Enjoy Being An Owner & Married Life

You whistle the theme song of your favorite TV show while calling the elevator. An arrow pointing down lights up below the button, telling you the elevator is coming from above. Living on the second highest floor, you've become familiar with a fair amount of residents heading down to the lobby. However, you rarely encountered people from the top floor.

The elevator door opens and reveals a woman you've never encountered before. She appears to be on the older side, around her early 60's if you had to guess. Even though this lady's obviously old enough to be your Grandma, it's clear she's taken care of herself. Tiny wrinkles lay scattered across her mouth, eyes, and forehead. Though they're hard to notice over her lushes platinum blonde hair and the impressive pair of tits jutting out of a dark-blue long sleeved shirt.

You waltz into the elevator, continuing to whistle your tune. Seeing she's already pressed the button for the first floor, you settle behind her and as the doors close.

"I own your hobbies and sexual fetishes." You declare when the elevator starts to moving.

Although the woman doesn't turn around or respond to your claim, the last few days make you certain she got the message. You casually look at your nails and contemplate how to alter this woman's life.

"The one, single, sexual fetish that brings you pleasure is being humiliated. Specifically, at the hands of hideous homeless men. Any horniness you experience will only be satisfied through dirty, unprotected, sex with the ugliest men you find on the street. Your ideal man is covered in dirt and dressed in torn clothing. He sits in front of a tent, giving you a smile full of rotting teeth. You can tell he hasn't bathed in months from the oder in the air."

Your eyes go wide with shock. You've apparently surprised yourself with such bizarre statement. However, a devious smirk spreads across your face as you begin to accept this juvenile nature.

"While you are able to cum from simply fucking homeless men, the intensity of your orgasms increase with the amount of degradation you experience. Perverse acts like eating their asses and licking their feet will grant you more satisfying orgasms. The feeling can get so good, it's easy to get lost in it and end up drinking piss."

You pause to contemplate adding anything else to this woman's new sex life. Looking up you see the elevator has just passed the middle floor. Deciding you'd rather not spend time continuing this spontaneous project in the lobby, you move on to your other claim.

"From now on, your only hobby is obsessing over farts. You enjoy the smells and sounds of farts more than anything else you use to indulge in. You devote all free time, not with homeless men, to testing out which foods give you the smelliest farts and tracking your results. Also, your taste in music and TV will now be replaced by various soundtracks of farting noises and fart porn videos."

The ridiculous instructions once again go unanswered as the woman doesn't turn around or say anything at all. However, you're given confirmation that your words are effective for the first time when the woman fishes a phone and a pair of earbuds from her purse. She uses one hand to unlock her phone and access the internet while the other works to untangle the earbuds' wires.

Looking over this lady's shoulder, you watch her thumb tap on a music app and begin to type. After a few seconds, the phrase 'Fart Compilation' is displayed on the top of her screen. Finally, the lady hits the search button before adjusting the filter so that only tracks exceeding 60 minutes are displayed.

Finding that you're really getting a kick out of this, you search your thoughts for one more way you can impose your will on this random bystander. Fortunately, you're able to conjure up an idea before the elevator opens or her hearing becomes blocked by headphones.

"While you thoroughly enjoy recordings and videos of farts, you vastly prefer when they occur in person. You find yourself captivated whenever a fart occurs in your area. It does not matter if it's a family member, friend, or complete stranger. If you notice someone around you has farted, you will move closer to them in hopes they'll let another out. You normally compliment the person on how it smells and often encourage them to fart again."

A bell sound rings and the doors start to open just as you finish your little monologue. It seems to be perfect timing considering she slipped the headphones into her ear at the same exact time. The lady simply walks out into the lobby and heads for the building exit without saying a word. Although she never even acknowledged your existence, you're certain she's been transformed into a disgusting pervert. Your chuckles echo through the room.

After settling down, you walk across the lobby with a swagger in your step. Feeling like a god, you thrust your arms forward into the door in front of you labeled 'Manager's Office'. The power of your push launches the plexiglass door forward, causing its metal handle to shoot a loud slamming sound throughout the room.

