to take a step towards Simon, but lost her balance and fell. He caught her in his strong arms, and lifted her up. As she felt herself pressed against his muscular, naked form, she felt butterflies in her stomach and a strange heat between her legs. Simon carried her to the bed, and gently laid her down. He leaned in to kiss her, and Bambi felt a warm, pulling sensation in her groin. His hands found her breasts, and she cried out with pleasure. Simon took her new body to heights she had never dreamed of with his mouth and hands. Soon she was panting and moaning with intense desire. He slowly slid his turgid flesh into her moist opening, and she squealed with pleasure as he began to pump in and out. Their passion built in a crescendo of pleasure until it exploded, and Bambi felt her insides squeezing Simon's member as they found release. He continued to impale her with his shaft, and she felt her pleasure explode again and again, until she fainted with ecstasy. Some time later, she awoke to the feeling of a warm mouth on her nipple. She moaned, and stroked Simon's head. "Am I so irresistible that you won't even let me sleep?" She giggled. The gentle sucking stopped suddenly, and Simon sat up. "Forgive me, Master. I could not help myself. I will return you to your male form." He raised his hand, but Bambi grabbed it before he could wave it in her direction. Simon looked at her quizzically. "You do not wish me to change you back?" She shook her head. "Simon, I have never known pleasure like that before. I would like a second helping, but this time, I want to be the bimbo I look like. Vapid, giddy, horny...you know, every man's fantasy." Simon looked shocked, then aroused. "Are you sure?" Bambi nodded. "Can you make me feel that way?" Simon nodded, and suddenly Bambi giggled. She looked at him curiously, but giggled again. Her hand flew to her mouth, but the giggling persisted. She finally gave in, tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, and climbed out of bed. Her enormous breasts bounced and jiggled as she moved, which made her giggle even more. Bambi knelt in front of Simon, lovingly stroking his member. She felt empty between her legs, and longed for the handsome man in front of her to use her for his pleasure as well as hers. She took his shaft in her mouth, sucking and licking with all her might, striving to arouse him. Her only thought was to please him, so he would make love to her. She could think of nothing else but the yearning from her groin, and reached down to press her fingers inside herself while she continued orally pleasing Simon. Her other hand teased and pinched her enormous nipples, the combination of which brought her to the edge of orgasm - but she could neither come nor stop her actions. Finally, Simon pulled her to her feet, and pushed her roughly onto the bed. Bambi spread her legs eagerly, but Simon shook his head. She felt herself roll over onto all fours, and Simon entered her from behind. Her huge breasts provided a cushion for her on the mattress as she rocked back and forth on his member. Simon finally stiffened, and Bambi felt her release break upon her simultaneously. Simon pulled out, and fell on the bed beside her. Bambi rolled onto her back, and began sucking on her own nipples while she continued to finger her sex. She wondered how long it would take for the man (what was his name?) to recover so he would use her again. She put her fingers in her mouth to suck on the juices of their union... With a jolt, Bob was back in control. He spit his fingers out of his mouth, and wiped them on the sheets. Simon glanced over at him, and was surprised to see a big smile on the otherwise vapid-looking face. "Wow," Bambi/Bob said. Simon grinned. "You can say that again. Had enough now?" Bob thought for a minute. "I think I'd like to stay as a woman for a while. But I'd like some support for these," as he lifted his breasts in his hands. Suddenly, a sturdy brocade bra materialized around his breasts, with a matching thong panty. He strode over to the mirror, and struck a few poses, reveling in his sheer sexuality. "How about a dress?" Simon waved at him, and a black sundress appeared, hugging his every curve. Bob spun around, modeling the dress for Simon, and studying his reflection in the mirror. "On second thought, could I try out a more realistic body?" Simon walked over to him, having donned his robes. "You need only tell me what you would have me change." Bob turned back to the mirror. "Well for starters, I'd like to be a little taller. Say, five foot six." He watched, amazed, in the mirror as his reflection grew taller. "And I'd like a more athletic body, I think. More