Paying Emily another visit

My heart thumped in my chest as I returned to my building and stopped in front of the Johnson's door.

It was a completely spur of the moment decision to stop. I had been feeling light as a feather after spending the night with Claudia and was heading straight back home, but as soon as I saw the door of my neighbour's, yesterday afternoon came flooding back to my mind. Her mature nude body, the power of ordering her to be my maid... but then the reminder of her **** before I officially ordered her over and her relief when I decided against assaulting her... it made my face go hot and my chest tighten up.

What was this feeling? Frustration? Shame? Guilt? Remorse? Outrage? All of the above? Some other sixth thing?

Morally what I did was wrong, but in this new twisted reality it wasn't... maybe? Yet her true feelings had been overall put off by me, her supposed owner. At first I was sure she had every right to refuse me, but Zoe and Marcus' word's echoed in my head, their bewilderment at my attempt to maintain my morals, all the women on the streets that openly and boldly offered themselves up to me too, and then the fun I'd had with Claudia yesterday despite, or maybe in spite of my overreaching, dehumanizing powers....

I knocked on the Johnson's door. I wasn't sure why. Or what I was planning. But I didn't want to leave yesterday like it was... I wanted to apologize, or make it up to her... or maybe it was just that I wanted to find a way to have fun with her like I did Claudia. I didn't have to be a monster just because I could, right?

Part of my mind still screamed I shouldn't be doing this, even as my cock started to stir in my pants, but the argument was silenced when Emily answered the door. She looked much the same as she did yesterday, same yoga pants, though her over-sized tee was swapped for a more form fitting, faded pink tank top, and her face was flushed similarly pink. I also noticed her brow tense slightly as soon as she saw me... but that could've just my imagination, I couldn't shake the idea she was actively repulsed by me and just resigned to the new status quo. The other notable feature was the running shoes on her feet,

"Oh Mr. Moore, good morning!" Despite any preconceived notions I had of her, her tone was friendly and neighbourly as usual.

"Uh, haha, morning! Is this a bad time? Were you about to step out?" I pointedly looked her up and down.

"Huh? Oh, no! I was just doing my morning workout is all. Just about to finish up actually, so it's no bother." It took her a moment to follow my gaze and when she finally did she lifted on foot onto her toes and twisted her leg, showing off her sneakers as if to punctuate she completely understood my confusion.

"Right. So uh..." Yeah I had no idea what I was actually doing here, I hadn't even fully decided on whether I wanted to apologize or double down, but she was right there waiting for an explanation, I had to just barrel forward, "I wanted to talk about yesterday, is now a good time?" I leaned over and peaked around her into her apartment.

This time I wasn't imagining it when I saw her wince at the mention of the day before, but she still wiped it from her face as quickly as she could and shook her head, her ponytail bouncing,

"No...no, it's fine. The kids are at school and my husband's at work if you wanted to come in. I've got a lot to do today though." She turned her body slightly as if she was about to let me in but stopped halfway through the motion, "Unless... you wanted to keep me for something else?" Her bright friendly tone was gone and it was just a matter-of-fact, business-like tone left.

"Well... That's kinda what I wanted to talk about... I guess. Your place is fine for now. I'm just wanting to talk about a few things."

"Sure." This time she fully stepped aside, her shoulders relaxing after I made it clear I was only wanting a chat, and let me into her apartment before shutting the door behind her.

Inside it looked incredibly similar to mine, in terms of general layout. This looked far more family oriented though. There was a nice glass coffee table on an area rug with some faded stains on it that clearly had been cleaned many times before but just refused to come out, family pictures lined the walls, many of her presumed kids, and on the T.V was a paused workout video of an athletic looking woman wearing some tight clothing, flanked on both sides by a troop of equally sweaty, athletic men and women alike, all frozen mid-step in some rather energetic looking moves, I doubted I could even come close to imitating... and honestly I doubted Mrs. Johnson could go quite as hard as anyone on the screen was going.

"Did you want something to drink?" Emily asked politely, shutting off the T.V as she did.

"No. I'm fine." I stood by the door a little awkwardly still trying to figure out where I was even going with this, when she offered me a seat on the sofa in front of the T.V taking up a spot herself.

"So, uh, you said this was about yesterday? Did you have another job for me to do?" Her tone was even and what I assumed was meant to be neutral, but it just felt lifeless and robotic to me, "Or did you want to actually have sex with me?" She added her eyes blatantly flicking down towards my pants without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation.