With no regard for the wall you potentially made a whole in, you stroll into the room. The only thing that has your attention is your former landlord, Holly, sitting at a large desk across the room. It's easy to tell that you've startled her by the terrified face poking around her computer screen.

"Hey Holly! You got my rent money?" You say while walking towards the woman and settling into a leaning position against the wall behind her.

"Yes, sir. I converted all the check payments into cash just as you instructed." She responds hastily.

You watch as Holly scrambles to fish an envelope from one of her desk's drawers. Then she presents the money and you snatch it out of her hands. Opening the plump envelope, you are greeted by the sight of thousands of dollars in cash.

"I've already split what's left over after taxes and upkeep costs. So that's your 60%, sir ." She says sounding eager for your approval.

Instead of responding, you thumb through your prize. A smirk spreads across your face upon reading that each bill is $100. In this moment you consider claiming a billionaire's fortune, but you dismiss the idea in fear of unknown consequences. You're having more than enough fun reshaping your current life and you could always experiment later.

"Would you like a blow job, sir? Or perhaps you would like to enjoy your pussy?"

Holly's voice interrupts your thoughts. You look up from your wad of cash to see the woman has a needy look on her face. She tried to act like she offered a blow job because you previously stated it would be one of her duties as your assistant. But the following question made it obvious that her, now your, pussy's been starving for attention since you banned anything but your dick from touching it.

"I'm gonna pass today." You curtly reply.

A look of disappointment forms through Holly's face and an odd sense of guilt builds in your stomach. You thought all of your morality had vanished after derailing a newly wed couple's lives and literally enslaving another human being. But even if their minds were twisted by your power, it resulted in joy for them. Depriving someone of pleasure just didn't sit right with you.

"But I'll throw you a bone Holly. I'll let you play with my pussy using your hand or any toy you own for up to one orgasm. But I'm going to need something in exchange for this opportunity."

You start lightly waving the thick wad of cash in her face while continuing to speak.

"Since I'm obviously good on money, you can provide me with entertainment as payment."

The lady, who you once considered a respectable businesswoman, lights up with excitement.

"Entertainment? Like you wan't me to dance for you or something?" She asks.

Holly's bright smile tells you being blackmailed with her own pleasure doesn't concern her in the slightest. At the very least, she's too **** for release to think about what's actually occurring.

You take a moment to stare at her with intrigue. She never seemed like the type to have a supercharged sex drive. Maybe you've judged a book by its cover. It could also just be an inventible reaction to being sexually starved. Regardless, now you're interested in just how **** she is to cum.

"Yes, I want you to provide me with a little entertainment after your shift. But you won't be dancing. You're gonna need olives. If you don't have any in your apartment you'll have get some from the store. Any kind will do."

Holly gives you a confused glare but quickly snaps out of it and picks her phone up from the desk. You watch her open the notes app and quickly type 'Olives-Any Kind'. Then she looks up at you with anticipation so you continue.

"Once you made sure your apartment's got olives in stock, you're ready to move on. Oh, and you should probably ensure you won't have to go outside because the first step is stripping. I want you spending the entire night naked after you start. You'll be sending me a mirror picture every half hour. Make sure they're different poses so I know you're not cheating. The fun starts at dinner time. Thats when you'll use your phone to record everything I'm about to list. Once its set up, climb on top of your kitchen counter and shove at least 5 olives in your asshole."

You pause waiting for her to decline this perverted challenge. But to your surprise she doesn't even shoot you a baffled look. She only focuses on her phone and types out your instructions. After seeing she's caught up with her notes you continue.

"Five's the minimum but you should try to get as many olives up there as you can. Just make sure you'll be able to get them out. The more you fit, the more I'll consider reuniting my pussy and cock in the near future. Once they're in, squat over your dinner, count up to 100, and then count back down to 0. Then I want you to push them out onto your food. Finally, eat the olives with your dinner while saying it's yummy and send me the video. You're free to have one orgasm after I confirm receiving it. But be sure to stay naked until the morning. Got it?"

After a few seconds of frantic typing, Holly locks her phone and looks up at you with joy in her eyes.

"Yes! You can expect to see an ass full of olives! I'll be sure to check in with proof of my nudity! Thank you, Sir!"