like when I woke up this morning." He watched as his legs attained a more toned look, muscles visible in his calves. His hips narrowed, and his backside shrank. He placed his hands on his breasts. "And these...?" "Just say when, Master." Bob felt his breasts begin to shrink. He continued to watch as they diminished until they were as large as grapefruit. "Okay, Simon. That's good. But now I'm definitely not a Bambi anymore. How about Cindy?" "Cindy sounds perfect." She turned and put her arms around Simon. "I think it's fair to say that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Simon." She gave him a peck on the cheek, and walked into the bathroom for a shower. Simon shook his head in disbelief. He had just experienced some of the best sex of his existence. Bob was a wonderful person; he felt very close to him as a friend... but Cindy combined extreme feminine attractiveness with Bob's essence. He was afraid this might grow complicated... Cindy, in the meantime, was discovering the joys a detachable showerhead can bring to a woman. After thoroughly exploring and scrubbing her new form, she began to wash her hair. She hadn't noticed before, but Simon had shortened the waist length curls to a much more manageable mid-back length. She smiled. While she toweled off her body, she noticed a little pile of clothing on the vanity - a matching bra and thong set, a pair of black high heeled-sandals, and a black dress similar to the one she had worn only briefly earlier. She dressed quickly, not registering how easily fastening the bra came to her. She found a small makeup case and some jewelry, which she applied expertly, after which she braided her hair and pinned it up. Cindy checked her reflection in the mirror, only then realizing how natural all this had been to her. "Wow," she whispered. When Cindy emerged from the bathroom, Simon was waiting for her. "You did something to my mind, didn't you, Simon?" He looked uncomfortable. "I instilled you with all the knowledge you need to care for your new body, Cindy, and I altered your behavior patterns accordingly. I didn't want you to feel awkward. I'm sorry." She hugged him. "You're sweet. Thank you." Simon chuckled inwardly at Cindy's feminine speech and gestures. "Can we sit down for a while, Simon?" They moved to the living room couch, where Simon produced a bottle of wine. "I'd like to talk to you about some more wishes I'd like to make. First, can you produce money?" Simon nodded. Eventually, everyone broached this subject with him. However, he didn't answer with as much disdain as in the past. "As I told you at our first meeting, I can do virtually anything you can imagine or require." "Good. Then I wish that you would produce just enough money to pay off my bills for this month, please. But can you make sure that the addition of the money in my account does not set up any red flags?" "Done." Cindy's restraint did not surprise Simon. "Perfect. Now, how about a new car? My car was destroyed in the house fire, and I've been using public transportation ever since." "What kind of car do you desire, my dear?" Cindy thought for a moment. She didn't want anything too flashy or expensive, but she thought she was entitled to a little fun. "How about a BMW SUV? In blue?" Simon pulled a set of car keys out of thin air, and presented them to her. "Let's go try it out! But," she hesitated, "you might want to change into something a little more, 21st century." She giggled, but stopped when Simon transformed his robes into a gray turtleneck sweater and black pants. He must have played with my sexuality too, she thought, because that man is h-o-t, HOT! Simon read either her expression or her mind, and kissed her hand. "Mistress, now you are the sweet one." Cindy felt her face flush with pleasure. "Shall we go then?" He handed her a purse and a sweater he had thoughtfully created from thin air. She locked the apartment, and they walked down to the parking lot out back. There was a blue BMW SUV in the parking spot for her apartment. The license plate read "Wishes." Cindy felt tears spring to her eyes. Simon opened her door for her, and handed her the keys. Cindy started the car, and was surprised to hear her favorite band come out of the CD player. She looked over at Simon, who grinned. "I took some liberties with customizing the vehicle." She drove out of the parking lot, amazed at the smooth ride of the car. After driving around the city for a while, Cindy pulled into the park, and stopped next to the pond. By this time, it was dusk, and the sky was awash with colors. She turned off the engine. "Simon, what kinds of things have other people wished for from