Eddie's Universal Symbol

Eddie was casually recording his new concubine with one hand while his beer bottle was wrapped lazily in his spare. He stared dully at the flickering icons laid out across the screen when an idea came to him.

"Julia," he called. His head tilted slightly upward. One eye was kept on the recording.

"Yes, Master?" the yummy blonde breathed, fingers still plunged into her pussy.

"Smile for the camera a bit. Nice and pretty. Like one of your online profile photos. Yeah, there we go." Once Julia's slightly ruffled face was fixed into a believable disposition, despite occasionally faltering whenever she struck a potent nerve below, which her arm's shaky motions made no attempt at disguising -- he decided not to doc her for it -- he said, "Ok, now cum."

Instantly, her face strained and her body convulsed as her fingers were clenched tightly within her pussy lips and she released a clear sound of pleasure, still trying to maintain a mostly innocuous smile between her cheeks. It quickly became futile under the weight of her lust, something she gave in to like a canine in heat.

Her back bent into a faintly wide U-shape with her bottom sticking out as she wriggled sensually. Eddie walked over to her, appreciating the capture of an orgasm on high definition of Julia fucking Stevens, something he would've paid to see before his newfound ability, if he was being honest. He went behind and slapped the dethroned school hottie's ass a few times, eliciting two other sharp moans.

Once she finished, she fell against the grass, her cheek pressed up on the ground. Eddie crouched beside her, lifting her chin with his finger and locking eyes with her slightly torpified expression.

"So Julia," he gandered, "on a scale of 1-10, how much of a bitch are you for doing what you just did, outside my own home, naked from the ass down."

"10, Master."

"Wow, a complete bitch, aren't you."

"Yes, Master."

"And you're my bitch, correct?"

"Yes, Master," Julia nodded.

"Tell it to me. Tell me how much of one you are."

"I'm your bitch, Master. Your complete, unworthy, eternal bitch."

"And for those kind of people, we need something to indicate ownership."

After a moment of silence, Julia just blinked subserviently up at Eddie.

"Right?" Eddie eventually added.

"Yes, Master."

"You have a permanent marker, Julia?" After receiving a nod from the sleepy eyed blonde, Eddie ordered, "Give it to me."

Her fingers slightly flinched against her pussy at his command. Brushing it up against her stomach as she arose, she went up to her purse which he had left by the porch, fished for a sharpie, then came back with an outstretched arm.

Eddie uncapped the marker then turned Julia around. He pushed her down to her knees again, and she placed her hands on the ground in the same position she'd been for almost the whole past hour.

Then, the smell of Sharpie and female wetness permeating the air, he pressed one hand on the side of her left butt cheek and etched his clean signature up the inward slope of it, just by the crack. After some pulling and angling, Eddie confirmed it was fully visible if the cheek was parted enough.

Putting the marker away, Eddie nodded contently. Deciding to finally go through with it after some careful consideration, he proclaimed, "Julia, what do you think of my signature Sharpie'd onto your ass?"

Julia turned her head to face him, said ass still inches away from his own face. "It just confirms that I am yours, Master."

"Oh but that's not all, my little Julie," Eddie patted the girl's butt grubbily. "If I recall correctly, my signature, especially on a hot bod like yours, is a universal symbol. In fact, 'maybe' what it is is a binding symbol that, whenever read, whoever it's read by will instantly acknowledge and accept my relation with its lovely host and perhaps even try to help me out by offering any assistance they can provide to aid me in all things sexual, exhibitionist, denigrating, or whatever I see fit, for as long as that mark's still readable, while of course finding nothing wrong with any of it -- it's just their good Samaritan's deed for the day after all."

Julia's eyes seemed to flicker and subsequently closed into a nod. "You're right, Master! I'm sorry for forgetting about that! Please," she bent even further down and wiggled her rear apologetically, "punish me whichever, wherever you like!"

A grin descended upon Eddie's face. It worked. Now that was something. Unfortunately it was kept behind a temporary usage window, but there was still a lot of power to tap into for later. Recalling his words, he also realized he didn't specify who he could write his signature on, meaning he could basically bind himself to anybody he pleased. He nodded, looking around the neighborhood. He was interested in seeing its effects, though he wasn't sure if he felt like touting her around just yet.

Looking back to Julia's wiggling ass, Eddie drove another hand against a protruding rear and noticed how wet she was already getting in her center. He rubbed the back of his hand against her cunt and pressed hard into it, causing her to moan herself as she wiggled.

Wanting to have some more fun at Julia's expense, Eddie pulled out his phone again.

"Get up, Julia," he said.

"Yes, Master." As she got up Eddie checked the time. There were only a couple minutes left before Robin came.

Gesturing her to follow, he led her through the house back to the front lawn.

"Okay Julia," Eddie continued, "you know what a jumping jack is, right?"

"I do, Master."

"Good, start doing those. Hold on," he stopped her as she spread her legs against the grass below, cunt starting to drip. "Count outloud, and every ten jumping jacks, transition it into a twerking dance and shake that ass for, like, five seconds or so. Then go back to jumping jacks. You know what a twerk is, right? Either way, just shake your junk, and make it look good, okay? Ok. Oh," he added, "and as you're doing this you're getting progressively hornier, just like me giving you constant commands. Got it?"

"Got it, Master."

"Ok," Eddie pulled out his phone again to record her. "Go."

Some increasingly wet twerks and jumping jacks later, a car came from the bend. A sweating Julia mid-butt render glanced southward and a curious Eddie turned from his quasi-hip hop music video, expecting to see Robin's car chugging along, being a bit late.

It turned out to be a cop car instead.

He puckered a lip. Even better.