FAST FORWARD TO TOMORROW; PICKING UP GWEN AND SOME SHOPPING

Lisa took great care of you all night. You'd had each of her holes twice through the night and she even gave you a morning blowjob. Unfortunately, she was running a bit late and had to leave before you got to pop. As she was leaving you told her to take some of the spare change off of your dresser so her owner would think she was actually earning money for him. She gave you the sweetest smile you'd seen and said "Really? I told you I was on the house. You don't have to pay me." You insisted. Lisa looked a bit hesitant, but seemed to give in more out of politeness than anything else. "Alright. I'll just take a dollar though." Grabbing a single bill, she slipped back into her rather skimpy ensemble from last night and was gone.

Checking your phone as you contemplated how to fulfill the rest of your day with a boner, you noticed an email from Jason.

Hey John,

Here are my mother’s documents and her government ID info. She’s been really quiet since yesterday and has barely spoken a dozen words to me. Chrissy tried to talk to her and said she got the impression that Mom was a little scared of moving out. I told her that I wasn’t kicking her out and that you weren’t just some random creep who was going to use her and throw her away the second you got bored, but she didn’t really react to that. Don’t forget the price we agreed to (even though I’m tempted to knock it down further because of her unresponsiveness). But I’m hoping you’ll come pick her up early. Thanks man.

As Jason promised, there was a receipt of sale from him to you, proof of legal ownership and good health. In addition, there were some documents that listed Gwen’s ‘modifications’. You remember reading online how some men modded their women regardless of the women’s wishes and that this world had some massively advanced (but given the style of this world, logical) technology which was geared towards sex. Apparently, the paperwork was from a company called Advance Her that specialized in female modding. Gwen’s ‘mods had been less than a month after she’d been claimed by her husband, Jason’s father. Half dressed, you checked out the company’s website on your computer for the descriptions of their ‘mods. It felt like you were reading the guidebook to a very perverted game, but this was all too real.

PERT AND PERKY: Do you like having your slut naked at all times, but are worried too much exposure to the elements will ruin her feminine charms? Well worry no more! With the P&P modification, your slut’s tits and ass will stay as proud and supple at forty as she was at nineteen! That harsh bastard gravity has no say over her knockers and derriere now. In addition your slut will require minimal exercise to maintain a firm and toned body. Keep her tied up 90% of the time and with only some moderate walking and free movement, nobody wil be able to tell she doesn’t move much.

Okey dokey. That’s good to know. Looking through the papers, you see another ‘mod ‘The Tireless Grip’. That’s a weird name. Finding the name in the ‘mod list on the website, you click on it.

THE TIRELESS GRIP: Where ‘Like A Virgin’ ™ regenerates your slut’s hymen to be deflowered over and over again, this modification is one of our most popular, with over 80% of modded women having it! Fist her, fuck her constantly, shove dildos as thick as her arm into her, she will never stay loose for longer than a few minutes at most! Your cock will always feel like it’s in a silken vise when it’s inside her. Totally customizable! You can choose her ass or her pussy to keep tight! Why not both?

Looking over her ‘mod paperwork, that seemed to be it all the ‘enhancements’ Jason’s mom had. You perused the Advance Her website for a few more minutes, getting a few ideas going over their catalogue. ‘Quiet as a Mouse’ apparently made a woman much more vocally soft, ‘Feather-Light to Freight-Train’ made a woman’s pleasure centers ridiculously more responsive and cause her to orgasm easier and more intensely per a sliding scale. They could apparently even adjust duration of the climax. Holy crap. The list went on and on.

Figuring it was time, you responded to Jason's email that you were coming over right now to pick his mom up.

A short drive later and you were soon walking up to the door of the Brookes' house. The door was already opening before you were halfway there. And there she was, Gwendolyn Brookes, in the doorway, looking like she was doing her best not to glare. Figuring a pleasant greeting was a decent ice-breaker, you smiled as friendly as you could and greeted her.

"Hi, Mrs. Brookes, how are you this fine morning?" you asked.

She semed to take it in stride. "Unsurprised. And as ready as I'll ever be." she stated in a somewhat frosty tone as she made way for you to enter the house. Stepping into the foyer, you saw that she was indeed packed. A few medium-sized boxes and four decent-sized luggage bags were waiting to accompany her to her new home. You openly eyed Gwen up and down as she stood there regarding you with her arms crossed.