It was impossible to tell what exactly she felt when she said those words... but anything less than enthusiastic read as displeased as far as I was concerned. Still... there was a thrill I couldn't stop from rising inside me when I felt the power that rang out from that resignation. Me this pathetic, repulsive failure of a man, I wasn't refused with laughs or jeers I was just accepted with stoic determination... it wasn't exactly moralizing, but there was a certain perverse comfort, and that was better than rejection if nothing else.

"It's more about that second one than the first." I gave a nervous laugh as I looked away from her for a moment, before realizing I needed to assert myself here as I started to form a decision and sat up straight, "But I did want to thank you again for your help."

Emily blew a dismissive breath and waved her hands,

"It's not any of my business how you want to play with your toys."

There it is again. Calling herself a toy. I still felt that needling twinge of guilt and pity. How could she be so casual about being so dehumanized... and belonging to me at that. She'd even helped me clean my place and yet even if she was rightfully disgusted by me, she did such an incredible job of hiding any **** reaction I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, for this cosmic prank life had thrown at her.

"Well I think it might be a little bit when you're the toy that I'm playing with."

"Hahah! You think?" Emily actually sounded amused for once, instead of just courteously friendly or begrudgingly resigned. She gave a quick flick of her eyes as if she was thinking about the comment for just a moment but didn't seem to give it any serious thought.

"Yes. I do." I was much more serious though.

That caused her smile to falter a bit as she matched my seriousness. She didn't say anything though.

"Even if you're my toy you've got a life separate from mine right?" I gestured around to her apartment and she nodded slowly, as if she was struggling to follow along, but she was really, _really, _trying, "And you still put all that aside so I could play with you."

"Well... I mean, that's not really a choice, right?" Her words sounded like something a beaten and broken person would say, and yet they flowed like it was the most natural and obvious thing in the world.

I was starting to get scarily used to that though and automatically nodded along, playing into it was easier... and honestly starting to become more fun than it probably should've,

"Sure sure, for you. But it still affects your family and your life away from my games so I still wanted to show my appreciation for that. Just because you didn't have a choice doesn't make it any less of a burden or a sacrifice."

"I... guess?" Her face twisted up as she struggled to make sense of the words. It was like her common sense was fighting some invisible **** for control, by all rights she should've understood exactly how I could've been imposing on her by interrupting her life like that, by burdening her with cleaning up after a manchild like me, and yet she couldn't quite grasp the concept, it was just barely out of reach.

I watched her try to puzzle it out for a few moments and honestly... it was kind of cute seeing her struggling so much with what would've been a simple thought just a few days ago. It was like watching a golden retriever try to figure out why it couldn't walk through a door with an oversized stick. But it was more me hesitating on what I had finally decided to say next than me simply enjoying the sight, with my cheeks starting to burn I finally just bit the bullet and went for it,

"That being said, I want to fuck you. Honestly I'd love to keep you in my apartment as a live in maid and sex toy." My heart was pounding in my chest, by now I knew more or less what her reaction would be, in general at least, but it still felt so wild to me.

Her face instantly fell flat, her confusion and smile gone and she simply said,

"Oh...." It wasn't disappointed or even scared but there was an anxiety to it... a stress I could easily imagine as she started to slowly look around her apartment and bit her lip, "If... that's what you want...."

"You're not excited." I stated simply.

"Well I mean... no, I guess not. Should I be?" She responded like it was a question.

"Why aren't you excited?" I knew the answer, but I wanted to know how she perceived the question.

"I mean... I still have to work on dinner, and my husband isn't gonna be off in time to pick up the kids from school, plus I still have to go shopping for a fundraiser my youngest's class is doing next week I volunteered for. And then there's my sister-in-laws birthday coming up, my husband volunteered me out as a caterer and – " Her voice was slowly rising and he pace getting just a little bit faster before she stopped mid sentence, took a deep breath and looked at me, "I just mean... work never seems to end around here, hahah.... So I mean... if you want to keep me at your place... I don't really have a choice... it's gonna feel bad to disappoint so many people though... and even just today I'm gonna be leaving my kids stranded they aren't even gonna know why I haven't shown up to pick them up from school...." She sounded more upset about the last part than the 'not having a choice,' part.

I still felt guilty about that... but honestly it was starting to get exciting just how... unbothered she was by the property thing.... The rest of it though and how much chaos just plucking her out of her life would cause was definitely a problem for her and seemed to be giving her anxiety... and frankly, it gave me anxiety too. As, much fun as the idea of just diving into my objectifying powers was, there was a lot of chain reactions it could cause that I still wasn't comfortable with... and frankly I hoped I never would be....

