Domestic Bliss

Venus Eclipse had been the site of one of Cindy's earlier, less successful forays into sexual exploration. She'd gone to the third-floor sex store with aspirations of buying a toy or DVD or something that would allow her to explore these feelings a bit more. Instead, she'd ended up being badgered with judgemental questions by a clerk twice her size wearing a **** metal t-shirt. She'd left without buying anything, trying and failing to hold back tears.

That had been then. This was now, after a week or so of messing around with the Owner's image. She'd had an idea the other day while watching porn in a fancy hotel suite, lazily bouncing on the businessman who'd been using it previously. And that idea required certain items which she didn't own. She honestly didn't even need to buy them in person: she could have gone to another store, or used a website. But she felt like it was important to overwrite her past failures, to replace every memory of misery and embarassment with newer more satisfying experiences.

That, and she was looking forward to taking **** on that clerk.

She walked up the multi-story staircase, past a yoga studio and an unlabelled steel door with a heavy padlock, before arriving at the plastic door in emblazoned with a warning to minors. She pushed past it easily, and was greeted with a dark room filled with shelves and racks of sex toys and lingerie and porn, lit with pink mood lighting. The counter was directly across the room, and she could see the same clerk sitting behind it, picking his nose while checking his phone.

She clutched her own phone tightly. This was her time. She strode across the floor, ready to put him under her control, and as she went she saw him looking up. Saw a flash of recognition in his eyes.

She was about to raise her phone when he raised one hand, and said "wait."

Cindy stopped in her tracks. She wasn't entirely sure why. It might have had something to do with how different his tone sounded.

"I recognize you. You were in here a couple of months ago, right?" The guy dragged a hand down his face, voice heavy with regret. "Shit. I can't even begin to apologize for how that went down. Look, I've gotten a a few complaints since you left, and had a chat with my manager about it. Turns out I was being kind of antisocial without realising. I wasn't trying to embarrass you or harass you or whatever, I just wanted answers so I could get the right product. But that must have come off as real creepy, right?"

Cindy kept a hold of her phone in her pocket. "...yeah. It did."

"Look, I'm glad you came back. It means I can try and make things right. Tell you what, how about I give you a quick tour of what we have on offer. No questions, no insults, nothing. And you can decide what to do from there. Does that sound good?"

A moment passed in silence.

Slowly, carefully, Cindy let go of her phone. She even managed a slight smile. "Sure. Let's try that."

The next fifteen minutes were surprisingly pleasant. And informative. It turned out that the guy droned on about sex toys in the same tone he'd been questioning her in, and with the new background she was able to parse it as **** social awkwardness instead of some crazy hazing tactic. And now that he wasn't directing his attention at her, she was able to get some good information. There was stuff in stock she never could have dreamed of.

Still, after placing a multi-pronged vibrator and a bottle of scented lube in her basket, she finally managed to redirect him to what she'd actually come for. And it turned out he knew a fair bit about that as well.

The clerk gestured at the shelves. "Generally, our straps come in two varieties. We have flatback, which are basically a dildo on a belt. Easy to strap on and adjust, easier to clean, come in a few different shapes and sizes. Then we have our double-ended range: not quite so customisable, and a bit more expensive, but in return you get stimulated and penetrated while doing some stimulation and penetration of your own. Some people like that, some don't. When you have sex, are you more looking for..." He trailed off, and she saw the effort required to keep his mouth shut. "That is to say, let me know if any of these catch your eye."

Cindy tapped a finger on her chin, looking over the array of various strapo-ons and dildos on offer. One in particular caught her eye: a bright cyan member attached to a mess of black velcro, completely unlike any of the more "realistic" dicks on offer. "What's the deal with that one? Why is the tip bulging?"

"That's to fit the vibrator function. Anyone gets that inside them will be feeling it for days afterwards." He picked the strap up off the shelf and inverted it, revealing a second smaller silicon shaft inside. "Double-ended, too, although the inner end doesn't have the vibe. Space concerns, you know how it is. Interested?"

Cindy smiled. "I think so. I'll take that one, and a... flatback, was it? Just one of the standard models. Best to cover all my bases."

"You're the boss." A quick trip to the storeroom for non-floor models, and he was ringing her up behind the counter, operating the register with practiced ease. "Let's see here... your total comes out to be about $512.50. Cash or card?"

Cindy batted her eyelashes. "I couldn't get a discount?"

The clerk snorted. "I'm being nice to you already. Nobody's that nice."