You wanted to try put her a little at ease. "It won't be that bad, Gwen. In fact, you may be pleasantly surprised at how things work out." She just returned your attempt to placate her with a stony, even stare. Remembering Lisa's advice from last night, you figured you could remind her of her place and try and keep things on track. "Besides, I'll officially own you in a few minutes anyway, so I can do what I want to you soon enough. It's best for everyone if you get used to it sooner rather than later." That seemed to take some of the wind out of her sails, and you noticed the standoffish set of her shoulders relax a notch. With a bit of a deflated air, her eyes dropped to the floor. She didn't seem resigned so much as a little offput.

Considering how to continue, you heard a young girl's voice give a bright "John, good morning!" from the adjoining hallway.

Turning to the source of the greeting, you saw Jason's houseslut, Chrissy, stark naked and smiling sweetly. "Here to pick up Gwendolyn?" she asked.

"You know it." you smiled back. "Is jason in right now? I need to pay for her before we move her out."

"Right here, buddy." your friend suddenly answers, walking up behind Chrissy in his boxers and giving the nubile blonde an embrace from behind. She leans back into him and they share an adoring kiss. If you didn't know he owned her, you'd swear they were just any other loving young couple. "Do you need help with Mom's stuff?" he asks.

"That would be nice, but first…" you hand over a crisp twenty and ten dollar bill, sealing the deal.

"Thanks man." He tosses the money on a nearby table with all the fanfare of being paid for a pizza. It takes your trunk, entire backseat, and it's still a bit cramped, but you managed to fit all of Gwen's luggage.

Once loaded, mother and son say their goodbyes. "Don't worry Mom, John's great. He really likes you and I know you guys will get along quickly." he states.

His mother on the other hand, doesn't appear keen on the idea. Looking back at you, she has a slight grimace on her face. "Here's hoping, dear." She embraces her son and his houslut warmly, but a bit sadly. "You take care of eachother, OK? Don't be strangers. If you need anything, I'l be happy to help." She seems to realize her new situation at that moment and looks at you. "If my new owner lets me."

"I'm not going to keep you locked in a trunk or chained to the radiator Mrs. Brookes." you reply to her. "Give me some credit." She doesn't look convinced. Taking in her clothes, you can see she's dressed pretty modestly. Simple jeans that hug her ass, a plain, light green turtleneck sweater and sneakers. Then something catches your eye, if you own her, were is the LED? "Hey Jason, does she have a ring or tiara to wear? I don't want her getting gangbanged at the grocery store or something." Jason surprises you by bursting out laughing. Chrissy struggles to keep a straight face for a few seconds before breaking out in laughter too. Gwen could not look more unamused. Jason just points at her throat and Gwen gives you a not so subtle 'what-an-idiot' look before rolling down her turtleneck to reveal an LED collar.

"Oh." you state dumbly. Noticing the red, you ask your friend. "Why did you switch her to red?"

Getting his mirth under control, your friend answers. "I didn't know if you wanted her available to everyone or just you, so I decided to play it safe. Tell her to change it if you want."

That sounded like a good idea. Even though you admitted you felt a bit possessive of her, you didn't want to keep her from everyone. You didn't want to give her to just anybody either. Figuring a good way to attempt to start things off on her good side, you give your new houseslut her first order. "Gwen, change yourself to yellow. I'm going to bang you through the walls, but I want you to be able to say yes or no to other people." There was a tiny hint of surprise on her features, but nevertheless, she unclasped her collar and flicked a tiny setting inside to change her color to sunny yellow. "Good girl." you tell her and she narrows her eyes at you.

"You'll be fine, Mom. I told John I'd visit regularly and Chrissy doesn't cook nearly as good as you." Jason interjects.

Looking slightly mollified, Mrs. Brookes regards you warily. "Alright then."

That's your cue. "Let's be off. I've got a day planned for us." Making the gentlemanly gesture of opening her door for her, Gwen just rolls her eyes and gets in wordlessly. As you drive away, you see her watch Jason and Chrissy wave for several moment before turning back into the house and shutting the door before you're even out of sight.

She sighs and looks at you for a moment before staring out the window, watching the world go by.

This could be a long day.

