Yes master, p.16
Yes, Master, page 16
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Andi
I watched Bennett go into the bathroom and close the door. I could tell that he had struggled with something for a few moments when he stood up from his lounger. Of the three types of wishes Vila and I had previewed for him, the love wish seemed to stir the most emotion in him. Perhaps it was because his feelings for that Lottie girl had been brought up when he saw her, or because Blake had reminded him of a time when he felt small. Maybe it was the conflict between the pleasure of showing Blake up to make up for past years of mistreatment and the knowledge that regardless, his enemy still ended up with the girl he desired. I wasn’t positive exactly what Bennett was feeling, but I knew that I wanted to help make him feel better.
“Hey, Vila,” I said. She looked my way while she was setting the table. “How about we give Bennett something to take his mind off of today, off of Lottie and Blake?” Vila’s face lit up.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked, excitement spreading across her face.
“I was thinking of sticking to the classics. Let’s give Bennett a girl to take his mind off another girl.” I raised a brow and waited to hear Vila’s thoughts. I saw her face change as she ran through different scenarios in her mind.
“How about we make him one? The perfect one!” she replied, landing square on the same page I was on.
“Exactly! We have to hurry, though! I think Bennett having company join him in the shower would be a great distraction for him!” I agreed. The two of us changed from mist to legs and went to the living room couch. We sat down, and Vila waved her hand out in front of us. A mannequin appeared on a small turntable that rotated in front of us slowly.
“Let's start with body type,” Vila said. “I'm thinking voluptuous on top, athletic on the bottom. What do you think?”
“How about a balance of both? Let's do a tiny waist, long sculpted legs, and a large c-cup breast,” I told her. Vila immediately held her arm out in front of the two of us and flicked her fingers towards the mannequin. It looked as though she was flicking water off of her hand. Very slowly, a golden glow surrounded the mannequin. It got brighter while the mannequin itself looked like a mirror shadow inside it. I watched as the shadow’s form changed to match the form Villa and I were looking for. Then the glow started to fade, and when it faded, our changes had been made.
“How's that? I went with five-foot-six-inches tall,” Vila asked. The mannequin's shape was close to what I had in mind, but not quite perfect yet.
“Put a little more strength through the shoulders and more definition in the arms. I want her to be strong overall. Then the curve of her tiny waist can serve to give her the illusion of being soft and supple,” I told Vila.
She nodded her head and pointed at the mannequin. She started moving her arm in such a way that it looked as though she was drawing in the air. As she did so, a tiny white ball of light darted around the mannequin’s arms and shoulders. Vila raised her other hand and slowly twisted it as though she was unscrewing a light bulb. The result was the mannequin turning slowly so that Vila could use the light to sculpt the back of the shoulders and arms. The look on her face reminded me of some of the great artists I'd met throughout the years. She was serious but content and supremely focused until she lowered her hands, and the light ball disappeared. She smiled over at me and tipped her head to the side.
“More along the lines of what you were thinking?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” I told her. The mannequin’s arms, shoulders, and back were now perfectly chiseled so that she appeared muscular but not so severely that she lost her femininity.
“What’s next?” Vila inquired.
“Let's add long, vixen-like fingernails and slim down her ankles just a tad. We don't want to send a girl with cankles into Bennett,” I replied. Vila folded her hands together as though she were getting ready to pray. She slowly straightened her interwoven fingers and started pulling her hands apart. As her fingers unlaced themselves, the nails on the mannequin grew longer.
“Would you like them pointy, or square-tipped?” she asked me.
“Square with rounded corners,” I answered. Some women could pull off claw-like pointed nails, but I still couldn't get used to seeing them. They just reminded me of wild animals.
Next, Vila started moving her hands in the air to make what looked like the outline of an hourglass. As she did so, the mannequin’s ankles, and the bottom of her calves, started to slim out and blend together, creating a beautiful transition from her legs to her feet.
“Move on to hair?” Vila suggested.
