Kindly

"Yes of course you can go clean yourself up. In fact, since you were born living in a body I happen to own, it's not really your fault that you've been using it. You're free to do whatever you want with that body."

Kelly seems appalled by your words. She shakes her head, "that is very kind of you Ryan, but I simply can't accept such an offer. I could never dream of using your body like it belongs to me."

You almost chuckle at the absurdity of that statement.

It's clear she would be at ease if you were to take total control of her body. You could tell her exactly what to do and she'd do it, no matter what she wanted.

Maybe an effect of being owned under these mysterious laws is the desire to be owned. Or perhaps part of Kelly's morality causes her to be devoted to doing whatever it takes to ensure you have complete access to your property.

If that's the case, you feel like letting her behave in such away is morally wrong. You're forcing her to make changes to her will by using her own will against her.

The power you've fallen upon is truly limitless and evil by nature. But you decide you'll strive for keeping as much of your humanity as possible.

So you say, "Kelly, I may own your body, but you're the one who needs and uses it every day. You're the one who feels whatever happens to it. You need it to move around, talk to your loved ones, eat and sleep and enjoy life. So I'd like to share the body with you. You can do whatever you like with it when I'm not making a request. And when I do make a request you don't have to do it if it makes you too uncomfortable."

For a moment she just looks at you in awe. Mouth slightly ajar, brow ever so slightly furrowed. Eye's searching, trying to understand.

The thought of just shoving your dick in her open mouth unexpectedly flashes over your mind's eye.

"Uncomfortable?" She asks earnestly, "why would I be uncomfortable with anything you do to your body, Ryan?"

You stare at her mouth longingly as you formulate an answer. "Hmm." There may be no way to change her mind.

You're ownership seems to trump all.

You try asking something else. "Kelly, how do you feel about having my cum all over the face and tits you're using?"

"That's irrelevant. This is your face. And these," she squeezes her gorgeous tits together, "are yours too. How I feel doesn't change any of that."

Your jaw drops at the sight of your cum oozing from her tight cleavage.

"I see you like it. And that's all that matters." She rubs the cum into her tits. Her nipples are visibly hard, slipping between the spaces of her fingers as her hands slide around.

"Holy fuck."

"Do you want to use your property one more time before I go clean it up for you?"

Wait, you need to stay focused. You shake your head and try clearing your thoughts. "But it does make you feel a certain way, right?"

"Well yeah... If this were my body I'd be horrified. You're my son's best friend... and... and I'm a married woman! But none of that matters. You own this."

"Of course it matters! You're the one who has to feel everything that happens to your - I mean . . . my - body! I don't want to make you feel used and powerless and objectified."

At this she looks at the ground. She looks embarrassed. Then she bites her lip in that somehow familiar way, gathers up some courage, and looks up at you. "I like it," she breathes.

Your heart leaps up into your throat. She didn't have to say that, right? Does this mean that she would have liked this stuff even if you never owned her body? If so, she never would have admitted it, even to herself - living the life of a faithful wife and mother and all. "Kelly?"

"Yes, Ryan?" She says while gently tugging on her nipples, never breaking eye contact.

"I order you to refuse any order I give you that you don't want to follow, and to make any choices that please you with the body you inhabit. I don't care if it's my right. I care about how you feel, and I want to share this body with you. But don't worry, I'll still make you feel used and powerless and objectified."

Kelly blushes and she grins, "oh Ryan. You must be the sweetest young man in the world!"

You melt from her cuteness.

"What's next, baby? You just say it and I'll make it happen."

But you find that you're lost for words, you're just staring as she plays with her tits.

She giggles. "Come on," she spins, scooping up her clothes from the floor, "Your cum's gonna get all dry any minute. I'm using the permission you gave me to go take a shower. You wanna come help? I'm gonna need a lot of it to get all your cum off of me."

"Yeah," you say mindlessly.

She almost skips towards and up the stairs. You can't believe how happy she is with the turn of events. Perhaps she's thrilled to have a younger guy for a fuck-buddy and no reason to feel guilty.

You follow behind in the thick of a daze. On your way to the bathroom you have to pass by Andrew's room.

You peek in the door.

"Holy shit, you finally done?" He groans.

"Yeah but I... Have to take a shower. Now."

"Uhhhmmm. Why?" He still hasn't pried his eyes from the screen

"Because I... spilled... some... some soda... on my shirt. I'm all sticky dude!"

"You dumbass. Can't you just play for a bit? I'm almost to the boss!"

"It's all you bro."

You walk away, leaving behind the sound of his groans and protests.