Finally sealing the deal and doing some research

As per Jason’s conditions, you were perfectly fine with forking over the rest of the cash you had on you, but he stopped you and said he’d collect once the ownership forms were officially signed and handed over. He did want help figuring out a present for Chrissy though.

You were only half paying attention in your excitement, but somehow you managed to lead Jason towards getting her a new fancy collar, some matching nipple piercings, and some new pants. Apparently he didn’t like Chrissy wearing shirts.

Incidentally, while you didn’t quite catch the name of the specific style of pants, lost in your own fantasies as you were, it sounded like they were some ‘new’ fetish line you weren’t acquainted with. In the end he seemed just as excited as you were once he figured out the exact present he wanted, and that was saying something.

“You ready to go?” Jason practically leapt from his seat once the business side of things was dealt with.

“Just give me one minute.” Thanks to the mere idea of owning Gwen you were horny as hell and decided to make full use of the five dollars you had spent, “Ladies, I’m ready for a proper blowjob now.”

They both mumbled some form of assent through their filled mouths and started to really go to town.

Claire’s long, slow, savoury bobs up and down your length quickly became more vigours. Lisa went back to your balls, taking them both into her mouth and slapped her tongue across them. The two girls ended up swapping positions a couple times as they tried in earnest to get you off, Claire twisting her head to get to your balls and Lisa having to nearly slam her head into the table to blow you around Claire.

It wasn’t too much longer before you grabbed Lisa by the sides of her head and started to cum right into her mouth. Since you had just given Gwen a massive load not too much earlier, Lisa didn’t have much to contend with and sucked it down with ease.

With that you packed yourself up and had Claire let you out of the booth.

“Just a minute boys.” Lisa grunted from under the table as she crawled out on all fours, “I just want you to know, from what I heard from under the table, I was really touched by you two. My owner and his friends always treat me like a toy, so it’s nice to know there are still upstanding young men like you two. If either of you want, I don’t mind stopping by either of your places tonight after my shift, on the house of course.”

She wasn’t owned by the restaurant than?

Despite the fact you literally just came you were still sorely tempted, but for that same reason, as well as a little surprise at the forwardness you deferred to Jason. He had a huge grin on his face as he met your eyes but dropped it soon after,

“Yeah… I probably shouldn’t. I’m still not sure how mom’s going to react to all this, but she’s probably not going to be happy if I came back acting like it’s no big deal.” He chuckled ruefully and rubbed his neck.

Jason looked bummed, but not particularly put out as he shrugged his shoulders and nodded towards you with a small smile, directing Lisa’s attention onto you.

“I guess if you’re offering, I can give you my address.”

“Of course. I get off at six.”

After scribbling some information on to a napkin you joined Jason and headed to your car.

You could hardly believe that just happened. Just when you thought you were acclimating to how weird things were you get a woman offering you sex like it was a cup of coffee. Not that you were complaining.

This day was just getting better and better. You were in a giddy daze when you took your place behind the wheel again.

“Y’know, I’m honestly surprised it took you so long though.” Jason spoke up, just as you started to pull out of the parking lot.

“Huh?”

“To ask for my mom. I mean, when we first started hanging out, right after I let you plow her the first time she warned me that you wanted her, and I kind of suspected it too, but six years before you even asked?”

“You thought I just wanted your mom as soon as we met?” You were stunned that he noticed so quickly.

“I told you I’m not stupid, and that goes double for my mom.”

“Then… why are we friends?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

“Hah! Well I guess because you’re the first guy to actually try to be subtle about it? Back in highschool no one would give me the time of day, until they saw my mom and found out I owned her. Then they’d start to pester me to let them fuck her. Some even tried to threaten me.”

“Seriously?”

“But you were the first to actually try to get to know me. Mom never trusted you, but it meant a lot that you even tried to pretend. Sorry, I mean I thought you were pretending.”

“Well, hold on, I can’t promise I wasn’t, at least at first. I mean, I was a stupid, horny teenager back then.”

“What’s changed?” Jason scoffed.

“I’m not a teenager anymore.”

You both started to laugh at that.

You were obviously a bit surprised by what you had learned. Even if your apparent history was a little different than you remembered it ultimately led to an identical point in time just based on what you were hearing. You were still close with Jason, his mom still didn’t like you, even though he could fuck literally anyone he’d still rather stay home with a ****, so he clearly wasn’t any less introverted.

