I decided that with this ring, I could do as I pleased. I wasn't going to act in a malicious way, if I could help it, but I formed an idea for what I'd like to do. In order to do that, other people's perceptions would have to change. So I wished that no one in the outside world would ever remember me or my mother. This would allow us to exist in these bodies. But then I had to make a very hard, but very necessary wish. I loved my mother dearly, but I couldn't keep looking at this man and thinking it was really her. So I wished that I while I would remember that this man had been my mother, it would never bother me or give me second thoughts.
I felt something quickly wash over me. I didn't know how to describe it because it happened so quickly. I looked back at him and thought. Yes, he had been my mother, but he certainly was not anymore. He was a completely new person and he needed an identity. It took me a second to realize that my wish had worked. Once I did, I tried to look at him and feel guilty or disgusted about him having been my mother, but no such feelings were produced.
"So, to finally answer your questions," I said. "My name is Crys...Talia." I wasn't about to call myself Joe. So I gave myself a name that I'd always liked. I started to say "Crystal," but halfway through I changed my mind and said "Talia."
But he heard what I'd said. "Crystalia?" he asked.
I was going to correct him and say that my name was just "Talia," but there was something intriguing about the sound of "Crystalia." "Yes," I said slowly. "Crystalia." Then I added, "But with an 'H.' Chrystalia."
"That's an odd name," he said.
"Says the person who can't remember his," I said sternly. I didn't like being questioned. I might have to do something about that.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I've just never heard it before."
"Get used to it," I said. "You'll probably hear a lot more you've never heard before. Like your own."
He sat up on the bed eagerly. "What is my name?" he asked.
Since I'd just created my own name, I figured I'd do the same for him. In fact, I decided that was going to be part of what I intended to do afterward. I said, "Your name is..." I wanted to give him a new name. But I wanted it to be something that sounded powerful and masculine, to match his physique. "Your name is...Bozantum."
"Boz...an...tum?" he asked slowly.
I nodded. "Yes, you are Bozantum, and you are my servant."
"Your servant?" he asked again.
"Yes," I said. "You see, my dear Bozantum," I intended to reinforce his name until he accepted it, "We are about to change the world. I have a power that will allow me to reshape the world as I see fit. It is a power that I intend to use to make the world a different, yet better place."
He looked confused. "So how does me being your servant...help that?" he asked.
"Very simply, my dear Bozantum," I answered. "I shall be the one to create and then guide this new world. As such, I need someone close to me that I can trust completely. Someone that I can rely upon for counsel, for protection if necessary, and for..." I glanced at his cock, "...well, for many other things."
His expression brightened. It seemed that he liked the idea. "But 'servant?'"
"I'm afraid that is a necessary evil," I said. "There must be no mistake as to who will be the leader of this new world. You shall 'serve' me in only the loosest definition of the word. But...there are some things you must understand and accept."
"What are those things?" he asked.
"First, most importantly, when we are amongst others, you must address me as 'my goddess,'" I said. I decided that I had the body of a goddess, and I was going to take control of the world, so I could be allowed such a title demanding respect.
"Yes, my goddess," he replied.
I laughed. "Oh, my dear, sweet Bozantum," I said as I approached him and stroked his face. "There is no need for that when we are alone together. Only in the front of others."
"I think I should practice, my goddess," he said. "If that's alright with you, my goddess."
I grinned. I had him under my control. "If you insist, my dear Bozantum. The next thing you must accept, and I know this will be difficult, but you must know that I will have others...sexually." His expression quickly turned sour. "Oh, please understand, my dear Bozantum, that this is necessary. There may be times when it is necessary for the good of the people. It may be necessary to keep those who might oppose us under our power. But they shall never have my heart. That is yours alone. And I'm almost certain that no other could ever be as powerful or pleasurable as you are, my dear Bozantum."
His face shifted to a neutral expression. "I can't say I like the sound of that, my goddess...but I do trust you and your wisdom."
"Very good," I said. "I can thrive only with your loyalty, my dear Bozantum."
"This new world sounds exciting," he said. "How do we begin creating it?"
"We must form an inner council," I answered. "A small group of people whom we can trust and support us unconditionally. I believe I know where to start. But before we do that...I want you to pleasure me again."
"It will be my pleasure, my goddess," he said. We embraced and fell back onto the bed to begin another torrid session of sexual ecstasy.