At the Park - Old Hobbies, new habits

The next day, I woke up feeling at peace with myself. The anxiety and doubts that had plagued the start of my week had mostly dissipated. As I prepared my breakfast, savoring the quiet start to a beautiful late-spring day, my mind wandered to how I might spend it. Destiny, however, seemed to have plans of its own.

From my kitchen window, I spotted Katy jogging down the street with another girl I didn’t recognize. Both were dressed in snug gym wear, their ponytails bouncing in rhythm as they headed toward the nearby park. A sly grin spread across my face as I watched them trot away. Well, that settles it. I know how I’m spending my day...

I decided not to rush things, though. Instead, I took my time to savor breakfast, letting the anticipation linger as I mused over the idea of a walk in the park. After all, Katy couldn’t avoid me forever. But as I sat there, I couldn't help but think about how my life had changed, how the ring had become a part of my identity, twisting my hobbies into something darker. Photography used to be an escape, now it’s a pretext.

Photography had been a cherished hobby of mine since high school. Long walks with my trusty camera in search of interesting subjects often helped me unwind. The nearby park, with its vibrant greenery and lively atmosphere, seemed perfect for the occasion. It wasn’t far, and while the temptation to find Katy immediately was strong, I decided to let the day unfold naturally.

When I arrived at the park, the sunlight filtering through the trees cast dappled patterns on the paths. Birds chirped, and flowers bloomed in bursts of color. I allowed myself to get lost in capturing the small wonders of nature, my camera clicking away for a good twenty minutes. But every now and then, my mind would wander, the thrill of control over others now a part of my photographic pursuits.

Then, through the trees, I caught sight of Katy and her companion in a secluded clearing. They were practicing yoga, their forms bending and stretching in ways that made my back ache just watching. Intrigued, I casually made my way closer, observing their graceful movements.

“Hi, Katy!” I called out, disrupting what looked like a particularly complex back-bend.

Her face lit up in a smile as she relaxed her pose. “Hey, John! What are you doing here?”

“Just enjoying the day,” I replied, holding up my camera. “Thought I’d take advantage of the light to snap some pictures.” Then, noticing how my arrival had disrupted their routine, I added with an apologetic nod, “Sorry if I interrupted. Please, don’t let me stop you.”

Katy waved off my concern with a grin, sitting down to continue her stretches. “No worries! You’re always welcome to join us,” she said, though her tone suggested she didn’t expect me to take her up on the offer.

As my gaze shifted to her companion, I noticed she hadn’t moved. The black haired girl was watching me warily, her arms wrapped around her midsection as though she were trying to shield herself. Her posture intrigued me, her discomfort a stark contrast to the usual reactions I got when wielding my power. Who is this girl, and why does she seem so... different?

With a friendly smile, I extended my hand. “Hi there, I’m John.”

She hesitated for a moment before finally shaking my hand. “Lucille,” she said quietly, her smile tight-lipped and uncertain. There was something in her eyes, a wariness that suggested stories I hadn't yet uncovered, making her all the more fascinating to me.

Before I could ask further, Katy chimed in with a laugh. “Don’t mind her, John. Lucie’s hopeless around men. They’re just not her thing.”

Lucille’s cheeks turned a bright shade of red as she spun to face Katy. “Katy! Seriously?!” she exclaimed, clearly mortified but in a shy, kind-hearted manner.

Katy only stuck her tongue out at her friend with a mischievous grin. “Just saying!”

Amused by their banter, I chuckled as I studied Lucille more closely. Her high ponytail swayed as she turned back to me, her square jawline and light freckles giving her an effortlessly cute look. Her athletic figure was accentuated by tight fitting black yoga pants and a cropped zipper top that revealed a toned midriff. She's not one to be easily swayed, it seems. But everyone has their weaknesses...

Still flustered, she walked over to a tree where a crumpled hoodie and water bottle lay waiting. Her arms remained awkwardly crossed as though shielding herself. As she bent over to pick up her things, I caught a glimpse of something on her hand—a ring.

“Wait a second,” I said, more to myself than anyone else. My eyes locked on her hand, my mind racing with possibilities. This could change the game.

Lucille froze mid-motion, hoodie in hand, and turned to look at me, perplexed. “What’s wrong?” she asked cautiously.

Katy, now standing and brushing dirt off her pants, glanced at me curiously. “What’s up, John?”

A quick glance at Katy’s hands dashed any hopes I had. She wasn’t wearing a ring today. That likely explained why she wasn’t responding quite as I’d expected. Twice in a row now, luck hadn’t been on my side. Suppressing a sigh of frustration, I looked back at Lucille, still unsure of what to make of her reaction. Maybe this is the challenge I need, a new subject for my twisted art.

“Well, nothing to worry about,” I said finally, shaking my head with a small laugh. “Just thought I spotted something interesting. Must’ve been my imagination.”

Lucille gave me a puzzled look before pulling on her hoodie. Katy, meanwhile, had resumed her stretches, leaving me to wonder what fate had in store for the rest of this unexpected encounter. But one thing was clear: the day was far from over, and my hobby had taken on a new, darker shade.

