Ring of Truth Blog

Ring of Truth Blog 2

by obohobo

Warnings

Please take note!

The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF Little sex in this blog – will be in the rest.

If you are underage or offended by such material -or- if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now.

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Prologue

After finding the Ring of Truth and learning a little of its properties, I, Dr. Derek Meeks, decided to keep a sort of diary, a 'blog' of events surrounding its use in my life. At the same time I added excerpts from the leather book that came with the ring so they would be readily readable. For the time being I am keeping the information in a protected file on my computer and, for reasons that will become obvious to anyone privileged to view them, I do not intend to print them out until I, like the previous owner, decide to put the ring in some safe place. That may not be for many years hence.

Dr. Derek Meeks.

P.S. (Later). I have now decided to anonymously publish an edited version of the blog together with the excerpts from the book on a site I visit frequently and get much pleasure from reading the stories it contains. Names of people (including my own), and places have been changed but otherwise this is an honest account of my experiences with the ring. I have tried to write each blog as a readable narrative and have concentrated on the sexual aspects mainly because I know that it what readers visit this site for and because they brought me the greatest pleasure. I hope it will do the same for you.

Blog 2. The origin of the ring

13th July 2004

I arrived home at nine o'clock, Dad was watching a big football match on TV and from his thoughts, I knew he was totally engrossed in it so I went to my room and took out the little book that came with the ring. The pages were sear and brown and, apart from the title page, the writing spidery and microscopic in size. Even with a magnifying glass it was difficult to read and it was only when I tried my X10 hand-lens that I could make out the words fairly clearly but with that amount of magnification, I could only read a few letters at a time. A better method of reading the text was needed. How the author managed to write so small, probably with a quill or a steel nibbed pen, I would never know.

"Supposing I…?" An idea came to me. I placed the book, open to the first two pages on the scanner and scanned it into PhotoShop. By enlarging it to A4 landscape size and using the grayscale, levels, contrast and unsharp mask controls, I was able to read the text on clearly on the screen.

I read the first page carefully.

Be warned!!

The Ring of Truth

Joshua Matlock September 22nd AD 1768

Being now 74 years of age and daily becoming more infirm but with my faculties intact I have decided I have no further need of the ring that has served me so well over the years. Rather than allow it to fall into the hands of my unscrupulous relatives, I will package it and store it with such trinkets as have been left behind by various mistresses and my newly departed Beatrice, in a place where it is unlikely they will find it. God willing, I will in these pages show how the ring has been of some service to me and it will help my mind re-live some of the experiences of my past. The account will, I am sure, only give brief glimpses of such services and the titillation's and rewards I had from its influence.

To whosoever finds this ring, I must give warning before he, or even she, wears it.

The ring, which I call the Ring of Truth, has two most unusual and unique properties. Firstly it allows the wearer to listen to the thoughts of those nearby without them being aware of it happening, and secondly, any question asked by the wearer is always answered, and answered truthfully and with complete honesty.

"That's why Jean said she would like to shower with me and then have sex," I muttered to myself. "She would probably have made up some white lie otherwise."

At first sight it may seem a pleasant diversion to eavesdrop on the private thoughts of others and so often it is, but not infrequently, the thoughts are directed against you. Thus in order to preserve the knowledge of your ability, you will need quickly to become inured to hearing the black scurrilous things others think about you. In the early days of my possessing the ring, I was sorely shocked by the unspoken opinions that personages I believed to be my friends, thought about my appearance, my ability, my work and my finances. You must harden your heart to such thoughts and behave as though you have not heard them.

Think twice or thrice before asking any question especially if in the company of several others. The truthful and honest answer you receive may well not be the one you wish for and can lead to embarrassment for all concerned. Even seemingly innocent questions can have unexpected answers. For example at a ball in the Manor House, I asked a young lady if she would care to dance. "No!" she retorted loudly and gave her reason by calling me a blaggard and worse. This took place in front of many of the gentry and my peers who were present at the function. Not only was I made to look a complete and utter fool, the lady herself was completely flustered by her outburst and had to retire immediately.

Having counselled my warnings to you, whoever you are and in whatever time, do not hesitate to use the ring to your advantage. Knowing your opponent's thoughts is a great advantage in business and being able to read the minds of ladies makes their seduction very much easier and saves wasting time on those that will not be receptive to you.

Thinking back to the events earlier in the day, I realised how lucky I had been not to alienate Jean by asking questions that could have provoked an outburst. Apart from the two concerning the shower and having sex which I knew she wanted from her thoughts, I'd only asked straight-forward things like, "Where would you like this box put? Shall I dump this lot?" which she could answer normally.

"How'd you get on at Miss Read's?" Mother asked when she arrived home. I'd decided to call it a day and noted the PhotoShop settings ready for scanning the remainder of the book and went to the kitchen to make a mug of Horlicks. She'd just returned from her bridge meeting.

"Fine, cleared the attic and got much of the other stuff into the skip. How'd you get on at Bridge?"

