For the next few weeks life was preety good, no scratch that life was idilyc, a paradise beyonde the wildest dreams of even the most hedonistic of bon vivants. You quite your job of course, need to slave for mony when you have a genie, fine wines, exotic cusine, the very latest in consumer goods all yours for the asking you even wish for a mansion but genie reminds you that her powers are limited to affecting the physical world and as such would be unable to deflect the attention suddenly creating a sutable palace would undoubtedly draw so you settle for having her counjor up enough cash to rent the top floor of five star hotel insted.
Having set yourself up in the lap of luxury you move on to settling a few old scores like having genie curse your ex girlfriend to gain so much weigh you hardly recognise her as she waddles down the street in ill fitting sweatpant hardly a trace remaining of the elegant beauty you fell so hard for. Or infecting your old boss's beloved vintage car with a magical rust that slowly destroys it. Or transforming Dan Mitchell (a high school meat head who beat the hell of you the night of your senior prom) into a slutty looking teenager with huge tits and dumping him in the middle of a bar full of drunken bikers. And so on down the list ever petty slight and greviance you can think of repaid in full with interest.
Until one day you are relaxing in front of the big game the genie kneeling besides you in her usual subservient position.
"Genie." You command "I wish for a cool beer"
After a moments silence and no cold brewski you look around puzzled only to find your genie standing over you her beautiful face wearing a grim expression. You open your mouth to speak but she cuts you off with a gesture.
"Hold your tongue foolish mortal" she says her musical voice suddenly commanding "you have broken our pact by wishing for more wishes and squandered my power on childish revenge. I have continued to serve you these last weeks in the hope that you might prove yourself worthy but I see now you will never be more than a greedy lustful petty fool."
You try to get away from the wrathful genie but purple smoke surrounds your hands and binding you as strongly as steel you try to beg for mercy but smoke fills your mouth gaging you. The genie stands before you all trace of the meek servant gone her dark eyes glowing with power.
"Now you will pay the price" she says "By the Seal of Solomon and in the name of Idlennhassar the great I bind you to my service and make you my slave for all time!"
You gasp as the skin over your heart burns and a complex tatoo appears branding you as her property.
"Now then your present form will have to change, far to dull, but what to make of you? I know you shall be..."