It was just an ordinary ring. It didn't even look like it was that valuable. It was just an ordinary silver ring that I had picked up along the side of the sidewalk. I only really picked it up because it was shiny and it looked like I might have been able to pawn it for a quick buck if I needed it. If it wasn't for the glint into my eyes, I would have never even found it. However, there was something about it that just seemed to call to me.
I looked it over again, holding it up to the light of my apartment. There weren't even any engravings or markings anywhere on it. In fact, it just looked like someone welded a piece of metal together into the shape of a ring. Still though, it looked about my size.
I sat up and chuckled to myself at how ridiculous that would be if it was made specifically for me. Still, I found myself slowly putting the ring on. Despite looking too small, it seemed to fit easily onto my finger. It didn't look too bad on me, though I usually never wore rings. They just seemed to get in the way. As I went to take the ring off, something strange happened.
The ring wouldn't budge, and it felt warm. I tried pulling harder, but the ring only seemed to get tighter on my finger and warmer until it became hot to touch. "Oww, fuck!" Quickly, I ran over to the kitchen sink and ran water over my hand, managing to dull the pain. After a few minutes, the warmth subsided, but the ring was stuck on my finger. I cursed to myself and stared down at it. "Guess I have to go get some ring remover."
"Yo, nice place you got here."
I froze in place as an unfamiliar voice began to talk to me. Slowly, I turned around and looked, seeing a barely dressed white-haired woman standing in my living room, which chains wrapped tightly around her body. She looked around my apartment before turning her head to me. "Ah, so you're the new Ringleader." She cleared her throat before pulling out a small stack of index cards from between her tits. "Greetings new Ringleader, that's you." She spoke with the enthusiasm of a college student giving a presentation in a 7 AM Monday morning class. I wasn't quite sure what was more stunning. Having this woman here in my apartment, or that she was reading from cue cards. "My name is Regina. You can call me Regina, or Ring Slut, or Ring Bitch, or whatever suits your fancy." She flipped to the next card. "You are now the owner of the Reality Ring. Use this to shape the realities of whatever or whoever women suit your fancy." She flipped to the next card.
"This Ring allows you to change the bodies or the minds of any woman you want with just a simple thought. You can even make them unaware of any changes. Give them commands they must follow or program them to do your bidding. The sky is the limit. Make them sex slaves, dominate your enemies, shape their reality as you see fit. Be sure to flourish. Everything is up to you, so go wild Ringmaster, point to the wearer of the ring." She flipped over to her last card. "Also, a side effect of this ring is that the Ringmaster, that's you, will develop a strong carnal lust for women, even if you previously had no attraction towards them. This is non-negotiable and has already begun to take place within you." She tossed her last card and looked at me. "So, time to learn about my new Ringmaster. that's you. Tell me about yourself. Who are you?"
"Uh, my name is Maria," I said, staring at Regina, then staring down at the ring I had put on. Sure, the warmth was out of the ordinary, but the ability to control women? That was just absurd. It went against everything that my scientific brain stood for. And yet, there was this woman who just suddenly appeared in my apartment. She just kinda looked at me with a bored expression.
"So, you're Maria?" she asked, scratching the back of her head and rattling her chains. "Cool, so, yeah, you're the new Ringmaster. Guess we'll have fun or something."
I just kept staring at the ring, trying to process everything. Frantically, I tried to pull the ring off. This had to be a dream or something. There wasn't any way that this was real. "Come on! I'm sure if I get this off, then all of this will go away, and I'll wake up and this was some weird fever dream." I pulled and tugged, but the ring wouldn't budge.
"Yeah, I wouldn't do that," Regina said. "The ring's magic doesn't quite like being removed forcefully. Unless you want these walls a new shade of red."
Quickly, I let go and stared down at the ring. It felt gently warm as I could feel energy hum through it. "So, this is real? This is all real? All of it?" Regina nodded her head as she took a seat on my couch, her tits softly bouncing.
Wait, why was I focused on her tits? It's not like girls or anything. I mean, she is cute, but what is wrong with me. I took a seat down next to Regina and tried to calm down. This can't be happening to me. No, this is all absurd. There's no way that this is happening to me. "WAIT! I know!" I quickly stood up, but then sat right back down. "Ugh, I thought Vanessa, my roommate, would be back soon and help me sort this entire mess out, but she won't be back until later. I wish I could hear her talk me through this."
As if on cue, I felt the ring warm up and my phone rang. I refused to believe it, but as I looked over, I saw Vanessa's name appear on my phone. Nervously, I picked it up.
"Hey Maria!"
"Hey gorgeous, what's up?" I asked before quickly covering my mouth. What the hell was that? Why did I just call her gorgeous? I've never called anybody that that directly, much less my own roommate.
"Oh, not much," Vanessa responded, seemingly to not have reacted to the compliment. "I'm just soon home and was wondering if you wanted me to pick up any snacks or anything." She had a warm bubbly tone to her voice, like she always did.
I took a sigh of relief. It hadn't been the ring that made Vanessa call me. It was just a pure coincidence that it happened at the same time that I had thought about it, right? "Oh, uh, yeah, just pick up some chips and stuff. I'll pay you back later."
"Sounds good! See you in a bit." With a soft click, Vanessa hung up.
I flopped down onto her couch and sighed. I stared at the ring and the warm glow that seemed to emanate from it. I groaned and covered up my face with a pillow. "Why did I call her gorgeous? I mean, yeah, sure, she is really beautiful, but I mean, come on. What is up with me?"
Secretly, I always was jealous of her. While I studied hard and spent countless sleepless nights to try and get myself a solid degree in filmmaking, Vanessa only had to rely on her good looks and cheer attitude. Such is the way when you go to school for cheerleading and have a job as a fashion model. Honestly, the two of us found each other because she needed someone to help film a cheer video for her and I was the best in the student body who applied. Ever since then, we've been pretty good friends and roommates the semester following. We get along well, but I've never once thought about her like this.
I spent a few more minutes hiding in my pillow, only to hear the rattling of chains. "Not sure what you're so stressed about, Ringmaster. That short conversation seemed to go well," Regina said, walking over to a shelf and looking at a photo of me and Vanessa.
"You don't get it. Sure, I've complimented her about her looks and stuff, but never once have I ever really thought about her like that!"
