Who it was I forced naked, I couldn't possibly care less. However, the ring gave me the opportunity to finally let out all of my perverted, sadistic desires, with little to no consequence. With the rush of power surging through my very being, I wished that the woman would never be able to be clothed again, but that no indecency laws applied to her. She'd live her life in eternal shame.
I pulled down my pants and slowly approached her while stroking my penis. I had made a wish that no one would ever think what I did was strange except for the naked woman. She was covering her body the best she could, but that didn't do much for her modesty. She got jeered at, ogled at, wolf whistled, grabbed. It was a while before she even noticed me, eyes wide open. She started crying and ran off. I couldn't be bothered to do anything about it so I just wished myself home, still stroking to the thought of having forced the woman into a life of being objectified.
That experience gave me a whole host of ideas. I found women attractive, but it was the thought of forcing them to deal with situations I find sexy constantly that truly turned me on. The idea of turning men into perfect, sexy, unwilling female toys also drove me wild. It was the ultimate show of power, to make them act out a life they would have never even pictured.
Since I obviously wanted to mess around with the ring, I created a whole test facility under my house, with a very white and bright look. The test subjects' holding cells would be literal rubber rooms, consisting of rubber top to bottom. They have white or black walls, depending on my mood.
Then, I thought of every single person who bullied in my life. I was in my mid 20's, but still wasn't over my school bullies. At work, I was also bullied for being the weird quiet guy. Some things never change, except when I change them. I chuckled at that thought and summoned the people I had grudges against.
Sam White: Dude was built like a tank ever since we parted ways in high school. He made my 3 last years of school a living hell. With time, and the fact that no one ever had the guts to get him to improve, his attitude had actually gotten worse. He went on a womanizer tirade, leaving a lot of traumatized women in his sex escapades.
John Yates: He was born into riches. His pompous ass always looked down on us "plebs". He only spent a single year class, while his parents took care of his ban for misbehavior from his castle of a private school. That went exactly how you expect: he made my life a living hell. One day, I was especially done with his crap and without thinking, punched him in the face. The moment of catharsis was short lived, since he sued my family for damages and won the case. My family had accrued a lifetime of debt as a result.
Jack Hardy: This one was still fresh in my mind. He and I were going to invest a bunch of money in a very promising project at work. However, because of how closely we worked together on it, we shared an account for business expenses. He took the money and ran. I still haven't forgiven myself for being so careless and trusting but most importantly, I have't forgiven Jack