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The mall was crowed but that was good, lots of choices. I watched the ladies walk by and picked a medium height attractive brunette. She was someone that not only thought but knew she was better than everyone else. She carried her Neiman Marcus bag proudly, her badge of upper class status. Yes, she would be a good one. I could see her narcissism stamped on her forehead. She was a real society bitch.
You see it was not long ago that I was a complete nobody. That was until I found the ring of power. Simply put, this little ring gives me control over just about everything. Where I once had no control over anything, I was just a whimpering whimp now I have totally control over just about anything or anyone I choose. I am still testing the waters over how much control I can yield.
“Come here lady,” I command as she walked by making it a point to act as if I were not there.
She looked startled that I would say something to her and a bit disgusted that I had the audacity to even look at her, much less tell her what to do.
“Yeah, I said come here,” I say again. This got her full attention.
“What?” she responded? She was getting ready to really tell me what I could do when she noticed she already was walking toward where I am sitting.
“Just come here and be quiet,” I said looking directly into her eyes.
She walked up to where I was sitting and I looked at the anger in her eyes. She just stood there looking down at me.
“Pull up your skirt and let me see your legs,” I say with a smile.
“Go to hell you little bastard!” she exclaimed but pulled up her skirt almost to her waste as she said this.
“Nice legs.”
“What?” she says. She now noticed she was holding her dress up to the point I can see her panties. “My God what am I doing?”
“You are following my instructions and doing a good job,” I answered.
“No, there is no way this is happening. This is impossible.”
“Oh yes, way, it is happening. Unbutton your blouse,” I commanded.
“No, I am leaving,” she says. She stared amazed at herself following my instructions. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse revealing her black lacy bra.
As she understands her situation she screamed to the crowd, “Please someone help me.” No one responds because they are blind and deaf to what is transpiring.
“They can’t hear you,” I say. “Now let’s see that bra you are wearing. Take off your blouse.”
She complies and now has transformed from a halty narcissistic female to a frightened young female at my mercy. She now stands before me in a fashionable black bra that adds shape to her 34 C breasts. Her creamy skin protrudes from under the silky lace.
“That looks great. Now take your skirt off so I can get a better look.”
“Please stop this. I don’t know what is happening but please stop. I can’t do this,” she whimpers as she removes the dress and stands before me in nothing but bra, panties, stockings and shoes.
“Very nice. Turn around.”
She turns to show her black lace panties covering the creamy white skin of her ass.
“Bend over, spread your legs, and touch your toes.”
She bends over in a very un-lady like fashion and I get a good look at her ass covered by the sheer silk of her panties.