You're frankly shocked at how accepting she is of the absolutely crazy task you've given her. There isn't even any claim in place that would bend her personality into finding the situation appealing. This was simply just a woman who's willing to do anything to get some sexual pleasure.

"Yeeaaa..... I'm gonna go now. Just keep doing whatever needs to be done to run this place." You respond in confused voice. You really had expected Holly to squirm. Maybe even to the point where you made a claim.

Removing yourself from the wall you leaned on, you stuff the rent money in your pocket. Holly calls out her goodbyes as you make your way to the lobby entrance but you don't respond. Your focus has shifted to another piece of your new life waiting upstairs.

You slide Olivia's key into the lock of their apartment door. If they could hear your thoughts, they'd correct you saying it's also your apartment now that you're apart of their relationship. It's still hard to believe just how much this stereotypically perfect couple's minds have warped.

Olivia is easily one of the hottest women you've ever seen. There's no doubt she was extremely popular during her school years. Bill's definitely in the same league on the male side. He's got height, muscles, the jaw line, and even a giant cock. Despite being financially irresponsible, they would look at home on a Hollywood red carpet.

Neither of them would give you a second glance in a crowd, whether you where the same age or not. Now you're the owner of their marriage. That title has essentially made you master of their lives. They have given you, who they would consider a boy, absolute authority over them.

A few days ago, walking in on Olivia dressed in lingerie would be a **** sentence even if it was an honest mistake. She'd scream and Bill would rush in and beat you to a bloody pulp before calling the cops and having you arrested.

Turning the key to unlock the door makes you reflect on what this power's unlocked for you. Before gaining your powers, you would've been lucky to see Olivia bend over and show a glimpse of her panties. Using your powers made her husband escort you into their bedroom where she waited for you to undress her. So many nights were spent burying your head under pillows to block the sound of Bill making his wife moan. Now you're the one making her squeal while the macho man cheers you on.

"Honey, I'm home!" You call out in the classic fashion as the door opens.

Entering the living room, you're met with sight of several boxes littered throughout the floor. Apparently your greeting fell on deaf ears since Olivia hasn't come out to welcome you. Instead of pursing her, you decide to make yourself at home. After plopping yourself on the couch, you take off your shoes and socks before resting your feet on the coffee table. Then you grab the a remote control resting next to you and boot up your PlayStation you had Ashley bring over.

A few minutes into your game you hear the bedroom door open. Then you start hearing Olivia's voice get progressively louder as she walks into the kitchen.

"That's correct. We'd like to cancel our booking..... The owner of my marriage wants our honeymoon to be near a beach, not in the mountains..... Yes, I'm aware of the cancellation fee...... Believe me, my husband and I feel like complete idiots. We made honeymoon reservations without even running the idea by the OWNER of our marriage! .......Ok great. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience..... Thank you. Goodbye."

You look away from the TV in exchange for a much more appealing site. Olivia is leaning her back against the stove, dressed in only the skimpiest purple bikini. You decided to shut off the TV without letting her escape your sight for a second. She finally notices after hanging up the phone.

"Oh John! I didn't hear you come in! Welcome home!" She cries out in pure happiness while trotting over to you.

"Hey Sugar-Tits. Miss me?" You reply trying your best to be cool. To the average person, you where not.

Instead of responding verbally, Olivia slithers next to you on the couch and initiates a passionate make out session. The two of you spend a few seconds tongue wrestling while you simultaneously grope one of her breasts. Eventually, Olivia pulls back to continue the conversation.

"How was your day? Did you get the rent money from Holly?" She asks in the classic housewife fashion.

You pull the envelope of cash from your pocket and gently toss it on the coffee table.

"I got us covered. We'll have that debt of yours paid off in no time. Oh, and the funniest thing happened on my way to the office. Some lady in the elevator agreed to let me own her hobbies. Now her favorite pastime in the world is sniffing farts!"

Olive breaks out into a hearty laugh upon hearing your story. You join in on her amusement and the room is filled with sounds of your combined cackling.

"Oh, John.... Really? Sniffing farts?........Your humor is down right juvenile... But I'll admit that's pretty funny." Olivia says through heavy breadths when she's finally able to somewhat compose herself.

