Second half of commission for  Djinnformatics

come forth... A sudden rush ran over him as he could feel the huge pressure all over his body release. In a dizzying swirl, he could feel his form contorting and floating as it seemed to reshape in mere moments, cool metal clasping at his neck, arms, wrist and crotch, smooth latex material hanging from his shoulders and groin, but otherwise cold, as if nothing was protecting him from the chill of the room. He looked around with hazy vision, able to make out the bright and glistening room from before; now brightly lit and shining, the trembling bottles all shaking lightly. He moved towards them until he felt a tug at the tips of his feet prevent him from moving any further. Concerned, he tried to feel out what was holding him back, now realizing his wrists were chained together. Flustered; he felt about, each surface smooth as rubber. Holding out his hands showed him not the appendages he was used to, but a pair of mitts. Even more concerning was the fact that they felt, not worn... but as if they were him. In his flustered panic, he finally felt the strong presence behind him. Turning, he found himself staring at a powerful creature, a trail of gel instead of legs, and bright, shining hair.
"Oh my, I can't believe how easy it was to trick you!" She snickered as she popped open another bottle, mental anguish seeping from it as she poured some into a conjured glass. "You mortals are soo simple, and far too greedy. I wonder what you were going to try and wish for. Power? Money? Or..." She snapped her finger, drawing the 'man's' body to her, "...maybe you just wanted me. A cute genie slave. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Sheepishly, the man tried to answer, but found himself unable to. "I'll take your silence as a yes. And since you're so keen on genie slaves, I've already taken it upon you to fit the role." She smirked as she tugged his tail on the bottle. "You may not have a face, but I know you can't wait for me to command you." The rubbertoy slid back, shuddering in nervousness from the pure cruel aura her devilish look gave. "You live to serve me now, and for now that means you dance!" She snapped her fingers. In an instant, the toy's shuddering disposition went stiff. He clasped his hands palm to palm as his hips began to sway. No matter how hard he tried to resist, they continued, each sway washing him over with a perverse joy. "Its a shame you mortals are so banal. It leaves so much work for me to do to spice things up." The djinn sat smugly, sipping from her glass. "At least mortals make great spirits though..."
"...and great playthings." She snapped once more, his swaying and burning sorrow and pleasure intensifying, unable to resist. He wished so hard that he had not found that guide before, nor that he thought that wish. But deep inside... he knew he could have it no other way.