A flash by bobwhite
"One wish left!" the genie warned.
Pat, the lucky man who had released the genie, had already wished for so much money that he would never need to think about working again. His second wish was that the woman he had a crush on, a very pretty lady named Janice, would get a promotion to manager of the office—and she did, just like that! Her clothes even went from casual to business attire.
He had always had a crush on her. Unfortunately, every time he got the nerve to ask her out, he heard about some other (better-looking) guy in the office who had been turned down by her. But, that only played to his submissive fetish... and so his third wish was born.
Pat knew what he'd wish for—something he'd been wanting for as long as he'd known the beautiful Janice. "I wish I was Janice's ultimate love slave."
When the genie snapped his fingers this time, he disappeared, and Pat found himself walking into Janice's office. He figured the involuntary actions of his body were a normal part of his new live as her slave. What he didn't expect was the sudden tightness in his chest, and the feeling of a deep wedgie in his ass crack. Something was really starting to hurt in his crotch, too.
When he got to the office, Janice was smiling, and holding a leash. Suddenly, he was wearing a collar! When he looked down at the chain, he saw his huge, D-cup tits! At least, that's what the vinyl bra he took off said.
When he took off the vinyl thong, he bent over to inspect his crotch, which had stopped hurting... and when he saw that his dick was gone, he nearly fainted! He was now just a hot, big-titted goth chick openly firgging herself. Her short, apple-red hair accented her colorful eye makeup.
And, her shaven, pierced pussy, slick with her juices, confirmed the fact that Pat was now a slave to a somewhat kinky lesbian domme.
She crawled to her Mistress at the urging of a few more yanks on her leash. Taking her place under the large oak desk, Pat lifted Janice's skirt and started using her long, pierced tongue to lap at her cunt.
'This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this! I didn't know she was a lesbian! Why can't I stop?' he—she, rather—thought as she mindlessly ate out her owner.
Janice moaned as she came, drenching Pat's pretty face. "Mmmmmm, that was good, Don't stop till I tell you... oooohhh, yeah... and give me all your money, slave. Maybe if I'm feeling nice, I might let you get off sometime... mmmmmm, yeah, that's the spot..."
Pat spends most of her days on her knees now, licking Janice's nectar. And every day, the tiny part of her mind that remembers being a man asks itself why he wasn't more careful what he wished for.
Clichés aren't lost on slaves.
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