Mother gave a half smile and said, "Won more than I lost." <<"Good job he doesn't know what else I played with. Jack Pendergast's prick for example! That was a real nice game. Not like yours that hardly ever gets hard.">> Mother turned towards her husband watching the replays of the match. "Who won?" she asked him although she wasn't at all interested in his reply. Her mind was still reliving the fucking she'd had at the 'bridge club.' I was pretty shocked when I took in the details and saw the images she was projecting. Never in my life would I have suspected mother of infidelity let alone some of the off-beat things she did. The Bridge games were nothing more than sex swap parties between her, Mary and Jack Pendergast and Fred Bassett. I knew them all and until now thought them respectable people. Never would I have suspected anything of their sexual proclivities. I almost blurted out a comment but just in time I remembered the warning in Joshua's book and tried to compose myself.

"Think I'll have an early night Mum. I'm not used to being a labourer."

"Did you get a pizza or something for your dinner Derek?" Mother called as I started up the stairs.

"No, Jean cooked steaks."

"Oh so it's Jean now is it. You watch yourself my lad!" Mother laughed at me, "Some old ladies like to have a toyboy." Little did she realise how near the truth that was.

For a while I lay in the darkness waiting for sleep that wouldn't come. I gently stroked my prick as I replayed the scenes from mother's thoughts. Perhaps I should have been more shocked than I was but I surmised that, like Jean, mother wasn't getting the sex she wanted or needed at home. "Good luck to you mother," I muttered but I felt sorry for dad. He worked hard to earn enough money to keep us and I wasn't going to be contributing to the family income now either. "Just don't get caught mother or you may be in for a rough time," I thought to myself. My mind was also full of the ring, its possibilities, and its dangers. How would I use it? And for what purpose?

About eleven o'clock I heard Jenny, my sister, come in and go into her room next to mine. Curious but at the same time feeling rather guilty at spying on my own sister, I placed the ring against the wall and in the quietness, I picked up her thoughts fairly easily. She'd had sex with Ralph but that was pretty much to be expected. They were due to get married in a month's time and were fixing up a house ready for their life together. However, although sex came into her mind several times mostly her thoughts concentrated on the wedding plans and the work needing to be done on the house. I took the ring off and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Early next morning, much earlier than I would normally get up, I fired up the computer and started scanning in the book. It was much quicker now that I knew the settings to use to get the optimum clarity from the pages. These I saved as JPG files in a protected folder because there was no way I could enable the OCR programme to read the peculiar handwriting and I didn't want anyone else to see them. Not than any of my family ever came into the room without asking, nor would they dream of accessing my computer. In any case Jenny was the only one who knew enough about computers to even turn the thing on. Father left for work at 6:30 and when I heard Jenny go into the bathroom at seven, I slipped the ring on again and went to the downstairs loo and then started the coffee machine going. While making toast I reminded myself not to ask questions when Jenny came down.

"You're up early," she commented when she arrived in the kitchen dressed ready for work.

"Couldn't seem to sleep. Too much hard work yesterday I guess."

We made sporadic conversation about mundane things while she drank her coffee. I, off course, tuned into her thoughts, which were mainly concerned with Ralph, the house and the wedding but at one point she stared at me for more than a fleeting glance, her eyes focussed on my bare chest. As normal for me at that time of year, I only wore pyjama bottoms and because the weather was warm I came down to breakfast dressed that way. For a moment I thought I missed a comment from her but her thoughts went on. <<"My God, Derek's getting to be quite a hunky man. It's a wonder no girl has snapped him up. Maybe he's too shy. Perhaps he's not too well endowed between his legs. I wonder what his prick is like now? Haven't seen it since he was about ten years old except for the time I got a glimpse when he peed behind the bush and didn't know I was there. Didn't get a very good look at it then.">> Involuntarily I blushed and this caught Jenny's attention, "What are you thinking about to make you blush like that?" she asked and giggled, "You weren't having naughty thoughts about your young sister were you?" Before I could reply she leaned over the table and peered at my crotch and saw my pyjamas starting to tent out. "I'd better get going before you do more than think naughty thoughts," she laughed and went to get her coat. <<"He seems to be well enough equipped in that department. Surely some of the girl students at Uni would have found that out too? Maybe he is too shy or too wrapped up in his work. I know he's had a pretty stressful time for the last few months.">> "See you later. Don't do anything I wouldn't do naughty boy."

"That gives me plenty of scope," I responded as she left and I returned to my computer to read the JPG files. Later I typed them to make them easier to read and put them in this blog.

Ring of Truth.

Whosoever finds this ring will, I'm sure, welcome the answers to three questions. Where did the ring come from? How does the magic work? And how did I come by it? Unfortunately I cannot answer the first two questions with any certainty. The story as told to me may or may not be true but that is the only provenance I have.

