Sally experiments on herself.

But what was this thing? She knew it was important, and immensely powerful! And she knew that she was supposed to have it. Somehow, she just knew these things. But what was she supposed to do with it? For the time being, Sally decided it would be best to keep this her little secret until she knew exactly what it was that she had. She stowed it in her bag, checked to see if anyone had seen her, then hurried home.

Once the front door of her apartment was locked behind her she pulled out the rod. It was just an unassuming metallic rod, possibly aluminum. But it was so much more than that! It must have been telling her that itself!

“What are you? What in the world are you?” she whispered to it. “Can you make me smarter? Heh, can you pay my rent for me? No, none of those things. Then what?”

That was when the ideas came to her. It could grant her power over other people: physical power. It could restrain them or bind them, and in nearly any way she could conceptualize, whether it was physically possible or not. Its ultimate purpose was to bring people together, willingly or not.

She smiled. That was kind of hot! It did bondage stuff. Sally was low-key into that stuff. She had to try it out! She pondered what she could possibly do inside her boring apartment. No, she was overthinking it. It wasn’t limited by what was physically possible; she already knew that. All she had to do was state her wish, and the stick would find a way to make it happen… per her wildest fantasies!

“Okay, let’s just give it a try, and see how crazy I really am.” She held her left arm near the wall and pointed the stick at her wrist. “Chained to the wall!” she commanded.

She gasped in shock! Faster than she could blink, a heavy, silver chain appeared out of thin air. Her wrist was encased in a sturdy manacle that seemed to fit her perfectly. She gave it a tug, and with a clink, found herself perfectly restrained. The chain was connected to a sturdy anchor mounted on the wall. She tugged a few more times, harder. Somehow, the anchor seemed completely immovable, even though it was only installed in the flimsy drywall.

She clanked the rod against the chain, and the material felt real and solid. She fiddled with the manacle around her wrist and noted it did not have any lock or hinge. It was just a solid ring of metal perfectly fit to her wrist.

“Oh no. What did I do?” Her heart began to race, but something reminded her she was fine. As long as she held the stick, she was the one in complete control. She pointed the metal rod at her binding. “Release!”

And it did. The metal chain disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Even the wall where it had been bolted a moment ago showed no sign of damage.

“Whoa!” she gasped, flexing her left wrist. Then she smiled, holding the stick up to her face. She felt so powerful she was starting to get horny. Chains were so mundane. What could she do that she couldn’t do with standard bondage equipment?

She held her open palm to the wall this time and pointed the stick at it. “Glued!” Immediately, a viscous, green substance appeared between her hand and the wall. Oddly, this was just as she had imagined it: cartoony, not like actual glues she was more familiar with.

She tried to pull her hand back. She felt resistance, but not completely. There was some give. The green substance stretched, only becoming difficult to pull back after about six inches. She struggled, pulling back harder and harder. It stretched, but it wouldn’t break. She put her foot against the wall and kicked off hard. She gritted her teeth and yanked against the magical glue. Two feet… three feet… she was pulling with all her strength now, but the green goo would not let go of her hand. When she finally let up, her hand was pulled right back to the wall with a snap. All her struggles had accomplished nothing.

“Oh my god! I’m stuck!” She could feel a wet spot forming in her underwear. She was completely powerless against this substance! Well, at least her physical strength was. She still held the stick. What would it be like to use this on another person… to completely dominate them with its power? Or to be dominated by it? Her right hand, still holding the rod, started rubbing her vulva through her shorts while she tugged with her other hand, savoring the feeling of its unyielding sticking power on her flesh.

But her hand wasn’t really what she wanted. This was tame!

“Unstuck!” she commanded, and the green goo disappeared, freeing her left hand.

“Oh my god, the things I could do!” But Sally was, of course, very much single right now. Even a girl as good looking as her sometimes had trouble finding someone to be intimate with, and she was horny now!

She would keep experimenting on herself for now. But she would take it up a notch. She wanted to do something a little more daring, a little naughtier. It’s not like anyone was looking. Well, maybe the stick was, but if it even could watch her, she had a feeling it was the last thing in the universe that would judge her for being kinky.

Any bondage-related fantasy in the world, physically feasible or not, and she could make it happen! All she had to do was wish for it.