You make a brief stop at your apartment to drop off Gwen's luggage and she clucks her tongue a few times at the unkempt state of your bachelor pad. You tell her you'll help her clean it up and you'll try not to leave too much of a mess otherwise. She'll just have to do some straightening up each day. Basic stuff.

Her response is a flat. "Great."

You're vaguely tempted to bend her over your knee and spank her entire backside red, but think better of it. You have other plans that are potentially a lot more fun.

"So Gwen," You start off. Her eyes take a moment out of wandering around your messy apartment to regard you. "I've always seen you in pretty sensible clothes. Don't you have anything…sluttier?"

"My husband and son didn't go in for the 'more skin the better' look. Well, except for Chrissy. This," she waves her hands up and down her body to demonstrate. "is my wardrobe style."

"Well, you have a great body Gwendolyn." you compliment her. She's not impressed. "And I'm going to have you show it off a lot more." Thinking of another little indicator of dominance, you press on. "That reminds me, you don't mind if I call you Gwen or Gwenni, right?"

Her arms are crossed again. "Whatever you want to call me. You're my owner."

"Great, let's get going. First we're updating your wardrobe a bit. Then we're going grocery shopping for the stuff you like." Her expression is apprehensive. Awesome.

And that is how you found yourself in the local supermarket, pushing a cart behind a lovely bubble-butted beauty, wearing a g-string, bikini top, and her sneakers as she wanders up and down the aisles, picking various foods and toiletries. the best part is the beauty was your new houseslut. Gwen wasn't thrilled that you'd bought her several bikinis that all fit into a small shopping bag, but you were serious about showing her off more. You think she bought a lot of stuff at the grocery store just to get back at you.

It had taken more time than you'd anticipated, but eventually you'd managed to get your errands done. You'd helped Gwen unpack some of her regular clothes and put them away in some space you'd made in your closet and dresser drawers. Watching her put away her g-strings and thongs had given you an almost painfully hard boner. You packed away all the food you'd gotten and finally both of you were resting on the couch. You'd parked yourself in the center and she'd backed up to the farthest end away from you. "Hungry?" you asked. She'd been standoffish all day.

"I'm fine." she replied flatly.

Your boner couldn't take it much longer. All day you'd been fighting back the urge to pounce on her and fuck her silly, but it was time to get your rocks off. The self imposed teasing yourself with her was about to end. "Be a doll, Gwen, and go put in a movie for me to watch. I really need to relax after running around so much today." Wordlessly, she walked over to the entertainment center and plugged in a DVD at random. Admiring the perky peach of her ass bent over in front of you with the perfect globes bisected by a black string, you had a plan. While she was loading the disk, you took the opportunity to grab a soda from the fridge and some snacks. On the way back to the couch, you also took off your pants and underwear and plopped yourself back dwon wearing only a t-shirt.

Seeing the food and your cock sticking up eagerly, Gwen locked eyes with your stiffy unblinkingly. "I'm not hungry." she said.

In a cool tone you responded, "That's fine. You can eat whenever you do get hungry. I was just feeling peckish. Take off your top." Gwen only hesitated for a moment befor reaching behind her and undoing the knots holding her bikini in place. Keeping the bikini top in one hand ans she lowered her arms, you took in the sight of her modest, but very proud tits. "Come here." you commanded. She walked forward until she stood in front of you. Without preamble, you reached out with both hands and fondled her breasts. She stiffened slightly, but didn't stop you or protest in any other way. Despite not being fond of you, after a few mintues of soft massage and playful groping, her nipples had hardened. "These are really nice, Gwen." you stated obviously. She didn't respond, but her lips were pressed into a thin line. "Sit down next to me." She sat about a foot away. You reached out to put your hand on the back of her head and with way more confidence than you really felt, pulled her facedown into your lap. She followed without resistance. "Now suck my cock, whore."

This was the moment of truth. Pushing her head down with a bit more pressure, you were honestly a little surprised when you felt the moist warmth of her breath and the seal of her lips soon wrapping around your shaft. She swiped her tongue around your passively before you gave her some direction. "Bitch. I. Said. Suck." You punctuated every word with what you hoped was a commanding tone. Gwen got the point, and soon her head was bobbing steadily in your lap, Slurping and licking, she was making this movie really enjoyable experience. The only question now, was how to really use her.