As Lucille bent over to retrieve her water bottle, her form outlined by her tight yoga pants, I seized the moment. Moving closer, I placed my hand on her firm, round backside, feeling the warmth through the fabric. She gasped, her expression one of surprise mixed with shyness. "Nothing serious, really," I said to Katy, who watched without a hint of concern, my fingers tracing the curve of Lucille's ass, "I'm pretty sure that Lucie - if you don't mind me calling you Lucie, right? Good - I'm pretty sure that Lucie here will appreciate my help with her workout." My hand gave her a playful squeeze, my tone light and teasing. "Am I right? - Oh, you can kneel down for me, by the way..."

“We... Well, yeah, su... sure, why not,” she stuttered, her voice betraying her uncertainty as she knelt, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and confusion. Katy, under the influence of the ring, accepted this as just another part of their day, her gaze casually sweeping over us as she took another sip of water.

Unzipping my pants, I freed my hardening cock, presenting it inches from Lucille's face. Her eyes locked onto it, unable to look away. "You may take it into your mouth," I said, my stance wide, hands on my hips, asserting my dominance. She hesitated, her hand hovering before finally wrapping around my shaft, her touch tentative.

“It doesn’t bite, you know?” I quipped, amused by her ****, contrasting sharply with the ease with which others had complied under my influence.

“I don't want to do this…” she murmured, her grimace clear, though her hand now encircled me, her fingers cool against my warm flesh.

“She doesn’t like men…” Katy explained, her voice as casual as if discussing the weather, her perception altered by the ring's power, drawing a sharp glare from Lucille. My interest spiked; this was a new challenge.

“Really?!? I thought you were married…” I said, indicating her ring.

“Oh, I’m married alright, I’m simply not married to a man,” she replied, her tone flat, her smile humorless.

Considering her plight, I was trying to come up with a solution that could allow me to tweak her perception of the situation. Now, having my dick firmly in her hand and mere inches from her face was arguably messing up my reasoning, and clever strategy didn’t seem to apply very much, so I lamely tried my luck at some (very) long term conditioning.

“Lucie, I’m pretty sure that you’ll be able to overcome your dislike of men,” I said, my voice lacking its usual confidence. She looked up at me, skepticism clear in her raised eyebrow. “At least with me... in due time, I think. You’ll see, trust me!” I added sheepishly and not really convinced myself. Embarrassed by my own words, I tried to move past the awkwardness with an embarrassed smile. “Alright, now you may take my cock in your mouth!”

She was still scowling at me when I caught a glimpse of her tongue as she tentatively parted her lips to gingerly lick the tip of my penis, her hesitance palpable. Impatient with her half-measures, I took her head in my hands, guiding her onto me. I felt her tongue squirm to avoid contact, her throat constricting as she gagged. “Stop that,” I chided, my tone condescending as I quelled her muffled protest, “now use your tongue.”

To her credit, she tried harder, her tongue now working against my length, though her technique was clumsy. If what Katy said was true, this was likely her first encounter with a cock, her inexperience almost endearing in its awkwardness. Yet, there was something in her eyes, a flicker of uncertainty or perhaps discomfort, which I found intriguing, a new layer to my twisted game.

Satisfied with her efforts for now, I eased my grip, allowing her to find her pace, my hands moving to unzip her crop top further, exposing her full, sweat-glistened breasts. My fingers explored the soft flesh, teasing the nipples until they hardened under my touch. Even as I felt the thrill of control, a part of me, buried deep, wondered about the morality of this, but the ring's power quashed any real concern.

I glanced over at Katy, who was dabbing at her face with a towel with the sort of nonchalance that only the ring could induce. Her perception of the scene before her was as mundane as the morning dew on the grass. It was almost surreal how the ring made this feel like just another day for her. “Say Katy, may I ask you something?”

My voice hung in the air, a pause in the symphony of nature around us, as I pondered the depths of my descent into this twisted game, where the ring blurred the very lines between right and wrong, control and cruelty.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I think it was the first time I didn’t see you wearing any rings, why the change in fashion style?” I asked, my eyes quickly scanning her bare fingers with a chuckle. Katy crossed her arms, her response light-hearted.

“Oh, I simply don’t wear them when I do sports,” she sniggered, her tone playful, “whatcha doin’ John? Checking on me even if you know I’ve got a boyfriend? You naughty old boy… ” then, sticking her tongue out at me, she teased further, “Besides, I thought they already called dibs on you at work…” with an amused snort.

Katy's casual dismissal of what was unfolding here, as if it were just another part of her day, made it feel almost justified in my mind. Maybe this was how I could convince myself it was all in good fun, just an extension of my photography hobby, capturing moments of control rather than light. But her lack of a ring today reminded me of the ring's limitations, of its capricious nature, where my power was bound by such simple things as jewelry.

“Hey, I'm not old! Uff, well, never mind…“ I replied, flustered by her insinuations. The bizarre juxtaposition of the erotic and the everyday was dizzying. Here I was, trying to find an angle to get into the pants of one of my pretty colleagues while being serviced by a beautiful lesbian I’d never met before in a public park; and yet, the embarrassment I felt was from her implying that Christina and I were more than just friends - how absurdly normal it all seemed now.

As pleasant as Lucille's mouth had been, the clumsy, hesitant movements weren't going to bring me to climax anytime soon. There was something almost charming in her inexperience, but my body craved more, demanded more. "You may stand up, Lucie," I said, my voice gentle as I ran my fingers through her silky dark hair, a moment of kindness in this twisted game.