Proper Property Presentations

Monica—

My apartment building was unremarkable. A four story block of cheap construction that held me and about thirty other people that worked in or near the local university. It had started as student housing nearly forty years ago and I knew for a fact at least one resident had spent their entire adult life here, from student to professor.

Professor Hernandez was a very sweet old lady, very generous with hard candies and a lover of hardback bodice-rippers, but never state an incorrect fact about geology within earshot of her or you'd live to regret it.

As I led Ed to my room, the occasional neighbor waved or nodded hello but no one stopped us for small talk. They could probably see how excited I was by my… everything.

The only thing that kept my fingers from fumbling the lock to my door was the constant warmth of Ed's hand on my hip. It was easy to focus, knowing I was Owned.

“So! Here's where I lived before I became your toy!” I stepped in and to the side, gesturing with one arm to the combined kitchen and living room. Somehow, watching Ed examine my home felt more intimate and embarrassing than letting a bunch of strangers play with my bare ass. “What do you think? Anything you think you should bring along?”

His eyes roved over my comfy but well-worn couch and armchair, stained and paper-covered coffee table, towards the posters and shelves on my walls. And also all the dirty clothes and other debris I'd left behind in my rush this morning… My face burned.

Edward—

"Quite a nice place you have here. I like your style," I said, genuinely captivated by all the bands and movie posters decorating her walls. Not to mention the whirlwind of both academic and fantasy books that decorated every surface available (and sometimes even the floor). I had to admit, the girl had some very good taste, if poor organization skills.

I walked around the apartment, seeing what stuff we could pack up, what others we could throw out or donate. Books and clothes were a given, they were all coming. As I walked around her small bedroom, my eyes landed on a small black and white marker amidst some theoretical texts. I didn’t know why, but it reminded me of a part of my dream. The one I had with the devil, the one that started it all.

“Something to write on… It couldn’t be this easy… could it?”

I returned to the living room and made my way to the couch. For some reason, Monica was blushing heavier than at any time doing our little session at the bar. Odd, but more pressing things were on my mind at the moment.

"Here's a fun little trick I think I can do on you." I touched her hand and gently brought her down to sit by my side. "Say, I am your owner, so anything I say goes, right? 'Your wish is my command' type stuff?"

She eagerly nodded. "Yes owner, anything!"

"So, I also included in my contract that I get the right to write on my property. It's only fair, don't you agree?" This was a complete stone cold guess, but Monica didn’t need to know that. She nodded her head, but I could see she was getting confused. "I'll show you. Like this."

I grabbed her arm and, with the marker, wrote: Monica is a cock-hungry, dumb bimbo.

I could see her eyes dimming the second the marker left her skin. The sharpness of her gaze had left, but the moment she laid eyes on my steadily growing erection, she focused on it with all the attention her dulled mind could spare. Her mouth was drooling already, but she knew she shouldn't go for it without her owner's permission. The strange pride I felt seeing her like this made me excited and uneasy.

I smudged the word dumb on her skin, saw some of her old self coming back already as she blinked dizzily, and then I asked: "So, how did that feel? Did you like it?"

Monica—

Cockcockcock Master's cock~

"How did that feel? Did you like it?"

I gasped as my thoughts,— didn't clear, they'd never been clearer— allowed me to focus on something other than Cock in my mouth, pussy, ass, whatever. I finally read what had been written on my arm and shuddered.

Cock-hungry bimbo...that's what I am, what he wants his property to be...

So that's what I was~

"That... It feels totally amazing! Holy fuck, like, words aren't wording great, but I feel amazing?" I half-noticed my voice was bubbly and simple, but I didn't seem slower. "I like, uhm, said that already, huh?" I giggled at nothing, at everything.

Ed laughed and got up from my couch, his suddenly much more muscular arms moving to his waist. I couldn't help but stare as the fabric lifted from his tanned skin, flexing and stretching over his well-built physique, allowing me to literally and figuratively drool over his muscular but not quite toned frame. Yum.

"Glad you're enjoying it.” He commented, tossing his shirt to the side, not seeming to notice my new distraction. “Thought you would."

That's not the only thing I'm enjoying~ Ed had been totes attractive before, but somehow it was like he'd been replaced with a walking wet dream.

I was bouncing on the balls of my feet again, tits jiggling and hands waving at my sides to burn off the boiling energy. "It's totally awesome! Can I suck your cock or somethin', Master? It's like, half of what I'm thinking right now— I need it in me! I wanna taste your cum fresh and hot from the source~" I licked my lips as I realized I was drooling, but cock-hungry bimbos didn't feel silly things like shame or embarrassment! "Please~”

Master rubbed his chin as he looked me up and down. My body moved on its own to strike a pose, legs spread, leaning forward, arms out to the back and sides, face **** and slutty. When had I gone from sitting at his side to being his bouncy eye-candy? Who knows! Not me! Hehehe~

"Hmmm... I'm not sure yet, almost anyone could give a decent blowjob..." He trailed off for a moment, smirking as I nearly vibrated in place right there in my living room. "But only the best toys can dance for me, ride me with their tits in my face until I fill them up. Can you do that?"

I had never danced before, not like he was asking, too shy— but I was an object with an owner to please! "Of course I can! I'll ride you until my legs give out if you want!"

"Maybe not quite that far..." He slipped his pants off, sitting back down with his legs lazily opened, giving me a full view of his *cock~* "Dance and I'll see if you're worth having my dick in your holes.”

I gave a sloppy salute and a giggly, “Yes, Master!”