Ah well. She'd lasted for longer than she thought. "Shame," said Cindy as she pulled out her phone and showed him the image.

It took him only a second to scan the text, and instead of the dawning horror or acceptance she was so used to seeing in most of her toys, his brow just furrowed. "Oh, shit. You're the new owner."

Cindy blinked. That was news to her. "I'm the what?"

"Yeah, there's been some chatter about it on the forums. The owner is generally pretty private when she messes around with guys, but lately there's been a lot more cases of people in our town who've started doing weird shit because the owner told them to." He smiled. "Can't believe I ran into you myself. This is crazy."

"Uh-huh. Look..." she finally peeked down at his nametag. "Murdoch. I was ready to really lay into you today. But you've been a lot nicer than I expected, and I can appreciate that. It's a good change of pace from all the other men. So tell you what, I'll let you off easy. Give me all this for free, and..."

Hmm. Cindy hadn't actually used her power to be nice much yet. She wasn't sure what to do. She could try and brainstorm some complicated whole-life benefit, but they were in a sex-store, she'd mostly used the image for sex stuff already, she might as well keep on theme.

"What's your favourite kink, Murdoch?"

He didn't even look up from packaging her items. "Exhibitionism."

"Yourself or others?"

"Myself. I like jacking off when I know other people might see me."

Cindy smiled. "Convenient. Alright, from now on whenever you are on shift and don't actively need your hands for something else, you will be using at least one of them to masturbate. You're allowed to use any of the toys in the store as well, for free. The owner says so. And thanks!"

Murdoch nodded, handed her her bags, and immediately walked over to the fleshlight shelf and started tearing open a box. The last Cindy saw of him she walked out the door was him tearing plastic wrap off a realistic-looking sextoy torso, one hand already on his cock.

"Roy! I'm home!"

Cindy kicked off her designer shoes and placed her bags down on the ground. The house hadn't changed much in the past week, outside of a lot of expensive clothes strewn around various surfaces and a cool armchair she'd seen in someone's house on a walk and asked to be delivered. Still, one difference was that Roy was nowhere in site. This time of day he'd usually just be home from work, relaxing in the living room and talking with one of his endless college friends in person or over the phone.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

She walked around the house while calling his name. "Roy? Roy! I know you're here, I saw your car!" But there was still no response. It took until she arrived at the door outside his room and saw the lights on under the doorway that she finally figured it out.

She opened up the door (she'd ordered him not to lock it two days in), and placed her hands on her hips. "Come on, Roy. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were avoiding me."

Roy was sitting in front of his computer, naked from the waist down. He hadn't bothered wearing pants around the house much ever since she'd ordered him to stay permanently hard. Apparently any pants or underwear tended to chafe. She wasn't sure it was helping much: his cock looked hard and red and angry, almost painful in how hard it was throbbing. She was glad she did not have to deal with that.

At the sound of her voice, he wheeled around in his chair. His expression wasn't unhappy, necessarily. Just neutral. Accepting. "I wasn't avoiding you. I was just busy."

"Busy doing what? Have you done all your thirsposts for the day yet?"

That had apparently been a leftover command from the real Owner. She'd found him from the workout photos he'd posted on his Instagram, and had made him continue posting such pictures at a rate of three to five a day, each one naked and preferably lewder than the last. The last time Cindy had checked his account, he'd started using oil and glitter on himself before each shoot.

But as she finally saw what was on his computer screen, she quickly realised nudes were the farthest thing from his mind.

"Apartment listings..." She glanced sideways at him. "Are you seriously trying to move out?"

"Yes?" He pointed at his cock, wincing as he shifted in his seat. "You said I wasn't allowed to get myself off while I was living with you. So I'm trying to find a new place. I can afford it for a bit with my savings, and it'll hopefully help this settle down-"

"But why would you want to move out? This house is great, isn't it?"

He narrowed his eyes at her. The closest he'd gotten to outright disobedience in quite some time. "Cindy, I am always hard. I need to explain to everyone who asks that it's because of my sister. I've been kicked out of half my courses, I've lost my job, and people won't stop looking at me in public. This might be fun for you, but it really isn't fun for me."

Cindy gasped in faux sympathy. "Oh, is the golden boy feeling sad? Is the eldest son with his shit all figured out and a dozen girlfriends and a nice big house all to himself not doing too good now? Well, tough. Sometimes people don't get what they want. I know that's something you haven't really experienced before, but some of us have had to struggle in life."

Roy stood up suddenly. "I've fucking struggled. I've earned all of this, not like-"

"Sit down, shut up, start drooling."

