Send the maid away

"Leave us now, Clarence," you say curtly. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting from you to Roy as her lips wrap around the base of his cock, but with a mental push you convince her it's time to leave. Giving the guard's shaft a final stroke, she goes on her way, picking her crumpled uniform (a silken white thong and matching apron) off the floor.

Roy looks over at you expectantly, gently stroking himself. "Well, what are you waiting for? You've deprived me of one mouth... Won't you let me try yours?"

As he speaks those words your mind reels, twisting and turning like it never has before. A man just gave you an order, so you must obey. Only... You don't. You lie there motionless, feeling the pull of his order, but no longer automatically reacting to it. This must be the ring's doing... You stare at Roy's member and your lips part; he wants you to suck him, so you should...

On the other hand, you now have what no other woman has: a choice. You can obey, yes, but you can also ignore him, or even **** him to bend to YOUR will.