you?" Simon's eyes grew troubled. "Money and power, mostly. Very few people think worldly thoughts when they possess power in their hands." "Can you cure world hunger? Or bring peace to the world?" Simon shook his head. "Sadly, no. I can only satisfy the personal whims of my master... or mistress." Cindy giggled. "I bet you never had a master who made you make them a woman. I guess that's a little weird, huh?" Simon turned to face her. "Certainly not. Why wouldn't anyone want to see how the other half lives given the chance? But I have been frequently forced to transform people against their will in accordance with my master's wishes." He scowled at the thought. Cindy sighed. "You know what, though? I like it." Simon poked her in the ribs. "I know you like it." She blushed. "Not just the sex. It just feels right. I know it's only been a day and a half, but I think I'm going to try it out for a while. For the first time in my life, I feel happy and content with who I am. I mean, the last couple weeks have been fantastic, experiencing what it's like to be a handsome guy. But this feels even better... and I haven't even been out like this yet." Simon put his arm around her shoulders. "I'm glad." Cindy sat up suddenly. She turned to face Simon. "Does this mean I've always been gay?" Simon kissed the top of her head, and smoothed her hair. "No, Cindy. I don't think it means you've been gay. You're just more open-minded than most people. That's why this transition has been so easy for you." She snuggled against his arm. Suddenly, her favorite song began to play. She looked up at him. "Would you dance with me, Simon? I don't really know how, but I've always wanted to try it." "Who could refuse?" He took her hand, and suddenly, they were standing outside the car. He took her other hand, and placed it on his shoulder, and grasped her around her waist. They began rocking back and forth in time to the tune. "You see? It's not so hard." Cindy smiled up at him, and then rested her head against his shoulder. The song was over too quickly for Cindy. She was so happy to be held in Simon's arms - nothing had ever felt so right to her before. Simon, meanwhile, was fighting an internal battle. Had he tampered with her feelings and emotions accidentally when he made her more feminine? Could his master actually be attracted to him on more than a physical level? He had been genuinely pleased to see Cindy's reaction to the car, and felt no loathing for serving her. Indeed, he found himself doing extra little things he knew would please her; the clothes after the shower, the songs on the radio. But this would never work, he told himself. He would never age, but someday Cindy would be gone. Unless... Simon didn't have time to finish his thought. By this time, the sun had set, and the park was closing. They got back in the car, and headed for home. On the way, Cindy picked up some fast food, just for the experience of driving her new car through the drive-thru. When they arrived home, Cindy carefully hung her sweater and purse in the closet. She kicked off her sandals, and carried them into the bedroom. When she opened the closet door, she paused, and called to Simon. He was instantly at her side. "Simon, can you change all these men's clothes into women's clothes?" He waved his hand at the closet, and suddenly it was filled with beautiful dresses, skirts, blouses, and pants - all perfectly tailored to Cindy. She ran her hand over the beautiful fabric, and her eyes began to fill with tears again. Simon turned her to face him. "Do they not please you?" Cindy sniffed, and smiled. "They're beautiful. It's just...I still can't believe this is happening to me. I'm so happy." She hugged Simon around the waist, and was reminded of how sculpted his body was. She felt her cheek press into his pecs, and the strength in his arms as they held her. She felt a warmth flood her groin, and her nipples tingled. "Simon," she began, unsure of how to voice her desire. "Would you...uh...could you...ummm...do you know what I'm trying to say?" His answer was to pick her up and carry her to the bed. He laid her down, and gestured dramatically to her dress. It disappeared, and was replaced with a delicate chemise of deep blue silk. He spun around in place, and his clothes vanished to reveal blue silk boxer shorts to match. She smiled at his theatrics, but her eyes grew wide with arousal at his perfect body as he lay down beside her. "At this rate, we won't be needing that spare room anymore." She giggled, but was cut short as he attacked her mouth with his. This time, their love making was not dirty, it was not forced: it was perfect and beautiful. After it