Ringmaster

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 Ringmaster." She cleared her throat before pulling out a small stack of index cards from between her tits. "Greetings new Ringmaster, 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?"

*Author's Note: Feel free to add your own chapters. I will review them to make sure they aren't TOO misspelled or anything like that (grammar is sexy~), and have fun with this!*

*Author's Note Again!: Regina didn't mention this, but the Ringmaster needs to train with the ring. Too big of a change without proper training can lead to nasty side effects, so for starters, stick to small changes and work your way up to shaping reality*