“I believe a dark chestnut with some black lowlights would be perfect,” I told her.
“I think, instead of the black lowlights, why don't we darken the entire underneath to a chocolate brown. I don't want her coloring too close to Lottie’s. We are trying to get his mind off her, not remind him of her,” Vila replied.
“I think you are correct, go with your idea,” I agreed. “Make her hair a little longer than Lottie’s too.”
Vila gave me a nod of acknowledgment and set to combing the air with her fingers. As she did so, long, luxurious, sparkling chestnut brown hair took form on the mannequin. Vila made the hair thick and shiny, and it fell to the mannequin’s waist. When she finished, the sparkles faded out, leaving the finished product.
“I should have been a damn hairstylist!” Vila joked, admiring her own work.
“I cannot say that I disagree!” I chuckled at her. “Now, let's make her eyes blue, but not too dark, and make her face more round than sculpted. We need to move this along so we can get her in there before Bennett gets out of the shower!”
Vila lifted her forefingers and started poking at the air in front of her. It looked like she was chicken-pecking an invisible keyboard. With each poke, the mannequin's facial structure changed slightly, and in just a few moments, a beautiful girl’s face was created. The mannequin now had perfect apple cheeks, plump lips, and just enough definition to her cheeks to add a sophisticated look when she was not smiling, but a cute set of dimples when she was.
“Is that close to what you were envisioning?” Vila asked me.
“It is!” I was becoming more impressed with her artwork after every alteration. “Now, lastly, what do you think about skin tone?”
“I think we should go just as white as possible without making her look like an albino,” she answered. “Lottie is very light-complexioned but looks like she would pick up a decent tan if she stayed out in the sun. I want this girl to be Snow White pure in appearance.”
“Do it!” I told her. With a dramatic flourish of her hand in the air, Vila snapped her fingers. Orange strings of' brilliant light started flowing over the mannequin's body. I was reminded of the shine I would see after putting tinsel on a Christmas tree. Each string of light left a strip of skin in its wake that was a dreamy shade of milky white. When the last orange light disappeared off the end of the mannequin's foot, her entire body appeared to be made out of the most pristine porcelain.
“There! Done!” Vila said, proudly.
“That is magnificent, Vila! You nailed it!” I complimented her.
“What are we going to do about a personality?” Vila asked, looking over the mannequin from top to bottom.
“A little of this, a little of that, and a whole lot of wanting Bennett!” I told her, letting out a chuckle. We didn't need this girl to win a Nobel Prize. Her main duty would be to use her womanly wiles to get Bennett out of his own head.
Vila held her arms out wide and slowly started bringing them together, palms facing each other. The mannequin started glowing as it had in the very beginning. The light got brighter the closer together Vila’s hands were. Right before her hands touched, the light was so bright I had to look away. I heard a large clap and felt a wave of heat blowback my hair. When the breeze dissipated, I looked back over at the mannequin. She stood there, blinking at me.
“Wow, that was quite the show!” I told Vila.
“Yeah, well, it takes a lot of energy to force an entire personality into one little mannequin!” she informed me humorously. The two of us stood up and walked over to the mannequin.
“What would you like your name to be?” Vila asked the newly created, naked woman standing before us. The mannequin smiled at both of us.
“Crystal!” she said excitedly.
“Absolutely not!” Vila countered. “Try again.”
“Courtney?” the woman asked.
“Still, no,” Vila answered without pause.
“Kathryn?” The woman tried again. Vila looked over at me and shrugged her shoulder. I nodded my head in agreement.
“Kathryn, it is!” Vila said excitedly. “Now, Kathryn, do you know what you need to do?” The newly humanized mannequin smiled sweetly.
“I am to make Bennett feel good and distract him from the things that may be bringing him down,” Kathryn answered. I liked that she sounded very confident, and the tone of her voice was not too high pitched.