was over, they lay down to sleep still joined, with their arms entwined. The next morning, Cindy awoke first. She grinned as she realized she still held Simon's member within her. She began massaging him with her most intimate of muscles, willing him to swell within her. It didn't take long before he awoke, and they made love again and again. When they finally separated, Cindy said, "Simon, I've been thinking. I need to make some practical changes in my life. I still own the land where my house once stood. Can you recreate the house for me? It's in the middle of nowhere, so no one will notice that builders haven't been coming and going. Can you do that?" "Would you like me to reproduce the house exactly as it was?" "No, actually. I think I'd like to make some changes to it. I guess I'll think about it for a while. In the meantime, I'll whip us up some breakfast." At Simon's protest, Cindy placed her finger on his lips and said, "It's okay. I actually enjoy cooking once in a while." he went out to the kitchen, and began to prepare some French toast while she imagined what kind of house she would wish Simon to produce for them. Them? she thought. Hmmm... A crash from the other room brought her back to reality. She ran to the bedroom, to see Simon lying on the floor. "My god, Simon, are you alright?" He opened his eyes. "Weak...too weak...return...ring...rest..." "Oh my god, what do I do? How can I help?" "...wish..." "I wish you would return to the ring until you were fully rested! Hurry! Go!" With that, he was gone. Cindy gave a shuddering sigh, and got to her feet. She returned to the kitchen to find the French toast burning in the pan. She cleaned up, but couldn't eat. The shock had left her with no appetite. Instead, she took the time to clean up her apartment, and change the sheets on her bed. She did laundry, washed dishes, polished furniture - anything to keep her mind off of Simon. She went through the clothes in her closet, and organized them by color and style. She went through her drawers to find beautiful lingerie and silk stockings. Finally, she curled up in her rocking chair with a book to distract her...but she couldn't read. She kept staring at the ring on her finger. Eventually, sleep must have claimed her, because she awoke to darkness in her apartment. She had fallen asleep in an awkward position, and her neck and back were sore. She decided to take a hot shower to loosen them up. While she let the hot water run to steam up the bathroom, she slipped out of her chemise, and studied her reflection. She really was beautiful, Cindy decided. Just the right amount of curves, pretty face, curly hair...imagine, just weeks earlier she had been a disfigured man. She giggled. No one would recognize her now! She pinned up her hair, and climbed into the shower. It didn't take long for the warm water to start to loosen up her cramped muscles. She slowly rolled her neck in circles, stretching it out. She was about to work on her shoulders when she felt a familiar pair of hands begin to massage them. She whirled around, losing her balance on the slippery surface of the bathtub. Strong arms steadied her, and she looked up into the face of Simon. She threw her arms around him. "Simon! I was so worried! Are you alright now?" "Yes, Mistress, I'm fine. I had never been out of my prison for so long; I just became suddenly weak and powerless. I'm so sorry I frightened you." He gently stroked her wet hair as the water cascaded around them. She tilted her head up to look in his face, only to wince at her still stiff neck. She reached up to rub it, but Simon took her hand. "Allow me." He began to massage her neck and shoulders masterfully, and she felt her muscles relaxing. Soon, his magic hands moved to places that were not sore but needed attention, and before long Cindy found herself back in bed again. Once again, the two lovers fell asleep intertwined. The next day, Bob had a job interview. Cindy woke up with a start when she remembered this, and shook Simon awake. "Simon! You've got to help me. I have to be Bob again for my job interview. Simon..." With a jolt, Bob realized that he was back in his enhanced male form. He sighed with relief, but felt a tinge of disappointment as well. He was about to run for the shower, when something dawned on him: he didn't need a job anymore. He didn't need to work anymore; he didn't even need money anymore! But was that a worthwhile existence, he wondered? Without a job, he had no purpose, and without a purpose, he would just wander through the years accomplishing nothing. But wait a second, he thought. Tragedy prevented him from going to college, so he'd made his way through