I Dream of Jeannie - Part 1

Introduction

My wife has commanded me to begin writing a series of chastity fiction stories for this site. Below is my first installment.

I dream of the real Jeannie, the one that would be like Jennie on the television series, "I Dream of Jeannie." I always thought that it would be the ultimate path to wealth, happiness, security, power, and sexual gratification to find a bottle with a Jennie in it and have her rise from the bottle, materialize as a beautiful, seductively-dressed babe, and submit to my every whim and desire.

To this end, I joined with an archeologist friend of mine on a dig. We traveled to an undisclosed location in the Middle East. After three months of digging in the desolate desert heat, I came upon an ancient, beautiful bottle. With great excitement, I hid the bottle in my bag and continued digging. Two weeks later, we departed for America. Frank had uncovered a few interesting artifacts, but nothing of any significance. Perhaps that was my case, too. Still, I was excited that I might have one of my greatest fantasies fulfilled.

At my home the next evening, after showering and getting quite comfortable, I placed the bottle on my 19th century refurbished barrister's desk. With a deep breath and another moment of hesitation, I slowly opened the top. It was very difficult to open, taking me several attempts before I managed to break it loose. At last, it was open. I lay the top beside the bottle and then curiously looked into the bottle. All I saw was the darkest and most perfect color of black.

Perhaps my imagination had overtaken me. Perhaps I had anticipated that which is not possible. I continued to stare down into the abyss, as my hopes begin to diminish. Then, all at one, a purple haze emerged, in a swirling, spiraling form. A beautiful shade of red mixed with the purple haze, as the three colors spiraled to the bottle's surface.

At the surface, an explosion of brilliant colors ignited, filling the room with smoke, fire, and a brilliant array of beautiful colors. When the smoke and fire cleared, the most beautiful women that I had or have ever seen was standing in front of me. She looked to be a perfect 38, 22, 36, probably 5'10", 115 pounds, with the most beautifully toned body I had every seen. She was a Goddess, dressed in a seductively beautiful gown, with golden, feminine, strappy high-heel shoes. I thought to myself, "you're dreams have come through in such an enormous way." I could not be further from the truth. I asked her, "what is your name, Jeannie??"

She sweetly smiled and said, "no," I'm afraid you have been watching too much television, little man." "My Name is Mistress Sabrina." "What!" I asked. "You heard correctly, bitch." "Kneel before me, now!!!" I couldn't believe this. She was supposed to thank me for rescuing her and give me her slave-like devotion in return. I hesitated too long, and, within the blink of an eye, I was completely naked, on my knees, with a dildo-gag in my mouth and my hands chained behind my back, to my ankles.

"Do not ever hesitate when I give you a command," she said, as she then proceeded to speak. "I am a Jeannie, true, but Jeannies are not slaves---they are Mistresses to all men. When you opened the bottle, you invited me to be your Mistress for the rest of your life, and I shall honor your one and only request.the one and only request a man may make of his Mistress Jeannie."

I thought to myself, "what have I done??" and "what shall become of me??" There appeared to be no way out. I was stunned, humiliated, and very scared.

She then said, "That will be all for now, slave." With that statement and another quick blink of her beautiful eyes, I found myself sitting on a bed in a very femininely-decorated room. All of my body hair, excluding my now long, shiny bouncy perfectly prepared and highlighted hair, was shaved and gone; my toenails were painted bright red; I had beautifully sculptured nails, painted bright red; I had beautiful, large breasts, and I was dressed in a very sexy nightie. A very confining chastity belt surrounded my cock and balls, and there appeared to be no place to unlock it.it was seamless titanium. A pair of legs cuffs was on my ankles, and my hands were cuffed to a chain descending from the headboard. Apparently, it was goodnight for know. What dreams may come, and, more importantly, what will reality be? What have I done?

[ Story continues in part two ]
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