"I'm feeling giddy, and really nervous." Amira answers.
You take a few steps back.
"Kneel down, then undo my pants and pull them down to my ankles." You instruct.
Now on her knees, Amira reaches over at your waist, getting a grip on your button and trying to push it out. She struggles for a bit, pushing into your belly a little painfully for a second, before getting it to pop out. She proceeds to pinch your zipper and drag it down; creating a soft vibration that you feel in your groin. She reaches over to behind you and scoots your pants down along your bottom. They finally come loose and she gently pushes them down between your legs.
"Good girl. Now do the same for my underwear."
Other than the difficulty in getting it over your massive erection, Amira has little to do but tug at the pant leg of your boxers to get them down to your ankles. You sit down on the toilet seat behind you.
"Now..." You try to catch your breath. "Put your hands on my cock."
Amila reaches out and wraps her fingers around you like a little candle. A surge of blood rushed to your groin area, yet with no ability to make your penis any harder than it was already. The hormones erupted around your legs, prostate, stomach, and other areas you don't know the name of.
"Now... start rubbing." You instruct.
Amila begins slow.
"Faster." You tell her.
You take note that both hands is a difficult and unusual position.
"Dominant hand on my cock, other hand on my thigh." You instruct, and your pleasure goes up at least another 30% instantly.
"What're you thinking?" You ask her, your face beet red, your eyes slammed closed and your whole body contorting.
"That I hope you're gonna fuck me." Amila answers.
You yell, grit your teeth and orgasm the nanosecond she says that. You were expecting her to say 'I shouldn't be doing this', or 'I'm afraid we're going to get caught'. It's been established that the sapphire does not alter anyone's thoughts or personalities beyond the exact specifications stated in the command. This answer would indicate--with the sexual ice broken and inhibitions suppressed as they have been--that Amila is experiencing genuine sexual excitement. That this boy she's never talked to and probably doesn't like or find particularly attractive, is nonetheless the subject of her raw and primal sexual desires in a heated, impulsive rush. The idea of that was so hot it that pushed you over the edge.
Your cum spurts right on her face. A lot on her shirt, a little in her hair. After a good minute of panting, you rip her a few dozen strips of toilet paper.
"Here, clean yourself up."
You stand up and have her meticulously put your boxers and pants back on.
"How are you feeling now?" You ask, helping her stand back up.
She lets out an involuntary moan, her legs really sore from the constant kneeling position.
"I'm really upset we're not gonna have sex. I'm mad. My pussy is on fire."
"Fuck man..." Your belly releases another hit of arousal, and your crotch is just unable to receive it. "...are you wet?"
"Soaked." Amira answers.
"God... Jesus... fuck." You mutter under your breath. This was so much hotter than you could have possibly expected.
"Okay, trade numbers with me." You instruct.
You put her in as 'Amira'.
"Do you have anyone who looks through your phone?" You ask.
"I do not." She answers.
"Then you can add me as 'Daniel'." You say, putting your phone in your pocket. "Alright, so..." You put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't talk about me to anyone. When we're not together or not texting, pretend I don't exist. Don't tell anyone we did this."
Amira nods. You can tell she wants to say something.
~You can freely express emotion other than a smile now. And when you have something to say to me, you can raise your hand or hum your request to get my attention.~
"Mmm!" She raises her hand, jumping a little.
"Yes?" You ask.
"Are we going to have sex later? At some point?" She asks.
"Maybe. I'll see how things go. I don't think we'd be a good boyfriend and girlfriends. I specifically picked you out because you looked like the opposite of my type. I want to keep this relationship as shallow as possible." You answer.
She jumps with another raised hand.
"What is it?" You ask.
"I agree! I like how you treat me like a piece of meat. I like how dominant you are! Please, let's not get to know each other at all and make this a sex-only thing!" She says, nodding emphatically.
Uh oh. She's getting a little too favorable here. You can't both be on the same page too much; it'd kill the excitement. You're gonna have to keep it difficult and uncomfortable for her.
"Alright," you say, putting a hand on her waist, "no masturbation. You're not allowed to touch yourself without my permission, and you cannot ask for my permission. No sex either. No stimulation at all."
She raises her hand.
"If you're gonna say 'but, but' or object in any way, put your hand back down." You say.
She lowers her hand and her face goes sour.
"Alright, we gotta get back to class. Sorry for making you skip lunch!" You head out of the stall together. You get her to wash out the stains on her shirt real quick. And then tell her,
"Peek outside the hall for me to see if the coast is clear."
She pokes her head in, then looks back at you and gives you a thumbs up.
You head out the girls bathroom together, and just before you split up, something occurs to you. You make the following command:
~My instructions will be obeyed just as much if they are administered over the phone or through text as they would in person.~ Just in case. I mean, you can already imagine the disaster scenario of someone else grabbing a hold of your phone and impersonating you to her, but you're in a position to be able to re-write people's memories and basically clear up any high-larious sitcom antics you could get yourself into. So you don't worry about it.