You grab her other tit and follow up with "I should find her room number. She could come over for burritos!"

The laughing reignites but for a shorter time. When the two of you settle down you glance over the room and the multiple boxes scattered throughout it.

"It looks like you've been busy." You say while gesturing to your rather messy surroundings.

"I started going through the wedding gifts to see what we can return for cash and what we'll have to sell online. We're lucky there's a few things you said we can keep, but it's still been a hassle. I suppose that just the price Bill and I have to pay for using a registry you didn't approve. How stupid of us, we never even considered you might've preferred butt plug sets and nipple clamps over typical items like coasters and pots. We can't apologize enough."

You can't help but smile at how sincere this woman's apology is. She really felt terrible asking her wedding guests for normal gifts like a blender or a dinning set. Presenting Olivia with your bizarre wish list of sex toys was an interesting experience. Her face went pale with embarrassment of how off her list was. Telling her to keep a few things you found useful made her feel a bit better. She still swore to you that she'd swap out all the other presents for your depraved toy chest.

Giving her a moment to wallow in her guilt, you move your feet from the table to the ground. Grabbing the waistband of your pants and underwear, you slide them down to your ankles.

"No need to stress, babe. I know you'll make it right. But for now, how bout you give me a proper welcome home." You say to the woman who seems entranced by the loads of unwanted gifts.

Olivia breaks free from her thoughts right as you kick the clothes off your ankles. She stares at your hard cock hanging out in the open for a moment before looking back up at you.

"As you wish, your majesty." The married woman coos through a sly grin.

She still hasn't dropped the royalty act from when you declared yourself the ruler of their sex lives.

You grab the back of Olivia's head and gather her hair into a cluster as she lowers her face into your crotch. Then lady who would normally be out of your league starts giving you a pornstar caliber blowjob.

Her tongue glides all around your shaft as she swiftly bobs her head. Spit seeping out of her mouth trickles down to your balls followed by additional globs every time she comes up for air. The room is filled with all kinds of sounds from glucks to gurgles. Occasionally a prominent gagging sound enters the rotation whenever you decide to push her head down for a deep throat.

Throwing your head back, you close your eyes an enjoy the ecstasy of an older woman's mouth on your cock. You stay like this for what you thought was a moment until the sound of locks turning gains your attention. Olivia has apparently been hard at work sucking you off for fifteen minutes. Now its right around the time Bill usually gets home from work.

"Liv? John? I'm home!" The masculine voice bellows through the apartment entrance.

Neither of you respond. You figured he would see you soon enough and Olivia was too focused on sucking your dick. When you sense Bill's presence getting closer, you shove her head into your crotch and buck your hips upward. A gag noise louder than any of the previous ones erupts from the inside of Olivia's throat.

"Helloooo? Oh, there you are. Wow that looks rough, John. Using Liv's mouth to blow off some steam?" Bill asks.

Everything about your current situation seems serial. This man has spent a long day at work and comes home to find a boy sitting bare-ass on his couch. On top of that his wife, dressed only in a bikini, is sucking his dick so passionately she doesn't bother to acknowledge him. Out of all the possible reactions, he chooses to stand there and act like this is normal. He even makes small talk out of it.

Looking up at him with a smile, you respond just as casually.

"Actually, Bill, your wife's doing the blowing."

Your crude and somewhat insulting joke seems to have landed by the look of Bill breaking into a fit of laughter. You start to chuckle but feeling of Olivia's tongue licking the top of your balls subverts your attention. Bill catches his breadth for a moment and responds.

"That's a good one, John! I guess you're right though! Just remember, she's OUR wife. You own our marriage, so that makes you just as important in this relationship as Liv and I."

The reminder of your new status combined with the absolute smoke show sucking your cock pushes you over the edge. You forcefully grab the back of Olivia's head and wildly buck your hips into her face. The rapid sounds of your cock fucking her face echo through the apartment. Groans of pleasure escape your lips as your load fires into her throat.

"Damn! That sounded like a good one. Liv sure knows how to work your cock, doesn't she?" Bill comments.

