Nicola Fucks Up

"I'm just going to go upstairs and take a shower" Sapphire told her new friend "Then we're going to work out a plan to ensure you only have mind blowing sexual experiences with people you are attracted to from now on. You can go ahead and make yourself at home while I get ready."

"I will, thanks!" Nicola replied cheerily. Things were finally looking up for her. After being **** into becoming a sexual plaything for a series of men she found physically repellent it looked like she may have found a way to not only enjoy the rings power over her but also get rich doing it. And if the magical trinket kept her young and good looking for life that was a huge bonus. Maybe, now she fully understood the ring, it really could become a blessing like Sapphire said, despite how much Nicola had suffered under her first three "owners".

It was at that point the doorbell rang. Nicola called up the stairs for Sapphire but she couldn't be heard from the shower. The doorbell rang again. Nicola went to the window and drew the curtain a little to see who was there. It was the postman holding a couple of boxes that were presumably for Sapphire. He was starting to walk away with them so, wanting to do her friend a favour, Nicola went to the door. She was only wearing an oversized T-shirt and panties but plenty of men had seen her wearing even less than that recently so it hardly bothered her. She half opened the door and made sure to keep her ring hand behind it and out of sight.

"I've got a couple of parcels for Sapphire, is she not here?" the postman, an older guy who looked like he couldn't be far off retirement, asked.

"She's in the shower but I'm her friend. I can take them." Nicola answered. The postman tried to hand them to Nicola but she nodded for him to put them down on the doorstep instead. She was just about to shut the door when he stopped her.

"I'm sorry, I need a signature or I'll have to take these back." the postman told her apologetically.

Nicola made a point of audibly sighing at the inconvenience, reached for the electronic pen attached to his tablet and scribbled down her name.

"Oh, that's a very unusual ring you've got there. I expect my wife would like one like that" the postman smiled, making polite conversation. Nicola suddenly froze up - she was acting on muscle memory and had momentarily forgotten her writing hand was the one with the ring on it. She looked blankly at the postman, as if hypnotised, and spoke a phrase now all too familiar too her."

"You are my master and I am your sexual servant"

"I'm sorry, madam?" the postman did a double take. Surely this beautiful young woman couldn't be propositioning him.

"I'll do whatever you want to satisfy you sexually" Nicola continued. She felt like kicking herself for letting this happen again "I can do anything to make your deepest sexual desire come true."

"What? But I'm a married man? What if my wife were to find out? I've never cheated on her in forty years!" the visibly stunned postman reasoned.

"She won't find out. It will be a one off thing, then I'm gone." Nicola hated that she had to convince this old guy to fuck her, not that it would take much "I know you can't say no to this" she gestured down to her half dressed body impatiently.

"You're right, I can't" the postman was adjusting his collar as he suddenly felt very hot and bothered "You'll seriously do anything I want?"

"Anything at all" Nicola confirmed.

The postman scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to Nicola "Give it a couple of hours and meet me at this address. And come dressed as you are now."

As Nicola shut the door, closed her eyes in despair and silently cursed herself she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Oh, great, my supplies arrived!" Sapphire noted the parcels happily. She was in her dressing gown and had a towel wrapped round her hair. "I've had a think and I've already got a few ideas on how to go about finding your next sexual experience."

"Yeah, you should probably hold that though for now" Nicola responded flatly "I just fucked up."