Your Wish Is My Command

Connor Matthews route home from high school took him along the creek; it was a rough and sometimes slippery path but it suited him fine. Few of his ever classmates cared at all about the creek, so it was one time in his day when he could be alone with his thoughts, away from the ignorant babble and jeers of his peers .

To put it bluntly: Connor was a nerd. The unruly dyed hair and lack of glasses were somewhat atypical of the stereotype, but otherwise he fit quite well. He was a lanky and somewhat ungainly boy, an excellent student in every class but gym. Girls never noticed him, and the guys either laughed at him, or tried to **** him to do their homework. It wasn't that he liked being alone--he was a red-blooded teenage male, after all--but he didn't seem to have many options. Barring a miracle, he was beginning to feel his books and games would continue to be his only real companions until he was done with college at least.

He paused his morose musings as he caught sight of a small glint out of the corner of his bright blue eye. Squatting down, he pulled a mud-caked ring from the creek muck. It looked exactly the right size for his finger. Shrugging, he began to wipe away the grime to get a better look at it. And then a most peculiar thing occurred.

The ring began to glow, taking on the angry orange color he associated with molten metal--and yet it was perfectly cool to the touch. A strange iridescent mist curled forth out of the metal band, twisting around his body before flowing towards the riverbank. The mist swirled upon itself like a tornado in miniature, growing, taking shape, before it coalesced into the form of the most beautiful woman Connor had ever seen.

She was somewhat shorter than he was--but with his lanky frame, this was nothing out of the ordinary. She was possessed of inviting Arabian features--smooth, dusky flesh, a mysterious smile, and dark eyes framed by long, flowing ringlets of silky black hair. Of even more immediate interest were her tits, supernaturally firm F-cups, displaying not the least sag, in defiance of all sense and gravity. These were matched by a ripe, juicy ass, and a clean-shaven young cunt. Connor knew this, because she was completely, utterly naked. The closest she came to clothing was a set of golden bracelets she wore around her wrists and anklets, and a silver chain which pierced her nipples, hanging taut between her ample breasts.

She glanced this way and that, curiously absorbing her environment. When she laid eyes on Connor, she stiffened momentarily, inhaling sharply as if an electric current had just run through her. She fell instantly to her knees, clasping her hands behind her and arching her back to press her huge tits forward.

"Hello, Master," she purred. "What is your desire?"