I say, is it too much to ask for both?

Once Blake has taken off, I start unpacking one of the boxes. Even the boxes, it appears, were magical. The one full to the brim with books seemed to weigh only a few pounds, and as I unpack it I start to realize that it contained a lot more than it should have been able to. "Heh," I muse, and put on a fake British accent, "It's bigger on the inside!"

"Nerd!" Sandy intones, dryly. "You have fun with your books. I should hit the road, we can have some fun with this stuff tomorrow..."

"No." I say simply, not looking up from my book "Stay here, don't try to leave without my permission."

Sandy nods pleasantly, as if I had asked her to pass the salt, "Oh, okay. Whatever you say."

"Take off your clothes. All of them, underwear too," I turn the page idly. I was reading Illusions and glamers for the novice.

Sandy undresses with the sort of methodical calm you might expect at the doctor's office. She folds up her clothes and puts them in a neat pile. I pull out my smartphone and set it to video. It never hurts to have a little **** material, just in case these rings have a time limit. "Sit down on the floor, legs spread apart as wide as you can," I say disinterestedly, "Start masturbating, but don't cum. From now on, never have an orgasm unless I tell you to."

"Okay Cal," she says agreeably, as she starts to rub her pussy and breasts. She clearly knows what she's doing, and already her pussy is getting wet

"Tell me about your sexual history," I say, calmly turning the page again.

"I lost by virginity at 19, to one of the boys in my class. Billy Thompson. We did it in his room while his parents were at the grocery store." She says, as calmly as though talking about the weather, "He wasn't very good. He thrust into me before I was properly wet and came after only a minute or so. It mostly just hurt. After that..." Sandy's sexual history was disappointingly short and pedestrian. Only a few partners, no real debauchery. No wild sex clubs, no S&M, no lesbian experiences, no ****. Easily the wildest thing she had ever done was to sit there and masturbate in front of me. I'd have to do something about that.

Her account was, however, surprisingly detailed. Apparently the ring was allowing her better recall than should have been possible. I wondered what else it could make her do if I ordered her to. I tried ordering her to fly around the room but she just hopped around like a jackass, growing increasingly frustrated at her lack of aerodynamics. That made sense. It didn't give her superpowers, but the memories were there all along. The human brain remembers everything, it's just a matter of finding it. I had her do some math problems in her head. She got them all correct and faster than I could type them into a calculator, but she couldn't do more advanced ones that she'd never learned how to do. I had her glance at a page and then read from a book and then read it off from memory, she did that perfectly too.

She kept on masturbating all the while. About 10 minutes in, she'd started asking if she could cum. I said no the first few times and then started ignoring the question, but I didn't tell her to stop asking. It was fun listening to her beg. By now she was properly ****, dribbling on my hardwood floor and nearly incoherent with pleasure except when I told her to tell me something. Interestingly, just asking a question normally allowed her to refuse to answer. I had to make it an order to get the ring's power to work. "Tell me X" rather than "What is X".

I'd also found a few interesting spells that seemed simple enough to give them a shot.