Grinding for the future

Monica—

Snap! The sound shocked me out of my stupor.

"Ah! Ye-yes, sirrr..."

My voice was breathy and slurred, and my stiff legs wobbled as I stood from the table. My hands were used as support as I made my way to his knee. I didn't quite stumble onto my offered seat, but I did gasp as my sodden labia squished on his muscular thigh.

I took a moment to catch my breath, barely moving, feeling my Owner's warmth seep into me. His eyes flicked to me, lingered on my tits for a second, then went back to his drink. Ignoring me.

A full-body shudder rushed through me. He ordered me to please myself. A good toy wouldn't delay like this. I was going to be the best object I could be!

"Of course, Master. I'm your slutty, obedient little object, play with me however you want..."

He grinned and flicked the nipple he'd used to drag me here, an expectant smile on his face. Customers and servers walked past us with barely a second glance. I wished I had a mirror or conveniently reflective window to see how I looked. A sweaty, sticky, naked mess of a girl-turned-object grinding on a man's thigh. Making herself cum in public simply because she was horny and her Master ordered it.

It took a few strokes for me to get the angle right, to grind my clit against his quads. I leaned forward with one hand on the back of the chair and another on the table, my feet supporting most of my weight.

I slid back and forth, tits bouncing, ass jutting out to the rest of the bar for all to see, eyes locked onto my Master's face, searching for any signs of approval.

All I received was the slightest upwards quirk of his lip when I moaned after he flexed his leg.

My cum came quickly.

Easily.

After barely more than a minute of grinding, I quivered and squeaked my way through an orgasm that left me panting and limp against his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around my waist. Cumming like a toy, not a person.

Once I had a spare breath and the brainpower to speak I said, "Thank you Master, thank you for letting your toy cum~”

He chuckled lightly and caressed my side. "You're welcome, you were a good toy. Beautiful."

Bliss swelled in my chest and I snuggled into his side, nearly purring. "I'm sooo glad to be your object... hehehe~"

A minute later, he sat me up with his hand casually resting on my hip. He set his drink to the side and grabbed a fork. "Let's talk a bit about that. How do you want this... relationship of ours to work?"

"Hmm? What do you mean? You own me." It was like asking me if the Sun should rise from the east. Of course it would, I could hardly imagine a world where that was different. I was his Object.

He chewed and swallowed. "Do you want to move in with me? Spend weekends at my place? Do you have a job and stuff? Can you support yourself?"

I blinked at the outpouring of questions, feeling a little off balance. "Uhm. I'd like to be around for you to use me full time, so I guess I'll live with you? I work at the university library... Do I need a job? I'm your object." I wiggled with a grin. "You can use me to make money you know~"

He almost choked on his food, shooting a wide-eyed look at me.

I giggled at him, patting his arm reassuringly. "I mean pictures! Nudes and videos of you playing with me." I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, preening.

He cleared his throat and sagged in relief. "Thank god..." Ed's hand on my hip slid down to palm my butt, gently squeezing his property. "I like people seeing how hot you are, and I don't mind some touching... But actually selling you is too far."

He whispered in my ear the same time his grip tightened just enough to hurt a little. "Mine."

"Ah~" I shuddered on his lap. "Yes Master! I'm only yours to truly play with." There was a tiny shiver of disappointment, but I'd deal with it. I rubbed my thigh against his erection. "Speaking of," I pouted up at him. "When are you gonna fuck your property? It's what I signed up for y'know? The denial was hot, but..."

Ed kissed the top of my head. "Needy lil toy, aren't you?"

Hehehe~ "Yep!" I was going to say more— but he stuffed a forkful of food in my mouth. "Hrrmph?"

"Eat. I'd be a poor owner if I let my property starve."

I nodded and swallowed, then he had another serving ready before I could speak. I started blushing in embarrassment as he fed me, using the same fork to take an occasional bite as he spoke.

"I'd like to know more about you, Monica, but that can wait until later for the most part. What's your living situation like? I assume you don't have a boyfriend or anything, but do you have roommates or pets or anything you can't leave alone until tomorrow?"

He gave me a chance to answer. "I have a small apartment, no pets or roommates, haven't had a boyfriend or girlfriend in over a year. I have a couple plants, but they're mostly cacti and stuff— I'd kill anything else." That it took me a month to realize one was actually plastic didn't seem worth mentioning.

"Is your apartment nearby?"

"Not at all— I walked an hour to find you. Never been to this part of town before."

"Huh." He gave me the last bite, idly licking the fork clean and setting it aside. "Now that I think of it, how did you find me?”

"Oh!" I bounced a little in his lap, chewing quickly to swallow. "That's really cool actually. I only had your first name and that one picture to go on, but it hardly mattered! I just had a sense of where you were and that you requested ownership of me!" I shivered at the memory. “Like there was something in my head tugging me towards your exact location…”

Ed considered that for a moment, a bit of unease in his eyes. "Okay... That's unnerving."

Edward—

I shook off the discomforting details of how Monica found me and returned to more important matters. The future.