There were some shocking differences though. For one you couldn’t imagine anyone threatening him to bang his mom before so you couldn’t begin to imagine what that kind of event was analogous to. It did bring up a pretty important question though,

“Oh hey, by the way. I know I’ve probably done a lot of things that rubbed your mom the wrong way –”

“You think?” Jason scoffed.

“Ha… yeah. Well, anyway, doing everything different is probably impossible now, but is there anything in particular I should avoid?”

“How do you mean?”

“Like, I got you into a huge fight with your mom once right?”

“Oh yeah!” He nodded slowly, a tight grimace on his face

“So it’d help if I knew just a few landmines I should avoid. Is there anything I should avoid… doing to her?”

From the corner of your eye you spotted Jason shaking his head with a grin on his face,

“I appreciate what you’re trying to say, but don’t worry about it. She’s yours now, so go wild, she’ll get used to it once you train her.”

...Right… train…. Now that you thought about it, what did that even mean?

“Alright, I can try…. But you’re sure there’s nothing you don’t want me doing to her?”

“Come on man, I know I’m pretty vanilla compared to you, but I’m not going to get upset by anything.”

“I’m just saying, you’re my friend, she’s your mom, I don’t want to make things weird between us. If I spank her, whip her, **** her, leave bruises and stuff, you’re cool.” You genuinely wanted to be on good terms with him, but at the same time you were trying to gauge just how crazy you could get before your friend started to look at you funny.

“Whatever man.” Jason shrugged with a smile. Not a care in the world about anything you suggested you might do to his mother.

Just how crazy could you get? You tried to think of something even crazier, and as you made it to his house you blurted out,

“What if I wanted to knock her up?”

“You’d actually do that?” Jason cocked an eyebrow at you, only, he didn’t look perturbed, or upset, or even confused, he looked… impressed?

“Well, I mean, just hypothetically.”

“She’s all yours.” Jason chuckled and shrugged again, reaching for his seat belt, “You want to come in?”

“Ah, no, I think maybe I should prepare for tomorrow.”

“Haha! Alright, I hear ya. I’ll email you mom’s ownership papers then, you can pay me tomorrow when I drop her off.”

You chuckled and nodded nervously, still surprised at how easy he said that, then waved him off and went on your way.

As much as you wanted her right now, you really didn’t want to be there when his mom got the news. She was a mellow woman, but when she got mad you didn’t want to risk having her rage pointed at you. It would probably be safest to let her cool down a bit before you started her new life.

Beyond that, you clearly had a lot to prepare for as a new owner. The second you got home you plopped in front of your computer, hoping to figure out as much as you could before tomorrow.

Thankfully most of the internet was just how you remembered. Various social media and most importantly, wikipedia were still around, only with much more sexual related content. You also found good use of some government websites that were aimed towards teens going through puberty, but now they had plenty of resources for after someone turned eighteen.

You had so many questions, but you decided to start with confirming something you already suspected you knew the answer too. You already equated the lights on womens collars and rings to stop lights, but you had to be sure.

As it turned out, it was pretty simple. Green lights on women meant they were free for use and red meant they were off limits, although owners could still give permission individually. Yellow would’ve taken a bit of guesswork, but it basically meant the women were granted the right to give consent themselves.

That was a weird sentence for you to read, half because that should’ve been standard, and half because the new standard seemed to be women were always giving consent since sex was so normal now. As it turned out it was just a legality designed to allow women working in essential services, such as paramedics and police women, to leave in the middle of sex or flat out turn it down if they had somewhere to be. In the end businesses started using the rule to profit off their employees though. That being said, yellow seemed to be by far the least common colour with red being a close second.

You were also curious about collars, since you distinctly remembered talks about ring’s being signs of ownership. As it turned out, ring’s had cultural significance, just as you remembered, but for convenience sake in recent years, collars, bracelets, tiaras, ball gags, and even nipple piercings, all with colour changing LED’s, emerged, to name a few styles.

Ring’s seemed to hold a deeper meaning, mostly now that there were other options, but they were still widely used due to the plastic ones being cheap.

You also ended up worried about your use of the word, ‘****,’ for claimed women since you distinctly remembered Jason using the term, ‘house-slut.’

It was surprisingly easy to find information on this as well though. Claimed women were rare, so the variety of names wasn’t huge, but the long and short of it was people like to affix ‘slut’ to whatever their claimed woman’s main job was. ‘House-slut’ was a general term, but ‘kitchen’ ‘bathroom’ and ‘cock were also quite popular prefixes depending on whether they were around for just sex, general chores, or a specific chore. Whore was also a pretty popular postfix.