"That's precisely why it meant so much to me when you came over yesterday." I shifted uncomfortably and spoke softly... my shame rising up inside of me, but somehow I had convinced myself we could come to a compromise, "And it's why I wanted to discuss this instead of just ordering you to abandon everything and become my permanent sex toy."

I could immediately see the tension practically melt away from Emily's body, relief washing over her like a tidal wave as she gave a deep sigh,

"I really appreciate that, you have no idea."

She was so thankful for me not abducting her and holding her captive as my sex **** that I really should've felt even more guilty and just quit right there... but honestly... that smile made me feel like I was actually doing something right with my fucked up power...somehow...,

"You're a good wife and mother." I nodded softly, "That's what makes you so –"

"Pfft, at least someone appreciates me."

–hot"

"Huh?" "What?" We both looked at each other in confusion as we had spoken over each other.

"You said something else?" Emily shook her head before refocusing on me.

"Who doesn't appreciate you?" My cheeks were growing hot again. Here I was trying to have as morally grey fun as I could, emphasis on morally, and I felt like I ruined a genuinely human moment by trying to act like a stud from a porno...

"Oh... nothing... just... being a full time mom can be hard some times, y'know?" Emily gave a **** laugh and looked away from me, glancing at the photo's on the walls.

"Sure.... Sorry...." I didn't know what else to say.

"It's fine. Anyway," She cleared her throat and hastily tried to change the subject, "You wanted to discuss fucking me or something?"

"Uh, y-yeah – well I mean, more the logistics of it – of you being a live in sex toy, sex **** kinda situation." My confidence was shattered and it all came tumbling out like a horny teenager's deepest most private, unfiltered thoughts.

"Well I mean, if you're asking me how that would work... it would cause a lot of chaos not gonna lie."

"Right, I kinda figured a 24/7 schedule was off the table unless I wanted to ruin your life and I'd rather not. I'm just trying to have fun that's all...."

"Thanks... but... well I'm really busy," As if suddenly realizing something Emily glanced up at a clock hung up over her front door and winced, "Honestly I need to be getting back to my housework soon...." She shot me a apologetic glance.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna keep you from your schedule if I can help it I guess I was just kinda hoping you could start coming over to my place whenever you have the time and I'm y'know home, so I can use you however I want."

"I really appreciate that." Emily put an arm on my shoulder and flashed me a brilliant smile that actually felt genuine, despite my crude and demeaning request, "I just... I'm not sure when that'll be though."

Right... She wasn't turned on by me like Claudia was, not by my power over her, and not that I'd asked, and... I honestly didn't want to ask, but I doubted she liked me physically either, and then there's the fact we never really even talked before I became her owner too, so why would she ever make me a priority? There was millions of other things that she could be doing other than fucking me....

"What about at nights?" I had to assert myself, she was my toy after all right? If I wasn't a priority for her I had to make myself a priority.

"Nights?" She let go of my shoulder and cocked her head curiously, just like a confused golden retriever.

I couldn't help smiling again at that. I really wanted her.

"You know, when you're done putting your kids to bed and dinner and stuff and you're getting ready for bed yourself... what if you just came over to my place to sleep? I mean whenever I'm in of course and like if it won't get between you and your husband sleeping together and stuff...." A part of me felt territorial and **** to share... but this wasn't just a game and I'd already decided I wasn't going to destroy anyone's life just for some cheap fun so I'd ultimately feel much better if she had as much freedom and normalcy as possible.

"Oh, does that mean you're giving me permission to sleep with my husband?"

"Uh... Did I not do that yesterday?" I immediately screwed up my face and tried to remember our interaction while trying to avoid the difficult memories.

"It didn't come up." She shook her head simply.

"Oh... well... sorry."

"It's no worries. I'd totally get it if you didn't want to share me."

"Haha... well... I actually don't... but I'd feel bad if I didn't so... uh... yeah, you can have sex with your husband again."

"Okay." She nodded.

I was honestly surprised this was the most awkward moment of our entire interaction, she reacted more like she was taking mental note of a to do list than appreciative or relieved.

"And uh... if there's anything else you want to get permission for feel free to ask me."