"Okay, you can move in with me if you don't have any particular attachment to your apartment. And of course you can bring your plants." My hand moved from her ass to caress her back. Up and down her spine, carefully, gently.

“Mhh…” Monica let out a little hum of contentment and leaned further into my touch.

"Next, you can keep your job at the library, I would never dream of depriving this world of a librarian. That said, I want to know your schedules so it doesn't interfere with anything I plan to do. And obviously I will take your offer to moonlight as a porn model for me. You have the perfect body for it." I stopped to take a sip of my drink. The effort from before and all this conversation was sure to make my throat dry up.

“Oooh~ I can be a sexy librarian for you some time!”

I grinned at the idea of Monica trying and failing to be quiet in a library… “That actually brings me to my last point, your clothes. Nothing wrong with your current style per se, but it isn't sexy enough to be my object. From now on I want you to wear revealing clothing, I want to be able to see as much of my property as possible. And pink. Pink suits you." Even as I said that, a pretty blush spreading across her cheeks proved my words true.

I took my hand off of her back, a few traces of the dried cum still remaining. I picked up one of the meat pieces with that hand, spreading the cum over it with my fingers, and pressed it against her lips.

Monica—

I gave a (slightly) exaggerated moan as I chewed the last bite, smiling at the way Ed shifted under me and watched with rapt attention as I swallowed.

"You taste amazing Master~ and I'm not just saying it cuz you own me." I hugged him, squishing my bare breasts into his chest as I kissed his cheek. "I'd love to move in with you! You'll have complete access to me every night!"

"And your job?"

I leaned back and nodded. "I'd enjoy keeping my job, I really liked it." Then I pouted a little as I considered the dismal collection of skimpy skirts, crop tops, and translucent blouses I had buried in my closet. "We may have to go shopping for the clothes. I can do revealing, even slutty, but the only pink thing I own is a mini dress a friend gave me as a joke." I wiggled in his lap. "Tho, if you're gonna give me a bimbo uniform, why not go further?"

Ed blushed. "Ah, that's... Yeah."

My eyes felt like they should be blazing in excitement. "If you want your property to be a bimbo, go all the way! Dye my hair, tan my skin, give me some slutty tattoos and piercings, inflate my boobs into proper tits, fuck me until I'm a giggly lil mess all the time! Bimbofy me completely!" I was panting at the end, trying to grind on him again. "...if that was your plan, I mean."

He blinked down at me, stunned by the outburst.

“Woah there, soldier!” Ed raised a hand. “Slow down a bit. Let's do it like this: you take care of the hair and tan, and we look into tattoo patterns together, sound good?"

I eagerly nodded at his suggestion.

"Now I'm wondering if it would be hotter with or without tan lines... anyway, not important. What's important is that I would very much love to see you in that slutty dress you mentioned."

“I'd love for you to see me in it!”

I started grinning as I imagined the strappy pink and black dress hidden in the back of my closet. The pink skirt was short and flowy, the bodice snug and lacy with an array of thin black straps holding it to my shoulders. My thoughts melted to nothing as a hand grasped the back of my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss, my Owner's hot tongue forcing its way into my unresisting mouth. The noise and smells of the bar faded until all I could hear was my heart pounding in excitement. All I could smell was Ed, the man who owned me. His sweat, his soap, his hair, the food and drink we'd shared, even a hint of his cum still staining me, marking me as his. As he ended the kiss, he caught my lower lip with his teeth, held for a while longer to lock his gaze on mine before letting go. Leaving me gasping and flushed as I leaned into his chest.

My owner held me in his arms and whispered directly into my ear. "And of course I will fuck you silly any time I want. I may even have an idea on how to facilitate that... but you will have to wait and see." He finished, with a devilish smile and a wink. "So, wanna get moving?” His hand landed on my ass in a playful smack once more.

I hopped off his lap and grabbed his hand to pull him along. "Yeah! Are we headed to my apartment first so I can get dressed properly?" And so I can get fucked~ "Or are we going to a salon? Am I gettin' classic blonde, or pink, or platinum, or what?"

Ed followed after me with an amused grin, leaving payment behind. Then he grabbed my nipples once we were on the street again.

"Ahn! Master?"

He held out a bundle of objects wrapped in my hoodie— my wallet and Certificate and phone. "Forget something? Do I need to hold on to these for you?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Uhm." I looked down at my naked skin shining in the sun, nipples stiff from the excitement and the cool breeze. "I figured you would want me to get started on my tan? But I can put the hoodie back on so I can carry stuff! The Certificate is yours tho Master..."

"I want you carrying your stuff, of course. I am your owner, I shouldn't be the one carrying luggage." He handed me the bundle of sweater and took the lead again. "I say we go to your apartment and get ready for the move. We will always have time to improve your appearance later. Oh, and I may need to sleep there tonight before we actually start bringing your stuff over to mine tomorrow."

As he finished giving me his orders, I led him to my place, a skip in my step and a hand on my ass.