Roy did all three in short order, mouth silent even as it hung open slightly and spit pooled behind his lower lip. She'd figured out that command a while back. She wasn't sure why it made her so happy to see her brother just drooling, fully conscious and aware but unable to stop the spit from dripping down his chin and onto his cock, but she hadn't gotten tired of it yet.

Although in this case, all that drool might soon come in handy.

Cindy walked back out to the living room and pulled out the bag from the sex shop. She withdrew the double-ended strapon and the lube, before reaching under her skirt and pulling down her panties. She knew that technically speaking someone walking by outside might be able to see her through the window, but she just couldn't bring herself to care. If it was a man then she could deal with them, and if it was a woman she didn't really give a shit. And if a woman did end up calling the cops on her, she'd be fine in either case. How many female cops were there? Not enough to worry about. And if there weren't any male cops, then there'd be male judges, jurors, billionaires...

That was the nice thing about the world for people like Cindy. If you pushed hard enough, eventually you'd find a man.

She picked up the double ended strap-on and loosened the belts and straps around the edges, allowing her to easily slip the harness on underneath her skirt and fasten it around her waist and thighs. The inner dildo was trickier: she used a generous coating of the scented lube (bubblegum, which Cindy had brought because she could not for the life of her imagine what bubblegum would smell like) and carefully worked it into her pussy. Once it was in she held it in place with one hand and tightened the straps with the other, until she could let go and it remained comfortably in place.

It was an interesting feeling. The straps were tight enough that no matter how she moved it wouldn't dislodge itself from inside her, but had just enough give that when she shifted her legs or flexed her pelvis it moved back and forth in a very pleasant way.

Leaving the lube behind and pausing only to wash her hands, she walked back up to her brother's bedroom. She'd left the door open, meaning she was easily able to slip inside only to find him right back to browsing apartments, drool still sliding down his chin in wet streaks.

That did it. Cindy had been considering being nice, a remnant of the goodwill she'd felt for Murdoch earlier, but despite her instructions her brother refused to accept that this was what he was supposed to do. If she told him to sit down and shut up, it didn't mean he could browse apartments quietly in his seat. It meant he was supposed to understand that she was in charge, and he wasn't going anywhere. Why couldn't he just get that through his head?

Well. If the head wasn't going to work, Cindy would have to try another avenue.

She strode over to his chair in three quick steps and spun it around to face her, his posture putting his face level with the end of the cyan dildo and its bulbous head. "You have ten seconds to lube this up before it goes in your ass."

His eyes widened, and he spent precious seconds scanning the room for lube before looking at her helplessly. Cindy only scowled at him in response. "I told you to drool. Use your head. Five seconds."

He immediately began bobbing his head up and down on the strap in an attempt to get enough of his spit on it to lubricate it, but it could not be more obvious he'd never had a cock in his throat before. He managed two or three pathetic swallows before gagging and coughing, wet strands of drool flying from his mouth as he doubled over.

"Two. One. Zero. On the bed, face down, ass up. You can hold your thighs so your hands don't do anything they aren't supposed to."

Fear apparent in his expression, he walked over to the bed like a man approaching the gallows, before planting his face into the mattress and shimmying his feet and calves forward until his ass was raised high in the air. He gripped hold of his thighs like she'd instructed, and she couldn't help a satisfied smirk at the sight. Now he could follow instructions.

As she walked slowly over to him, she realised she'd let a hand drift down to start stroking her shaft. It was at least partially motivated by the fact that moving the outer dildo made the inner one shift in very interesting ways, but there was also an undeniable sense of power. Like swinging a sword back and forth, or fingering the trigger on a gun. She had a weapon in her hands, a weapon literally attached to her, and she was about to use it on her brother. Nobody could stop her.

She knelt down behind him, thinking of how many men throughout history must have felt this way. That thought was immediately followed by a far more pleasant one: after the Owner's adjustments, no men would be feeling like this ever again. Since the owner was so hands off, there was a decent chance that Cindy was the only one who would be feeling this kind of power for a long, long time.

That feeling glowed within her as she lined herself up, took hold of her brother's cheeks, and pushed herself in.

It was immediately obvious that there wasn't enough lube on the shaft. She penetrated him, and there wouldn't be any blood or injury, but it wasn't easy for him either. He trembled and thrashed beneath her, keeping himself from breaking posture only through the **** of her order. She tested that strength by ramming back and forth, slow steady thrusts at first that gradually increased in speed.

