Hypnosis Ring (bi)
I brought in the morning paper and inside I found a dull worthless brass ring. I tossed it in my key dish and forgot about it until a month or so later I was cleaning and threw it out.
The next morning when I brought in my paper the ring was there again. No other ring could have been as uniquely ugly.
Perplexed, I examined the ring which should have been halfway to the city dump by then.
Inside was an inscription: Fac quod volo.
It was Greek to me. Well, Latin actually.
I put the ring on and didn't think much more about it until I was trying to pick up this girl at a bar. For a lack of anything else to talk about I was telling her the odd story when she asked about the inscription. So I read it.
Instantly her disinterest changed. "What do you want, Dale? Name it."
This was different, and I had nothing to lose, "What if I said I wanted a blowjob?"
She smiled mischievously and winked, "I'm Kate and I think that could be arranged. Anything else?"
So I pushed my luck, "Do you do butt stuff?"
"Not yet. Let's go to my house and find out."
On the drive over I asked her to get started and she sucked me dry while I drove. Sitting up she asked, "You wanna try the butt stuff right away when we get there or can I treat you to some pizza and beer first?" Then she added, as if she desperately felt the need to sweeten the pot or I might not agree, "I'll even suck on your dick while you eat until you're ready for my ass."
We got to her place and watching her hips sway as she walked in front of me I was astounded at the magnificent ass she possessed and was soon to experience. When I say astounded, what I mean, mostly, is astounded that with an ass like that she was still single.
Treating me like a king she settled me into an easy chair with the remote while she ordered pizza.
A few minutes later the door burst open and no less than five rug rats of various ages and colors flooded into the room. Shrieking with joy she exclaimed, "Baby's! Here's your new daddy."
I was out of there before the first backpack hit the floor.
I chalked it up to nothing more than bad luck.
A couple days later I was chatting up this girl in my building, well trying without much success. Up until now I'd never gotten anywhere with her. But on this day she asked if I had a girlfriend. "Uh, no. What makes you think that?"
"The ring. On your left hand."
"Oh, oops." I started to move it over to my right hand.
She scoffed, "I didn't think so."
Fuming at the insult and for no reason I read the inscription which was staring me in the face: calling for me to read it.
Suddenly she pivoted on her heels. Closing the distance she took my arm, "So? What is it you want apartment 2A?
I couldn't help but look down into her cleavage. In response she shook her long hair, unbuttoned one more button on her blouse, and said, "I think I know exactly what you need. Come home with me and I'll take care of you."
Meghan and I fell into her bed and fucked like wild animals. And wow was her pussy tight. Exhausted, after two orgasms I reclined, leaning back against the headboard, watching her beautiful naked body as she straightened the room. When she emerged from the bathroom she was holding a toothbrush still in the package. "You can have the nightstand on the right side. And the bigger closet. Here's your key. With the money you save getting rid of your apartment you'll easily be able to handle the full rent on this place..."
I was gone before the toothbrush that hit the wall next to me as I fled fell to the floor.
With a little more trial and error I determined that the ring would persuade anyone at all to bow to my will but without suppressing any of their other desires. Every attractive woman, after hearing the inscription, perceived correctly that I wanted sex but also did their best to manipulate me into getting what they wanted. And the number of pretty women who wanted money or security was endless.
The price was always too high to pay. After a month I gave up on the ring which now existed on my finger as a useless dull lump of brass. Maybe someday I would find a loophole.
Then I considered my boss. She was rich and divorced and didn't want kids. In fact, she had everything a woman could want.
One day we worked into the night on a project and I tested my theory, "Brenda? You have everything you need, don't you?"
"Of course. What are you getting at?"
"I mean. You don't need any money or security? There's nothing at all a man can give you that you can't just buy yourself?"
She took the moment to mentor a low level employee such as myself, "With planning and attention to contingencies anyone can have it all."
I've never known a woman who was more content and satisfied and had it all. So I recited the magic words while thinking strongly, "My sexy boss will desire me as a bedroom partner." Halfway into the thought I considered that 'partner' was a tad too permanent so I changed it to 'playmate.' I was being ever so careful this time.
Instantly her demeanor changed. She looked at my body when she didn't think I would notice. And she returned from her office with freshly brushed hair. And perfume.
She didn't throw herself at me or promise immediate and great sex. But in her way she did promise sex. She started wearing new clothes to work. And she lost the final five pounds she had been carrying. She even hinted that I was up for an early raise. I was pleased to see how this would play out so I did nothing any good employee wouldn't do.
Soon I was assigned to all the best projects and went on business trips with her.
It was on one of these trips that she made her move. She treated me to a dinner while pushing alcohol on me. She laughed too much. And loved my lame jokes.
Then she locked herself out of her room by accidentally breaking off her keycard in the lock. The hotel couldn't fix it that night so she begged to sleep on my couch. When the thunderstorm started I was awakened by her warm body snuggling up next to mine.