“That is exactly right,” I confirmed for her. “Bennett is in the shower right now. It's time for you to go be his distraction!” Kathryn took a quick moment to glance from me to Vila and back. Without saying a word, she stepped around the two of us and headed towards the bathroom. Vila and I turned to watch her go. She had a swanky walk that left her hips swaying sensually.
“I think we batted this one out of the park!” Vila nearly squealed with excitement.
“I believe you are correct, my darling friend. Now let's go make sure dinner is ready. If our plan works as it should, he should have quite the appetite by the time she is done with him!” I said, nudging Vila with my elbow and laughing.
“Yes, ma’am!” Vila replied happily. The two of us gave up our legs and floated into the kitchen to prepare dinner. “You know, Vila, you are amazing with your creation skills. Where did you learn to do things so effortlessly?” I had been truly impressed by the way she had manifested Kathryn’s details.
“I've spent centuries creating details from the stories Gisele told me and adding them to my world in the lamp,” Vila answered.
“I didn't know we could do that!” I was stunned. Vila had created my world in the lamp for me based on the little she knew about me when my mom wished for her to save me. She had done a fantastic job, but every now and then, I ran across something I wouldn't mind changing.
“Absolutely, we can! The next time we are in the lamp, I will teach you how to do it. It never dawned on me that you wouldn't try to use that kind of magic inside the lamp. I promise I wasn't holding out on you!” Vila said, both excited at the opportunity to teach me, and seemingly worried that I would be mad at her for not knowing about the ability sooner. I shot her a smile and winked to let her know she was in no fear of me being upset with her.
“I look forward to that!” I told her. “Now, let's get to creating this dinner!”
15
My eyes were closed, and I was enjoying feeling the hot water from the shower beat on my shoulders. I had already washed up and was trying to let my thoughts flow away with the water. A rustling of the shower curtain made me open my eyes and jump a little. A well-manicured hand pulled the curtain back and revealed a beautiful, naked woman with her blue eyes riveted on me.
“Umm…” I didn’t know what to say. Hell, I wasn't sure that I shouldn't be scrambling to get out the other side of the curtain.
“Don’t be afraid,” the woman said in a notably seductive voice. “My name is Kathryn. I am a gift from your friends, Andi and Vila.”
“Andi and Vila called in a woman for me?” The girls had done some things that I had found shocking, but to have a woman come to my apartment for me was too far out there for my taste.
“No, no,” Kathryn cooed as she stepped into the shower with me. “They didn’t call me. They made me specifically for you as a gift.”
The only thought that ran through my mind at that point was, ‘Of course they did. That’s normal’.
“Why exactly did they make you for me?” I asked her cautiously. She stepped toward me, and I couldn’t help but focus on her full, round breasts nearing me.
“I am yours to enjoy,” she purred. “I’ve never felt a man’s touch before.” She looked me up and down, her eyes stopping just below my waist. “I’ve never touched a man before, and from the looks of things, you are ALL man.” She brought her eyes back up to mine and took another step toward me. The water from the shower was falling between us. I watched it flow over her chest, altering paths as it found its way down her cleavage. All thoughts of wanting to get away vanished. I lifted my hand to her chest. When I touched her skin, she breathed in deeply, pushing her nipples against my chest.
“Yes, I am,” I agreed with her. I felt the blood flow to my loins as I traced the path the water made down between her breasts and back up.
“Your touch sets my skin on fire, Bennett,” she whispered breathlessly, gazing up into my eyes. She raised her hands and laid them on my chest. When she made contact, she breathed in sharply and closed her eyes. “I can feel your heat.”
She started sliding her hands up my chest to my shoulders. Her breasts pushed harder against me, making my blood flow even faster. I took hold of one of her hands and gently slid it back down my chest, over my waist and down to my groin. When I felt the softness on her hand slide over my fully erect cock, I was the one who had to take a breath.
“That is my heat,” I said as I pressed her fingers around my shaft. I felt her nails grip my shoulder as she arched toward me.