While no date can be assigned, but it must be at least a century ago perhaps many centuries, the ring was owned by the high priest of a temple somewhere in the mountains of the Hindu Kush. How he came by it, is not known nor is the metal from which it is made. I assumed at first it was silver but an assayist said it definitely wasn't silver or any other metal he had come across. The story goes that the priest used the ring to peruse the minds of his acolytes to ensure none had unclean thoughts. Any that did were stripped of their vestments and made to lie over the back of a statue of their God, a rotund figure by all accounts. The priest then publicly whipped the acolyte until the sins of his thoughts were pardoned.

The peace of the isolated community was shattered one morning when a group of marauding brigands attacked the temple and massacred all the inhabitants that were unable to flee in time. Some months later the loot from the temple, including the ring, found its way to a merchant in Samarkand and was bought by a trader working the Old Silk Road to China where he sold it to a wealthy chinaman. All of the tale so far is largely conjecture but the story that follows is more factual.

Forty years ago, I owned a prosperous inn at the harbour entrance to the West Dock in London. It was a rough area but I employed a few of the rougher men to keep the peace and generally enjoyed a good relationship with the seamen who used the establishment and the maids that I employed to service them. One such was Jock McCray, a fiery little Scotsman. One night, a few days after he was in port from a tea run from Shanghai, my men brought him in severely beaten. His face was a mass of blood, one arm was broken and his body was badly bruised and cut and we suspected there was also internal damage from having received an almighty kicking. I had him taken to a bed at the back of the inn and personally oversaw two of the maids clean and tend his wounds. Meanwhile I sent a boy to 'Doc' Mason's house. He was a retired naval surgeon and he tottered in quickly enough. It cost me two large brandies before he would even see the patient. I wondered if I had done the right thing when he staggered up the stairs but without hardly a word he felt Jock's arm, ordered two of us to hold him still and then with a deft pull, set the arm. Jock yelled at the pain but it soon subsided. "Bind a couple of pieces of wood each side of the arm and leave them for a month," Doc ordered. It cost me another brandy before Doc made his unsteady way home.

A week later Jock could get up and walk and talk a little but his ship had left so he was without a job and no immediate prospects of getting one considering his condition. One morning a week later, we sat reminiscing after breakfast when the inn was quiet. For a short while I was silent until Jock interrupted my thoughts. "Ye'r thinkin' 'bout me. How I'm goin' t'get on with this handicap an' no job. Yer're wundrin' if yer c'n find me work here." He went on to detail all my thoughts and misgivings as to his welfare almost exactly as I had thought them. I must have looked shocked because he said not to worry and he had something to tell me.

"Joshua," he said, "I know ya 'ave spent a lot of time an' trouble over me an' a good deal of money too and yet yer've ne'er mentioned any sorta payments. Well now, I wanna pay ya by sellin' ya this 'ere ring." He showed me what I now call the Ring of Truth on his finger. It didn't look much of anything. "I'll sell yer it for a 'undred guineas. It's worth much more than that."

"I don't think I would pay a shilling for it," I chided him.

"That's cuz you dinnat know aboot it. Ye're thinkin' the beating 'as affected me 'ead." I was thinking that. "How d' ya think I knows?"

I felt compelled to answer, "You guessed?"

"Na, I knew. I've bin able to read yer thoughts ever since ya took me in. That's how I knew yer were doin'g everythin' you cud for me. It's this ring. With it I c'n listen t'yer head and I c'n make ya answer any of my questions and ya 'ave to answer truthfully. Here, try it on." I was astounded. I turned to one of the maids at the bar some distance away and could hear her mind commenting on what Jock and I were talking about.

"How did you get this?" I asked and I now know he had to answer although I hadn't really taken that part of the ring's property in at the time.

"When I was in Shanghai last. As usual I'd supped full of the local liquor an't on t'way back to the ship I cum across an old chinky being knocked about by a couple of young sailors frum another ship. I goes in and after a bit o' a punch up, they goes away but not before they 'ad put a knife in the chink's guts. He was bleeding something terrible but I sat 'im up an' spoke to 'im. 'e must 'ave known 'e wuz dyin'. He muttered somethin' in 'is own lingo and give me the ring. It took me a whiles t' figure oot what it did. As luck would 'av it, it wuz also what caused this beatin' o' me. I'd 'ad too many tankards and wuz goin' back to my ship when these Welsh laddies cum out of the Mary Rose. They saw me hardly able to stand and called out. Nothing serious but then I 'eard what they were saying in their minds and confused it with what wuz coming out of their mouths an' I start fighting 'em. But there wuz three of 'em an' I was almost incapable an' once they got started they didna know when to stop. Like me they'd had a few."

"Why do you want to give the ring away Jock?" I asked.

"Cuz I cud easily get beat up agin for same thing. Twas no the first time either even tho' it twas the worst. Too much ale and too quick wi' me temper. Yer need to control both if yer wearing the ring. It can 'elp a lot in business tho'."

After more discussion I went and got the hundred guineas and that's how I came by the ring. I've followed the advice in the story for most of my life and have been very successful with the use of the ring. Remember dear reader, drink wisely and control your temper.

That's as far as my scanning and typing of the book has gone.

Derek.