With every thrust, Cindy felt the inner dildo rubbing inside her, scraping at her walls and hitting her most sensitive spots. In a way, it was nicer than a lot of the sex she'd had with real men. Predictable, hard, without a sweaty grunting thing attached. It almost made her laugh realising that in the end, she might honestly prefer toys to men. Not that there was much difference anymore to her, of course.

And as she slapped her brother's ass and felt him quiver beneath her, she was **** to admit there was a certain appeal to everything attached to the cock as well.

At some point he'd started moaning loudly, groans verging on screams. Apparently her order to shut up didn't include formless sounds, or else he just couldn't hold them back, order or no. She couldn't tell how much of it was pain and how much was pleasure. She wasn't sure she especially cared. Although that did remind her that there was a feature she hadn't tried out yet.

She withdrew herself nearly all the way, and stopped thrusting. Roy panted and gasped, like a drowning man briefly allowed to surface for air. She didn't bother listening or caring for it, instead just reaching down to a small switch at the base of the outer dildo and flicking it on.

The bulbous head of the strap began to vibrate, and Roy's cries began anew as she started thrusting even harder.

There had been some false advertising at the store. The inner dildo didn't have a vibrator built in, but there were weak echoes of the buzzing on the outer dildo, tiny vibrations that made her shiver with every thrust. This might well have been some of the most pleasurable sex she'd had, and she didn't even need to leave her home to find it. She was...

She paused. Something wet and sticky had hit her thigh. Only a few drops of it, but it merited investigation. She continued her rhythm as she felt blindly underneath Roy's back for his cock, finding it without too much issue (it was so unnecessarily large, she still wasn't over that).

When her fingers ran up the shaft to the head, she find it dribbling something warm and viscous.

"Roy, are you seriously coming?" She hadn't meant to shout, but it came out that way. "After I specifically ordered you not to?"

"I- I- I-" Roy's voice cut off sharply with every thrust.

"Answer me, Roy!"

"I don't know!" His voice wavered perilously, up and down, sometimes within the same word, but he managed to speak regardless now that she'd ordered it. "It feels too good, it keeps hitting something in my ass and it feels so good it hurts and I keep clenching but it keeps coming out anyway-"

Cindy's voice was cold. "I order you to stop."

Roy was nearly crying now. "I'm trying!"

Well. That was just perfect. Apparently, even if she ordered a man not to come, if he felt good enough then he would just do it anyway. All her old worries about pregnancy and condoms and birth control came flooding back in, unpleasant thoughts she'd thought wouldn't ever be relevant again. Why could they not just follow simple instructions?

She realised she'd slowed down slightly, but only to allow each thrust to go harder and deeper, throwing the weight of her whole body behind every forward push. Roy had placed his face fully into the mattress and was making high keening noises, muffled by the duvet. She could see a wet puddle of semen forming on the mattress beneath his leaking, useless cock.

That cinched it. She'd never exactly been planning on making men happy instead of herself, but now that could not be allowed to happen. She'd have to keep a close eye on if any of her partners were having too much fun, and reign it in before they started leaking. But that was something she'd always have to keep in mind, a stain on her otherwise carefree existence.

And all because her stupid brother wouldn't accept his place.

She thrust down to the hilt in his ass and held her position, letting the buzzing of the dildo inside her bring her to the edge. For a moment she worried she was too pissed off to come, but that worry evaporated as the smoothed hunk of silicone buzzed in just the right way to set her off. She stayed like that, happy and drifting, for a good while.

She came back down to earth to find her brother whimpering beneath her.

She sighed and stood up, withdrawing the strap from his ass with a wet pop. She undid the straps and buckles around her waist and legs, slipping the entire thing off and tossing it carelessly onto the ground beside the mattress. "Clean it up. And clean yourself up too, you're starting to stink."

She got halfway to the door before the orgasmic haze cleared enough for her to remember the final important detail. "Oh, and stop hunting for apartments. You live here until I let you go, but don't bother asking for me to- no, you know what? You live here until you die. Get used to it."

She slammed the door behind her and walked back into the living room, intent on finding her panties. She was halfway through pulling them up and considering where to go and eat dinner when she realised her phone had a notification: a number that wasn't in her contacts had messaged her while she'd been busy with her brother. A spam text, most likely.

Except when she opened up the phone, she realised she did recognise the number.

It was the same number that had sent her the image which started everything.

Hey! It's the Owner, in case you've forgotten about me. I've just realised I'm going to be spending a few hours in an airport near your city tomorrow.

Want to meet up?