It took a little more digging than you were comfortable with to find an opinion on the word ‘****,’ fearing the worst of your own actions up until now, but thankfully you weren’t the first or only person to use the term. It turned out to be one of the few things you could call a claimed woman that would ruffle some feathers though. Thankfully the general opinion was you were dick-’ish’ for saying it but that was about it.

You could only guess why **** was a bad word, maybe based on world history where men were slaves. Maybe because **** wasn’t a strictly sexual term like slut. All you knew was there weren’t very many demeaning things to call women anymore, since ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ were now affectionate, but **** was one of them.

It was nice to get some of that ‘basic’ knowledge out of the way, things you probably should’ve already known in this reality, but you still had some more nuanced information to try and figure out.

What did ‘training’ even mean? This wasn’t for a job, or a degree or anything, you were explicitly told that women could be property and you could train them. Like an animal. That was absolutely, one-hundred percent messed up in your opinion.

But apparently you were the weird one for thinking that.

That wasn’t to say there wasn’t a pretty clear divide in opinions on the matter. Funny enough though, it was mostly a divide between men. It was clear that women didn’t really appreciate the notion of being trained like animals either, but it seemed they accepted it as just a thing that could happen, and as a very broad generalization, most seemed passive over the entire idea.

Men, on the other hand, were very vocal over what should, or shouldn’t be done with a woman’s body. Strangely enough… er maybe... it wasn’t for the women’s sake. Some men were pissed that a random guy could buy their mothers, sisters, next door neighbours, and so forth, and have their bodies modified in ways they didn’t agree with. There were also plenty of people incredibly pissed about men who would have the gall to keep a woman for themselves and not share.

Some of the emotions you picked up online made Jason’s mentions of being threatened for his mother seem quite a bit more real. Maybe these people weren’t violent, but they were aggressive dicks.

Of course on the other side, was… well, the opposite. There were people who felt that if they spent money to claim a woman it was their right to do whatever the fuck they wanted and if you didn’t agree you should’ve been the one to fork over the eight bucks for the woman. It was hard to admit, but you honestly felt they were the most reasonable group.

The problem was, you wanted to know more about training specifically, not public opinion, but there seemed to be an endless amount of arguing about the morality – no not even – arguing about the social decency, of claiming a woman, and almost no discussion on what happened after she was claimed.

It was maddening. But it also went to show, that even on the internet, claiming a woman, without marrying, seemed to be rare. To that point, women claimed through marriage were almost always treated with complete autonomy, love, and respect, so that wasn’t much help. There were only a small handful of people bragging about the piercings, or implants they took their wives in for, but it wasn’t what you were looking for.

You spent a few hours scouring various forums, and sites trying to find more information on what training specifically was, but either no one else actually knew, or it was just common sense for everyone but you.

You ended up deflating in your seat in exhaustion at your fruitless efforts. Just closing your eyes and trying to will your boner away.

Even if it wasn’t what you were looking for, the way people talked about modifying their wives like they were talking about cars was pretty hot. You probably weren’t ever going to get married now, it was hard to imagine, but you had to bookmark more than a few pages that focused on ‘female modding.’

Just as you were getting ready to resume the hunt for knowledge, you got a text from Jason,

You wanna pick my mom up now? :P

That couldn't have been good.

...why? What is she doing?

Packing.

You stared at your phone in confusion and frustration. Eventually Jason expanded on that before you could form a response,

She’s been super quiet since I broke the good news.

You weren’t sure how to take silence, but it was better than ****… probably. She actually liked her son, unlike you. In the end, you had to apologize to your friend, but trying to find out how to handle having his mom as your **** would probably be best for everyone, rather than just dragging her over.

Of course, that was far easier said than done. Almost everything you read about was either people complaining about training a woman being pointless, or people saying just pay a professional.

You had wanted to believe this new reality was a straightforward and simple one, and on the surface it really, truly was, but there were thousands of tiny differences scattered about Individually, those differences were easy to overlook, but grouped together and it was like you were living on another planet now. There was more to learn than you could’ve ever imagined now that you started digging. It was equal parts, fascinating, hot, and just plain confusing.

Before you knew it, it was dark out and you were shook from your boner inducing research by a loud banging on your door.

It took you a moment to comprehend the noise, not expecting it at all. At first you wrote it off as someone boning a chick against your door, but it was much too short for that. Then you remembered earlier in the afternoon. You made for the door pretty quickly after that, having a pretty good idea who it was, but there was only one way to know for sure.