First impressions

Edward—

"You are my toy? My object?" I asked, still unsure of what to do about this.

However, I didn't have much time to react, as the waitress arrived with the rest of my order, setting it in front of me. She was a beautiful blonde with pristine skin and an athletic body.

"Will that be all, sir?" The waitress asked.

I looked at her, then back at Monica, then back at her. "Aren't you going to offer to serve my friend here?"

The waitress looked at me hesitantly. "We, ahm, only serve people in this establishment, sir."

Oh. So she was telling the truth. Well, time to see how far this "object" status could be stretched out.

"Actually, there IS one more thing you could do for me." I said to the waitress.

"What is it, sir?"

"Knead her breast for me."

The server, with almost no hesitation, reached over to Monica, grabbed a handful of her tit and squeezed it gently. Then she backed away.

"I'm sorry." I said to her. "But that didn't look like you touched her breast."

"Sir?" She asked, not understanding what I meant.

"She is wearing a hoodie." I clarified. "So did you knead her breast, or did you just knead her hoodie, that just so happened to be over her breast?"

The waitress was now unsure of what to do. She clearly wanted to fulfill the will of a customer, but something was also telling her that lifting someone's shirt during her work hours wasn't a correct course of action. She was looking back and forth between me and Monica, waiting for some directions.

I looked at the brunette across from me, and raised an eyebrow.

"Here.” Monica interjected. “It's okay. I'm an object and my Owner has allowed you to touch me. So..." Monica grabbed the waitress's hand and guided it to her breast as she lifted her shirt to reveal a plain bra. "C'mon, I'm not gonna complain." She pulled the blonde’s hand so it would rest on her left breast, the nipple already stiffening.

The waitress blushed as she squeezed Monica’s breast. Tentatively, at first, but soon her methods became more thorough. Her eyes flickered from the beautiful pair of breasts in front of her, to me, to the other customers who walked by with barely a raised eyebrow. Monica bit her lip as the waitress dug her fingers into the bra to start massaging and tugging at her nipple. She shot me a downright dirty look, no doubt enjoying my shocked expression.

The waitress removed her hand after about a minute, clearing her throat. "I'm sorry sir. I have other people to serve, is there anything else I can do for you?"

She never once made eye contact with Monica.

"No, I'm... I'm fine." I waved her off, letting her go tend to other tables. I only really had eyes for Monica. "So it really is true then? No one else seemed to care an erotic display like this was happening in front of them." Almost absentmindedly, I also added, "and you can keep the hoodie off. Unless you're cold.”

"I'm sure I'll be plenty warm soon~" She purred as she finished taking off the hoodie. She awkwardly maneuvered it over her head, almost knocking her glasses off her face, which only made me think of how adorable she looked, despite the air of a “sex goddess" she was trying to convey.

"How do you want to play with me first? I know you want to, you can do anything ~” Monica continued.

"Well, no one acquires a new object without the wish to show them around, isn't that right? No one buys a Ferrari to keep it in their garage. No one buys a Monét to hang it in the bathroom. So, Monica, let's show you around."

With that proclamation, I got off my seat and offered her my hand, which she took, excitedly. I liked the coffee shop, but I was also familiar with a nearby gastropub, which, as far as I knew, was already open this early. I had had some cool nights there before, so I thought it would be as good of a place as any to break out my new toy.

I guided her down the street, in the warm sun, towards our new destination. As we walked, both of us noticed that her current state of undress wasn’t alarming anyone, nor causing any kind of commotion at all. People simply walked by us as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening at all.

Monica looked at me and could see the slight disappointment in my eyes. She tried to console me, but I answered too quickly. "It's nothing. I was just excited to have people admire my newest and greatest object. But this charm effect that prevents them from caring about you being naked seems to prevent them from even admiring your form at all. Do you have any cool ideas that could draw their attention?”

For the first time, Monica drew a blank. Being asked to take initiative and give active suggestions on our situation seemed to stump the brunette. Which just pushed me to, with a new flame of inspiration burning in me, answer my own question.

"You know what? To start, take off your bra." I commanded.

"Yes sir!" She gave a quick and playful salute, then undid the hook holding her bra together. With a little shake of her shoulders, the straps slipped off and those marvelous boobs were free to be seen by all.

She cupped one of them, thumb circling a rosy red nipple. "Do you approve? I know they're not very big. Even that waitress had more."