so far washing dishes and sweeping floors. He was an intelligent person, who craved stimulation, so what was stopping him from going to college now? He could become a doctor, and work for free clinics! Or a charity case lawyer! He could just have Simon make him mad amounts of money, and start up his own charity! The point was, he could do anything he wanted now. He was FREE! With Simon's help... Simon. He glanced over at his new beneficiary, but he appeared to be asleep. In all actuality, Simon was eavesdropping on Bob's mental conversation with not a little glee. He was right about this one...Bob was truly unique among his fellow men. He continued to feign sleep. Bob pulled on his robe, and walked out to the kitchen, not noticing that the robe had conveniently expanded to fit his enlarged, masculine stature. He first called the restaurant where he was supposed to be interviewing, and told them he wouldn't be coming. Then, he sat down with a cup of coffee, and began thinking and planning. About an hour later, Simon walked out of the bedroom to find Bob deep in thought. "Good morning, Bob. No interview after all?" Bob shook his head. "Nope. Simon, I've been doing some thinking. I have a whole bunch of questions to ask you - do you mind?" "I live to serve, Master." Bob rolled his eyes. "How long will you be staying with me? I mean, how long are you...umm...how should I put it..." "Bound to you?" Bob nodded. "I am your servant until the day the ring is removed from your finger. And Bob," Simon added, as his master looked at the ring, "that ring can only be removed from your finger posthumously." "You mean when I'm dead?" Simon nodded. "Well, I guess we'll be together a long time then, huh?" Bob smiled. "I hope so." "And you said there's no limit to your powers?" "As I told you, they can only be used to benefit you. I do have some rights of interpretation of your wishes, and I can act to benefit you without your directly telling me to do so, as you have seen. However, I am bound to obey any direct order which you issue." "You said that the ring was your 'prison.' How did you get in there?" Simon sighed. "I'm sorry, Bob. I can't tell you that." Bob was taken aback. "Well, can you ever get out?" Simon shook his head, and said, "Sorry, I can't answer that either." Simon looked down at his hands. "I am sorry, Bob. I do not mean to be secretive, but I am bound to silence on these topics just as I am bound to the ring." Bob put a hand on Simon's shoulder. "That's okay, Simon." Bob stood up. "What do you say we take a drive, huh? In my new wheels?" He grabbed the keys off the hook. Only then did he realize he was dressed only in a woman's bathrobe, and that Simon wore only his boxers. They both burst into laughter. With a wave of his hand, Simon clothed them both in jeans and sweaters, and they drove away. "Where are we going, Bob?" Simon asked as they drove. "Well, we talked about my house, right? I'm taking you out there so we can plan my new digs." Bob smiled at the thought. They drove for a long time, leaving the confines of the city and entering the lush countryside surrounding it. After an hour or so, Bob turned into a narrow dirt driveway, overgrown with weeds and brush. This continued for a quarter mile or so, after which the trees separated to reveal a small clearing marked with the charred remains of a small dwelling, facing the lake. Bob sighed as he got out of the car. "Beautiful view, isn't it?" Simon glanced around. The house hadn't been anything fancy, from what he could tell from Bob's memories and the remains of the structure, but the view of the lake and the mountains in the distance was breathtaking. Bob strolled around the wreckage, lost in memory. "This is where I grew up - where I lived for the first 30 years of my life. I worked in the next town at the post office up until the fire. Then I had to move into the city to be closer to the hospital for treatment. Did I tell you that the fire was caused by lightning? What're the odds?" Bob tried to smile, but his eyes were wet with tears. He sighed, and shook his head. "But lightning never strikes twice, right?" Simon nodded. "So let's get to work!" Bob strolled around, describing what he wanted to build on the site. Simon was impressed with his master's visions. He didn't want anything overly elaborate; just something elegant and comfortable. Periodically, Simon would tap into his Bob's thoughts to make sure he understood what he was describing, and he was shocked at what he found there. Whenever Bob imagined himself in the house, he was represented by Cindy; and wherever Cindy was, Simon was by her side. Simon smiled to himself. It appeared he