Just some girl. I had never seen her before in my life. She was certainly attractive. Her breasts were enormous, actually, probably DD size. She had curly, black hair that ran down to the middle of her back. She had a nice, rounded ass, a tiny waistline, and long, curvy legs. I could have stared at her all day.
Except for the fact that she was shrieking on a crowded street. “I wish no one else would realize she’s naked,” I said aloud. I thought this would stop her from acting hysterical, but it did not seem to do that as she was still frantically covering herself. In her state of panic she didn’t notice that not one person was staring at her for being nude. No one was really even looking at her. I didn’t want to hear her scream anymore so I said, “I wish that girl would stop screaming.”
She stopped screaming right as she opened her mouth to unleash another scream. She gathered her wits and walked in the direction she was originally headed. Oh no, I thought, she’s not getting away that easily. “I wish that girl would walk over to me right now.” I saw her stop dead in her path, almost causing a man walking behind her to crash into her. Luckily the man changed his direction in time to avoid doing so. The girl turned around, looked directly at me, and crossed the street towards me.
I got a nice look at her beautiful full frontal frame. Her breasts bounced as she walked, I guessed because of their size. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of black pubic hair. Judging by the look of her arms and abdomen, it was easy to tell that she worked out a little. Her body was perfectly fit. She walked right up to where I was standing and stopped in front of me. She was my height, 5’10”. “Do you want me for something?” she asked.
I was perplexed by her question. It was as if she knew I had wished her to come over to me. Not knowing what to say, I asked, “How old are you?”
“I’m 19,” she said. “How old are you?”
“The same,” I replied. A sense of impatience crossed her face, understandably so. After all she had no idea why she was over here. It was as if I was taking time from her busy day. Who the hell was I kidding, I was.
At this point all I knew is that this ring could do some weird stuff. The devil in my brain took charge and gave me a thought that seemed too immoral to try. But I was curious about this ring’s power, so I listened to the thought and acted upon it. “Since you were so nice to come over here, I wish you would gladly become my very own harem girl.”
She blinked at me, first in disbelief, and then because it appeared she had a sudden headache. She clutched her head as I looked on at her in anticipation. The girl shook her head violently and rolled her eyes once or twice. She regained her normal expression and asked, “How may I serve you, master?” The tone of her voice had become sultry and extremely sexy. Before she had just used a simple conversational tone.
“You don’t have to call me ‘master’,” I instructed.
“Then please tell me your name so that I may better serve you,” she asked.
“Joe,” I told her, “You can call me Joe.”
“Very well, Joe,” she said. “You may call me anything you wish me to do for you.”
This was too good to be true. I pinched my arm just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. For whatever reason I didn’t feel anything though. “Could you do me a small favor?” I asked. She nodded. “Slap me in the face, hard.” She seemed taken aback by my request but shrugged her shoulders and obliged me. It stung as bad as any slap my mother had ever given me as a child. “Thank you very much,” I said. “Come with me to my house,” I said, extending my hand. She took it and we walked down the street together.