Inspect the Manual

"Jeanie?" I asked, sounding so confident and sure. Trust me. She turned to look at me, smirking as hard as she could without spilling her mouthful of cheesy goodness. The confidence in my voice must have been very hilarious to her.

"Yes?" She responded like a high-voiced schoolgirl for some reason. "How can I help you?" Watching this snow haired beauty ask me that, batting her gorgeous eyelashes at me, it would be easy to ask to use her. I continued my questioning.

"So, like, you're a woman, right?" Straight to the point, like a man of action. Jeanie's look of naïve curiosity broke slightly at my blunt interrogation, obviously flustered by my dominance, and she tried to hide a snort of arousal.

"I am?" Jeanie returned to her timid, oblivious, ditz act. She thrust her chest out in shock at the jiggling toys on her slender frame, filling me with such a lust that I could hardly get my questions out fast enough.

"S-so, could I...use the ring on you?" I finish my proposal with pride at my smoothness. Jeanie's attention is now on a much more delicious prize, crawling over the distance between us and resting her hands on my chest.

"Oh, Ringmaster, you want to use your awesome powers on me?" She gasped in coy shock, tracing the topography of my torso with a perfect fingernail. "I'm the willing Ring Slut." She purred. "You only need to ask." Her voice became a breathy whisper as she nibbled on my ear, her aggressive hands dug into my pecs. "Dumbass." Suddenly the pleasurable pain became painful pain as her dainty hands gripped and twist my defenseless nipples. My screams of agony blended with her satisfied guffaws at my misery. "Thanks for remembering I exist, Ringmaster, but don't think for a second that I need any cock to be satisfied right now, let alone yours. If you want a piece, just go for it. That's kinda the point of this Ring. I just have the added bonus of not costing any ring sauce. You also get no ring training, but at least you get the taste of the ring's full potential." Jeanie started to return to her bored notecard speech voice as she rattled off rules she'd memorized her whole existence. I rubbed my tender chest as I looked her over once again, making sure not to let her sexy form distract me from her cocky smirk. She'd played me like a goddamn fiddle. "Anyway," she resumed, back to her casual self, "you obviously had some things in mind. What do you command, Petey?"