"Oh of course! Thank you!" That got a genuine beaming smile out of her, but it cracked a bit as she added, "But sleeping over at your place might still be a bit of a problem, even sometimes... I mean I have to wake up early every day and sometimes in the middle of the night my–"

Of course, I'd already been over this, if I give her an inch she'll want a mile, while she's fine with being owned, it's the absolute lowest priority thing for her,

"Stop." I gave an exasperated sigh, I'd been hoping for enthusiastic consent like Claudia, but I was in deep enough that dubious-consent was something I'd be willing to stoop to, "Just stop trying to find a way out of sleeping with me."

Emily fell silent and just looked at the couch cushions, I couldn't help seeing her as a scolded dog again... and the silence had me feeling the cruelty and dark nature of my words so I quickly added,

"You're my toy now. You're supposed to be fine with me using you however I want, but honestly it sounds like you're repulsed by me." Yes, much less cruel and demeaning. Good job me.

"Oh no no no!" Emily's eyes went wide and she quickly blurted out an apology, "That's not what I meant at all! I really just didn't know how I'd managed fucking you every night on top of all my other chores! I promise!"

I was so disappointed by her calling it a chore I almost didn't realize she'd said 'every night' even after I gave her permission to sleep with her husband again... that... was a lot heavier than I was really prepared to dig into. Of course I could've been misunderstanding things completely, maybe she was just putting my pleasure above another man's pleasure, maybe there actually was something that was a lower priority than me, being her owner put me in a weird spot in her mind that nothing in my life could have prepared me for puzzling out, but frankly asking about it felt like it'd be a can of worms I'd rather cross when or if I ever got to it.

"Okay. Well honestly I think I'm being really generous here and I mean, you're really nice so I'm more than happy to be generous with you, but I still want to fuck you as much as I can. So you're allowed to prioritize your life, but I'm ordering you, as your owner, to seriously consider if you're just trying to avoid fucking me because you just don't want to, or because it would get in the way of more important things. Sex with me is now equally important as sex with your husband." I hesitated slightly, if she was having marital troubles that was still gonna be a problem for me, "And it's also mandatory to have sex with me, understand?" I wasn't compelling her to constantly be serving me still, but hopefully that made sure she wouldn't ever forget that I wanted her.

"Of course Mr. Moore, I promise I'll be over to fuck you however you want as often as I can." Emily sat up straight and nodded resolutely as soon as I made it an order her indecision gone. She still wasn't excited but when I made my stance clear she no longer seemed hesitant or **** at least.

"Good. We'll have to figure out how to give you more free time in the future but I think I've kept you long enough." I nodded resolutely, my heart thundering in my chest. Everything I was doing went against what I knew was morally right... and yet... it felt so empowering... I felt... capable? I felt worth something for once exercising this amount of power over someone.

"Of course Mr. Moore, Thank you for coming over and I really appreciate your leniency, I promise I'll be over as soon as I can."

As we both stood up to leave the large tenting in my pants became incredibly obvious and Emily immediately stared right at it,

"Oh...." Her voice was stiff, "Would you... like me to take care of that now?"

I was beyond tempted to push things even further right that minute... but I was still trying to be somewhat decent and that meant denying myself sometimes...,

"Only if you have the time." I looked at the clock again and then her with an arched eyebrow.

"Haha... not unless you're a really quick shot." She said it very matter-of-factly, not accusing me of anything, if anything she almost seemed hopeful.

I probably could've made this incredibly quick but having her actively wanting it to be over as soon as possible and for our first time...,

"I'll just find someone else then." With every fucked up thing I committed to and spoke about like it was normal it was getting easier, bit by bit.

"Sounds like a plan." Emily nodded along like I'd said something mildly intelligent as she lead me to the door.

The gears in my head were still turning though, just as I stepped out her door an idea struck me,

"Do you have any female friend's... or family?"

"Uh... yeah? But not anyone super close by if you want me to call someone it might be a bit. I might have to call them at wo–"

"No no, it's not that, " it absolutely was, but it was only half that, "I was just thinking maybe I could get them to help you out, free up your schedule some...."

"Oh, well I appreciate that, but they're all pretty busy too." Emily didn't sound overly pleased about the idea of forcing her friends to help her in her daily life, in fact she sounded the most disapproving I'd heard her so far, she was actually frowning.

"If they're your friends or family I'll definitely be generous to them too." I reassured, "Just let me know if you ever have any one attractive over."

"Well we try to have a girls night as much as we can, but everyone's schedule is all over the place, so it's only once or twice a month if we're lucky."

My cock lit up at the sound of 'girl's night,'

"Make sure to tell them all the next time you meet up you're all to stop by my place first. And make sure they know it's an order from their owner."

"Of course Mr. Moore."