She looked so cute doing her little salute. And as she shook the bra off, I could see her breasts bouncing with each step and I couldn't help but have a little chuckle, she was great. She was cupping one of her perfect breasts, presenting it to me, pinching her nipple. This time I couldn't hold back the smile that spread across my lips.

"Good girl. You did wonderfully. And you are perfect, never question this fact again. Now, as my first true order as your owner, I order you to shake those breasts once more. I loved to see them dance."

"Can do! Loved the way you watched!"

She bounced on her toes, letting her boobs jiggle freely, then cupped them lightly, presenting and supporting them as they wobbled. She gave a shimmy at the hips, grinning as my eyes were glued to her movements.

"You wanna touch them, Owner?" She was panting a little from excitement, her voice more naturally husky. "Oh, is there another title I should call you by? Master? Sir?”

"Owner works just fine. Master is pretty good, too."

I must have a dumb smile on my face right now. I fucking loved seeing her tits bounce and jiggle, I couldn't get enough of them. So I extended my hands and grabbed both boobs at once.

They felt incredibly good, especially because she was fully presenting them to me. I took my time massaging them, grabbed her nipples and pinched them every now and again. Seeing her reaction at such casual manhandling was priceless. I never wanted to let these puppies go, so I continued talking while kneading them.

"I have a new order for you: whenever I tell you to present your boobs, you will do what you are doing right now. Present to me your boobs, tits, breasts, whatever. Whenever you hear me say those words, you will drop whatever it is that you are doing, and you will present them to me. You will shake them and make them dance until I grab them." I thought about my order for a bit, then added. "You will do so with whatever amount of clothes you've got on you at the time. Sometimes it's even hotter when you're clothed."

“Yes, sir!” Monica exclaimed, enhancing her shaking as she got even more excited, if such a thing was even possible.

I smiled at the sight, then I changed the subject a bit. "And what should I call you? Monica? Pet? 'My object' seems like a mouthful, honestly." I chuckled.

"Monica is fine! Nngh." She gasped as I twisted her nipples, then she leaned further into my touch. "I really like my name, but you can call me ‘toy’, because that's what I am. You can dress and undress me however you wannahha!"

Her knees buckled and Monica fell into my arms, moaning as I relished in squishing her tits. Her eyes briefly went crisscrossed, before jumping around and seeing all the faces of people who walked right past a woman having her tits played with and didn’t react at all. They barely gave her a quick glance, before returning to whatever it is they were doing. This was no less normal to them than seeing a man kicking a ball up and down the street. Her noises were more distracting to them than the sight of her naked tits, and this notion made her legs buckle.

"What now?" Monica said with a weak voice as she wiggled in my arms. "How're you gonna play with me?"

As she continually fell forward, with a mixture of giggling and moaning, I had to let go of her tits and hold her from below the arms. Or the two of us might have fallen to the ground.

We were both grinning like idiots, this was being way too fun of a time. After a few minutes of us just standing there, giving Monica some time to recover, she gathered herself and extended her hand, ready to be led to whatever it was that her new owner wanted to take her. I, instead, simply grabbed a tit and dragged her by the nipple without looking back. Without looking back to the mewling and gasping woman who I now owned.

After yet another couple more minutes, we finally arrived at one of my favorite spots in town, a gastro pub named The Red Ox. It had a rustic aesthetic, with thick wooden tables, ambient lighting, and a menu that would please the lovers of meat and beer and not much else.

Thankfully the place was indeed open this early, and it didn't look deserted either. Some couples were having meals together, and some single people were hanging by the bar.

I opened the doors of the place, with Monica trailing right behind me, and I announced for all the patrons there:

"Hey folks, check out this new property I just acquired!" The only reaction I got were a couple of annoyed looks from the people seated near the door. So I decided to change my approach. I spun Monica around and bent her over right there in the entryway. "I'll buy a round for everyone who cheers and compliments this nice piece of ass!" A surprised squeak escaped from my new toy as I gave her ass a light slap.

And just like that, their responses changed. Every customer at the bar cheered for Monica's ass, some clapped, some whistled, some hollered. Both men and women said they liked her ass, apparently focusing on the asset of hers I had told them to look at.

I looked back at her and raised an eyebrow.

We knew we could get them to react to her if I asked nicely, and perhaps offered some incentive. The ball was on our court.