Edward—

The moment the words left my lips, her hips began swaying almost on their own. Gyrating with a sensual energy that wasn't there mere seconds before. Her salute became a graceful sweep of the arm down and to the side before rising again to tweak her own nipples. Monica had been many things today, eager, enthusiastic, forward, sexy, lust inducing. Unfortunately ‘sensual’ hadn't been one of them so far. Too shy, that girl. But with a mere adjustment, thanks to the body writing clause I'd completely accidentally added to my contract, her body moved in fluid, enticing motions as she enchanted me with her hips.

“Do you, hehehe! Like, enjoy what you see?”

She also couldn't contain her voice anymore. Before, she could give some yelps of excitement when I gave her an order, or as things got going, but now she was giggling every couple of seconds. Her body moved with a grace and arousal it hadn't seen before, and yet her reaction was one of girlish giggles and brilliant blushes.

But those blushes sure weren't of shame, as her hips slowly got closer to mine, Monica turned around to show me her toned ass. My erection jumped up at its sight. She came closer and touched my dick with her ass cheeks, still moving up and down hypnotically.

She began pumping my cock as it sat between her cheeks with such amazing proficiency I simply couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe writing some words on her skin gave her the skills of an elite level stripper. My mind couldn't wander too far, however, as my body longed for hers. My hips moved in time with hers, up and down, gyrating left to right, her pumping my cock so good with her ass that it was starting to shine as I coated it in my precum.

"That's enough Monica. I want to be inside you right now!" I demanded.

Monica—

"Yes! Stuff your cock in me~" I struggled to angle myself properly, squealing as his cock head slipped inside then popped right back out. Jolting me, and making him grunt as he grabbed my hips.

This time, his cock slid home, stretching me open, forcing my hungry lil pussy to take him to the base. My butt settled on his thighs, the warm feeling of our skin touching made my breaths come even more rapid. My heart pounded in anticipation as he pulled me closer, his chest to my back, his strong hands landing on my lower belly, feeling it trembling as I shuddered around his cock.

"Uhhn~ hehe!" I groaned and giggled as I sat straight and leaned into my Master's chest. "You're in me~ My pussy is around your Cock! This is awesome!"

"It is indeed." He slapped my ass, not hard enough to hurt, just focus all of my remaining attention. "Now ride me like the slut you are."

"Yes Master!"

My unsteady legs found the strength to lift me up, my pussy let go reluctantly, squeezing on the way up until his flared head was all that was left inside. I dropped, ass clapping into his thighs.

"Ahn~"

Up again, down again, slower, faster, rolling and grinding at the bottom, clenching at the top, trying new things with every motion, listening for his approval. I settled into a slower pace, barely moving an inch up and down, the burning in my thighs secondary to the wet heat in my pussy.

After what felt like an hour but was probably a handful of minutes, he stopped me, hands gliding up to my heaving chest to cup my boobs.

"Hah? Master?"

"You're doing wonderful, fantastic — best toy I could own." I nearly came just from hearing that. One hand reached to the side and came back to write something on my arm, I couldn't tell what. "I just wanted to make things even better for my property."

Huh? How could this get— !!!

His hands went from cupping my boobs to mauling them, pulling from the base to the nipples like he was milking me, tugging and twisting, pinching and slapping and jiggling—

"Ahhhnnnha!" I came on his cock. My tits were as sensitive as my pussy, nipples like a pair of clits, just feeling him playing with his property as he wished was enough to get me going again.

He yanked me up and I obeyed, noodle-legs straightening, the head of his cock just barely within my spasming slit. "You came from that?"

"Y-yeshhh."

"I suppose I can forgive it this first time, but from now on, let me know before you cum—" He pulled me back down and bit my earlobe before whispering. "I decide when and how you cum."

"Yes, Master! I'm sorry!"

He squeezed both of my tits in his hands. "Make me cum!"

Edward—

I was torn on what to do, experience what would likely be the best orgasm of my life— or continue to watch the magnificent sight of an exhausted toy bounce on my dick.

Though it seemed the limits of reality would have their say, as Monica twitched and shuddered once more as her left leg gave out completely, all her weight shifting to me or her other leg.

I reached out to steady her shoulders, a worried curiosity building. "Is my toy too tired to play?"

A whine escaped from her mouth as, even then, she continued riding me, with a myriad of pleasurable techniques. She didn't want to say yes, she didn't want to disappoint her owner, she wanted to keep going. But I could quite literally see her legs struggling to keep up.

So I picked her up and turned around. Threw her laying on the couch, not enough to hurt, but enough for her to feel handled, used. I straddled her hips and began riding, exiting and entering her marvelous folds.

She had a look of delirious relaxation, now that she wasn't exerting herself trying to satisfy me, she enjoyed the pleasures I brought her immensely. Shame I was about to shatter that.

"Did I say you could rest? I told you to make me cum, and you're just laying there? C'mon, put those hips to work!"

Once again, the moment the words left my lips, her body responded hungrily. Her legs immediately wrapped themselves around me and her hips began moving up and down, syncing to my rhythm exactly.

In this dance of pleasure, we moaned non stop, in and out of each other, the ecstasy kept building and building. I lowered my body to kiss her. On the mouth, on the cheek, on the neck, on the shoulder. I bit her, sucked on her, gave her hickeys, and I marked my property.

Monica had long since lost even the semblance of speech, merely mewling and giggling in encouragement and bliss.

"I'm very close. And when I cum, you'll be cumming with me." I began mauling her tits again, feeling her softness on my finger tips, but also her tensing and shaking down in her pussy. She couldn’t contain so much pleasure anymore.

The feeling of her tits, her tension downstairs, and the eagerness and desperation on her breath are what did it for me. I exploded inside her with a grunt, buried my hips into hers as I unloaded load after load of cum inside my new favorite toy.