“Mmm,” she moaned. Her hand tightened around my shaft and slowly slid up to the head. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the shower tile as a slow wave of pleasure flooded through me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. The sensation of her skin against mine was electric. I slid my hands up her back and neck as she slowly stroked my cock. I wrapped a hand up in her hair, gently pulled her head back, and slowly ran my tongue up the side of her pale neck to her ear as water flowed down the back of my neck.
“Your hand seems to like my heat,” I breathed into her ear, making her shiver with pleasure. She turned her head until her lips were nearly touching mine. She gently parted her mouth and ran her tongue over my lips.
“I think all of me will love your heat,” she whispered before closing her eyes and pressing her mouth to mine. Her tongue danced with mine as I used my grip on her hair to force her tighter against me. When we parted, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me. I released her hair and slid my hands to her hips. I pushed her a step back from me, admiring the extreme curviness of her wet figure.
“I want to warm you up first,” I told her softly. I leaned down and ran my lips across one of her nipples before taking it in my mouth.
“Oh!” she moaned from her throat. I suckled gently, moving my tongue in tiny circles. She responded by starting to slide her hand up and down my shaft faster, sending shocks of energy into my groin and down my legs.
“Hmm,” I hummed against her breast before turning my attention to the other one. When my mouth touched her other nipple, she wrapped her other hand behind my neck and pulled me onto it. I flicked her with my tongue, relishing in the way her body jumped just a little every time I did so. I loved the way she was holding my face against her breast, refusing to let me leave. I moved a hand slowly down the curve of her hip, around to her stomach, and down between her legs. She sucked her breath in sharply as I gently parted her folds with my fingers. I slid them back and forth across her clit. The pleasure shocked her so much she let go of my neck and dug her nails into my shoulder. I stood up and watched the water flow down her body and over my hand while I massaged her nub.
“You make me feel like I want more of you, all over me, in me. I’ve never felt this before,” she whispered raspily.
“I’ll give you more,” I told her as I slid past her clit to her opening and slowly slid two fingers deep inside her.
“Ahh,” she gasped. She was so shocked by the sensation that she arched back, pushing her breasts against me once again. I took a step forward, moving the two of us as I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her, feeling her soft folds squeeze around them. I slowly pulled them out of her as I kneeled down before her.
“Don’t go,” she whined as I pulled our hands away from each other. I delighted in her desire to be in contact.
“I want to give you a special kiss,” I told her, looking up into her eyes.
On my knees, I lifted one of her legs and put it over my shoulder. She held onto me and put her other hand on the wall. I leaned in and started leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach and over her belly button until I reached her slit. I held on tight to her plump ass cheeks as I parted her lips with my tongue.
When I touched her tender nub, she threw her head back and moaned. The feel of her hot clit on my tongue, and her moans, made my dick jump, and I felt my groin tighten. I squeezed her ass, pulling her tighter onto my face as I licked her folds up and down with the tip of my tongue. I flattened my tongue and pressed it tight against her and slowly licked back up to her nub. Then I pushed my tongue back down in the same manner. I felt her leg tighten against my cheek as she grabbed my hair. I repeated my motion up and down a little faster until I felt her pulling my hair while her pleasure built. I reached my hand around and slid two fingers inside her and delighted as she moaned louder and louder.
“Oh, fuck! I feel… your dick is so… hot inside me,” she yelled out as her body built to its breaking point. Her screams were making my own orgasm build until I had to feel her on my cock. She was wet and ready, and all I could think about was how her hot pussy would feel squeezing around my dick as she exploded in pleasure.
I pulled my mouth away from her, and my fingers out of her and moved her leg off my shoulder and held it to my side, all in one fast, smooth motion. I wasted no time guiding the head of my cock between her slit and pushing against her, rubbing her along my shaft. I felt myself jump against her as the pressure built in my groin. When I reached her opening, I felt her hot wetness surround me as I slowly pushed my cock into her. She was so ready for me that the smooth, tight glide of that first entrance was almost enough to send me over the edge.
