The ring is pointless if you don't use it

"I'm listening." In the two days since I had gotten this ring, I hadn't used it for anything. Even worse, in the two days since it started giving me more and more sexual desires, I had barely had a chance to release some of that tension it was causing in me. If Pixie thinks that I can somehow use it to not kill us while she does me a big favor downstairs, I would welcome all suggestions she had to give me.

"Commands are extremely simple, far more than changing's someone's body or mind." She kissed my hand. "You could just instruct yourself to drive perfectly, and you will do that even if I'm breaking down you walls while you're at it." She abandoned her seat to kneel in front of my legs, stretching them apart.

"Something like 'I wish to drive down to work without a hitch'?" I asked, trying to see if I understood.

"Well, yes, but you need to do it while meaning it, otherwise it won't work. You don't even need to say it out loud, but you need to want it to happen when you ask the ring for it. It won't act without you wanting it to act." She explained as she pulled my pants down to my knees, tracing her fingers over my panties as soon as they became exposed. "You'll know if it works, it's going to warm itself up to inform you."

Taking in her advice, trembling over how good it felt to be touched by her and hurried by how little time we had left until the light turned green, I made my wish. "I'll drive to work without a problem." The ring heated up, and I felt myself lose control over my arms and legs as they went on autopilot, driving me off without me being able to pull my hands away from the wheel if I had wanted to. "Holy shit, it works."

"I'm not a liar." Pixie smiles at me as she slowly rolls down my panties until they're at my thighs. Done with that, she proceeded to land some kisses over my crotch, before teasing me with her tongue, stretching it down for long enough to make me squirm, then pulling back before going in again before I could stop shaking with pleasure.

"Are you sure this will work?" I was being filled with doubt. How could my extremities do the job I delegated to them when my mind and the rest of my body was so utterly occupied with something else. She just winked and nodded to me, as if I was being childish or something.

"I'm positive." She told me before she opened me up just a bit further, ready to feast.