His remark gets no reply due to the fact that you and Olivia are focused on recuperating. Her breathing is substantially heavier for obvious reasons.

After a moment or two, Olivia picks herself up from the couch. She steps up to Bill and plants a kiss on his cheek with her cum covered mouth, leaving a speck of your load on his face.

"Hi, honey. Have a good day at work?" She asks while whipping the remaining cum into her mouth.

Bill looks down at his slacks and cups his groin as he responds.

"Pretty good. But once in a while, John's dick tried to get hard. Man, this cage can bring on some serious pain."

Suddenly you are reminded that you had Bill put the chastity cage back on. His dick is so big, it created a sense of insecurity in you. It began messing with the high you get off of dominating them, even while fucking his wife. So you decided to it'd be better to just keep him restrained.

"Awww, I'm sorry to hear that, babe. But it's John's cock. If he wants it caged, you just have to power through."

Olivia gently caresses Bill's arms to comfort him. She talks about the cage binding her husband's cock as if it's a hard-ass boss he's **** to put up with.

"Oh, absolutely! It's not my place to judge what he does with his package. It just made some parts of the day a little tougher than others. Especially when he sent me videos every 5 minutes for an hour strait. You know how just the sight of your body makes John's cock hard? Now imagine carrying it around in a cage while clips of us consummating his marriage keep popping up in your face. I tried to keep it calm but you looked so damn hot!"

You've started to enjoy teasing Bill. Although, it's probably a little more than that. More like light bullying.

Olivia turns her head to look at you. No anger or frustration is found on her face. The woman's actually smiling. She lightly shakes her head at you while subtle breadths escape her lips. Listening closely, you can tell she's suppressing a chuckle. After successfully controlling her laughs, she responds in a kind of patronizing voice. The wife almost sounds like a Mother trying ease the tension between a pair of feuding toddlers.

"It sounds like he was trying to remind you of why you're working so hard. I bet he didn't think it would cause any trouble since you don't have a penis. He must've just forgot carrying his dick means you feel everything it does."

It's almost as if she sees you purposely causing Bill's discomfort as a childish joke she can't help but find funny. Even when knowing she's not supposed to laugh at her husband's pain.

"Although, I can't say I'm shocked that his dick kept fighting the cage. Every time I see John, the boy's cock on his body is standing up strait and pointing right at me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that one's hard 24/7."

Olivia's gaze lowers down to her husband's crotch. You and Bill watch her eyes dart back and forth from his pants to your exposed cock. With the woman appearing to lose her train of thought, you decide its good time to cut in.

"That's cause it never wants to let a chance of getting in your pussy go to waste."

You pair the snarky remark with an obvious scan of Olivia's body. After, your gave shifts, making the man standing next to her object of your focus.

"Our wife's right about the videos, Bill. Sorry about that. I didn't consider how my dick would react to my texts. But, I guess it shows you there's a price for getting to lug around my huge cock."

With a wide smile, you stand up from the couch and join the newlyweds. Your hand pulls back before swatting down on Olivia's ass for a hard smack. The clapping sound of your hand on her ass cheek echos through the room. At the same time, your strike elicits a gasp from the bikini clad woman. You keep a commanding grip on the room as she recovers.

"I know having to squirm a little made you more exhausted than usual, but there's some stuff we need to get done. So let's not stay hung up on your cage struggles. Bill, you start organizing these boxes. I'm gonna hop on the Playstation while Liv rubs my feet. When its all laid out, well go through it together."

Bill instantly takes to his assignment and bends down to grab one of the boxes on the floor.

"You're the boss, John." He says while unpacking the contents.

Moving back to the couch, followed closely by Olivia, you contemplate putting your pants back on. Looking down at your free hanging member, you feel that standing bottomless in this couple's home gives you a sense of freedom or even dominance. You decide to leave them off and return your naked ass to the couch cushion. Then you swing your legs to the side, placing your feet in Olivia's lap. While reaching for the remote, you give one more order.

"Make sure to use some elbow grease, Liv. My dogs like a good amount of pressure."

Olivia smiles while taking hold of one foot and getting to work.

"Sure thing baby." she responds in a cute tone.