was right again; Cindy was developing feelings for him. The idea pleased him greatly. Eventually, Bob described his future residence to his satisfaction - even down to the grand piano in the finished attic. Suddenly, Bob turned a concerned eye towards Simon. "Is this going to drain you? I mean, can you do it without hurting yourself?" Simon smiled at his master's concern. "Don't worry about me. This is no problem at all. You just stand back and watch, Bob." Simon closed his eyes, and pointed at the wreckage of Bob's ancestral home. The area seemed to shimmer, and then a structure began to take form. Bob watched, open-mouthed. It was perfect. A three story brick house with a huge back porch, Jacuzzi room, and garages. After only a few minutes, Simon lowered his arm, and opened his eyes. He staggered for a second, then smiled at Bob. "Your new home, Master." Bob ran to Simon to hug him, and was about to kiss his cheek, when he caught himself. Instead, he grabbed his arm, and dragged him towards the dwelling. "Come on, Simon! Let's check it out!" On the doorstep, Bob hesitated. "Does something not please you, Bob?" Simon asked. He blushed up to his ears, and said quietly, "Before we go in, can you make me Cindy again?" Simon placed a hand gently on Bob's shoulder, and said, "With pleasure, Master." Bob felt the pressure on his shoulder increase as his stature shrunk. He felt his hair grow, and his waist draw in. The pressure of his pants on his prodigious member lessened, but his shirt began to constrict his chest. Finally, his clothes rearranged themselves into a short denim skirt, sandals, and a peasant blouse. Cindy sighed with relief once her transformation was complete. She turned to Simon, and kissed his cheek - an infinitely more appropriate gesture coming from her feminine form. He responded by picking her up in his arms, and carrying her across the threshold. After he set her down, she smiled at him for a few seconds before she began running through the house, checking everything out. It was all exactly as she had wished, down to the last doorknob. Her last stop was the Jacuzzi room, which faced out on the lake. The tub was already filled with warm water, bubbling invitingly. Cindy turned a playful eye towards Simon. "Care for a dip?" She stripped off her clothes, and slipped into the water. Simon joined her, and she sat on his knee while the water jets made her breasts jiggle enticingly. She could feel the effect this had on Simon, but she still had business to take care of. "Simon, can you move all my belongings here over that distance? And settle up with my landlord?" He closed his eyes for several minutes, and then smiled at Cindy. "Done. This is now your official residence. The house is registered with the proper authorities, and everything is squared away for you." Cindy squealed with delight. "That's it, then. Everything is perfect." She wiggled a bit on Simon's lap, feeling his erection swell against her soft flesh. She reached up to stroke his face, and his hands found her nipples. They were soon rocking together, moaning in the water bath. Cindy awoke the next morning in her new bedroom. Her cheek nuzzled against the silk sheets on the bed as she stretched, momentarily forgetting where she was. She rolled onto her side, and saw Simon stretched out beside her. He smiled. "Good morning, my dear. Sleep well?" She leaned down and kissed him. "Well, you certainly tired me out, lover." She giggled, then sat up as a realization hit her. "Wait a sec, did you whisk us up here?" It was Simon's turn to giggle. "You fell asleep in the Jacuzzi. I didn't want to wake you, so I carried you up here to bed." "Ah ha...well, now that we're here, and I'm awake, I intend to keep you here for a little while, sir." She began kissing his chest while her hands began stroking him to an erection. It certainly hadn't taken her long to learn how to please a man, Simon chuckled. She turned around, and worked her way down to take his member into her mouth. He couldn't help but arch his back and moan in pleasure as she began to tease him with her tongue. He reached up and pulled aside her nightdress, and began to arouse her with his fingers. Her groans aroused him faster, and she quickly turned around and began to ride him to orgasm. With a shriek of pleasure, she exploded, and collapsed on top of him. She snuggled against his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles with her finger. They lay together for a long while before hunger drove her from their bed. --- I have not decided as of yet whether to continue this tale or no. Input would be welcome, and can be sent to [email protected]. Thanks for reading.