Test the device.

"No!" You peer down at your nearly domesticated sister, wagging your index finger inches from her cum-laced face. "Bad dog," you continue to scold. You tentatively reach with left hand to confirm the odd metallic device is still securely fastened to your right wrist.

Sarah backs away, eliciting high pitch whimpers in response. dropping further on her haunches, she tentatively crawls forward to press semen stained cheeks to your foot before softly licking the well-worn leather of your shoes. You gaze down on your groveling step-sister and grace her tamed, broken eyes with a victorious smile.

While a part of you does believe that Sarah has probably met penance from an 'eye for an eye' perspective for what she had put you through, the analyst in you, probably from your university Business curriculum, believes that she could potentially still prove quite useful in solving the enigma of the bracelet. You raise your right arm to bring the nondescript metallic band on your wrist to eye level for further examination. This mysterious band appeared to have near unlimited capabilities, and Sarah would be an invaluable resource to test the cosmic accessory.

"Let's think about this, what do we know about you so far," you muse. You continue to examine the bracelet while walking towards an unoccupied park bench a few feet from where you're standing. Sarah follows in your wake, yipping playfully around your ankles. You seat yourself on the well-weathered wooden plank park bench and Sarah again settles at your feet, contentedly licking her hands as if cleaning her paws. The park inhabitants continue their actions around you, oblivious to the naked woman tongue lathering herself at your feet as per your previous instructions.

"I know the bracelet's reality-warping power can't be used directly on whoever's wearing it." You drum your fingers on the device while thinking aloud. You notice out of the corner of your eye two attractive joggers approach you from the right along the winding foot path which passes before the bench you currently occupy.

Identical shoulder length blonde and brunette pony tails swish rhythmically from side to side in time with each paced step as the women continue their approach. The blonde, about average height and in her mid twenties, notices you and Sarah first. A smile graces her pretty features as the joggers come close. They're both wearing similar athletic outfits of loose fitting running shorts, comfortable tank tops, and running trainers. It's warm outside, you notice, fighting the urge to pull at the collar of your blouse.

"Awwww," the lady with the blonde pony tail exclaims, crouching on bent knees to gently pet Sarah's cum matted hair. "Aren't you just ADORABLE!", Sarah yips excitedly at the attention. She positions herself to balance upright on her rear haunches and starts to paw at the blonde jogger's breasts.

"God, Megan," Brunette pony tail chimes in. She continues to jog patiently in place with her extended index and middle finger of left hand pressed at the neck to check her pulse against the digital watch on her left wrist. "Do we have to stop for EVERY dog we pass in the ENTIRE park?" asks the petite brunette, exasperated. She looks about the same age as her blonde running partner.

"No, Kaitlyn," the blonde woman, Megan, retorts. "Only the CUTE ones!" she replies, sticking her tongue out at her companion, Kaitlyn, then smiling towards you. You return it as best you can, but can't help feeling like you're about to be caught for something. For her part, Sarah is vigorously running her cum oozing cheek against Megan's hand as the blonde playfully pets her.

"Who's a good girl?", Megan asks, stroking Sarah's hair with now cum covered hands. Sarah yips in response, rolling over on her back to present her exposed sex and smallish breasts, pink tongue lolling from between her parted lips.

"C'mon, Meg," Kaitlyn sighs. She flashes you a polite smile, mouthing 'sorry' for her companion's behavior.

Megan glances with narrowed eyes and tight lips at her friend before bending on knees to plant an audible kiss at Sarah's muzzle. "Have a nice day!" Megan chirps through now cum stained lips. You notice thick strands of someone's spent seed acquired from her kiss with Sarah link her now-glossy upper and bottom lip.

As Megan and Kaitlyn steadily jog away, you're suddenly curious as to what they look like beneath their comfortable running gear.

You're startled as a warm sensation emanates from your right wrist.

Fuck, did something just activate the bracelet? Shit, you still have no idea what you're dealing with and hope you didn't just fuck something up. You swivel your head around to see if anything has noticeably changed until a loud clicking draws your attention. Your eyes bulge in time with a pulsing in your now female sex as you see Megan and Kaitlyn clicking away from you, looking like something plucked directly from one of your lust-fueled fantasies.

They continue to chat perkily as they navigate the path, unaware that they're now shuffling along, taking mincing steps relegated by the towering cherry-red stiletto heels now adorning each foot. Their bodies appear poured into snow white corsets, heavily laced at the back to enticingly squeeze waist and hips into an exaggerated hourglass figure. Bountiful tit flesh spills from the cups of each bodice, providing a substantial boost in cleavage to their otherwise modest endowments. Matching white panties of a shiny material similar to the torso-cinching corset cover each woman's sex, with matching white stockings snaking from fuck-me heels to firm, exposed flesh at mid thigh.

You watch Megan briefly duck to avoid an errant frisbee throw as they continue on their 'jog', which at this point really looks more like a runway model's walk. No one seems to notice anything out of the ordinary at the sight of two attractive women having an afternoon stroll dressed like lingerie models.

"Interesting," you muse, your rational mind beginning to connect the dots. What you thought was a stray thought, wanting to see the two in different clothes, probably got interpreted as a wish by the device. The interesting part was that the bracelet was able to interpret a command that didn't directly tell it to do anything. Rather than simply remove Megan and Kaitlyn's clothing, the bracelet seemed influenced by what the you, the wearer, would find alluring. You wonder if the bracelet is somehow linked to your brain - could the thing be reading your thoughts to figure out how you'd want the commands carried out?

You once again take a deep breath and stare in amazement at the absolute power clasped around your wrist. You look down at Sarah, now curled at your feet in the fetal position, resting peacefully with head nestled above folded hands. Now that you've had a taste of what this thing can do, there's no going back for you.

It's probably a good idea to keep Sarah by your side, for no other reason than to undo any commands that go wrong. As much as she probably deserves to be on her hands and knees for a little while longer, she doesn't do you much good thinking and behaving like a dog.

You need something that ensures her complete loyalty and servitude, and you need her to be someone you could trust as much as, if not better than, yourself. You gauge your words carefully before speaking above your peacefully slumbering stepsister.

"Sarah is my devoted maid, her only purpose to tend to my every need." As you say it, Sarah's dormant form blurs at your feet.