The Tolkien Way; Forge A Ring.

Realizing the immense power you are holding. Being someone with a sense of literary irony. You say "The reality stone is set within an indestructible ring of power which cannot be removed by anyone except the wearer, which includes cutting the hand or fingers off." You watch the stone grow a golden casing which wraps itself into an ornate ring. You slip the ring on and marvel at the power that you now possess and the shenanigans and debauchery which you can get into or up to.
As I contemplated the vast power the stone had, It occurred to you that there was still one test you had yet to run on the reality stone's power, could you alter the stone itself?
"The reality stone is alive, a sentient telepathic being of immense intelligence and cunning who is zealously devoted to serving, obeying, and pleasing its master, the reality stone will always act in the interests of its owner and never act against its owner's will. It will be able to hear the thoughts its owner directs towards it and communicate directly into its owner's mind."

There was a long pause. Then suddenly <Thank you for giving me the gift of life. My powers are at your command.> You hear in your head. You pump your fist into the air in triumph. You wonder if the ring is male or female. <My gender, like my name, is for you to select.>