Some interior designing

While Jennifer was freshening up, you spent the time watching random stuff on the TV. It didn’t take long for her to get ready, though. A few skipped shows later she came into the living room, where you’ve been sprawled on the couch. She was still wearing her robe that greatly accentuated her bouncy attributes. Each step sent her boobs flying to the side, almost spilling out of her now tied robe. Her thick and shapely thighs collided with her buttcheeks, as they shifted forward and then stayed behind her moving figure. Finally with the last step, she stopped in front of you, almost posing.

“What’s the plan now, sir?” theoretically she wasn’t disrespectful towards you, but it was a far cry from how you wanted your property to treat you.

“First of all, from now on I want you to address me as your master. And secondly, I want you on your knees awaiting my bidding, you dirty slut.” you answered your ****, while sitting up in your seat.

Jennifer bowed her head, kneeled down on the carpet, and once in position, said “I’m sorry, master. This humble **** is ready to serve you with utmost respect.”

You watched the submissive woman with a cocky grin on your face. But after a few seconds you returned to watching the TV. You didn’t really care what was on the big screen, but you wanted to humiliate your little MILF. You were done with her snarky attitude. You now felt like having an obedient **** at your feet. Speaking of feet. You didn’t feel like keeping them on the floor. And you always wanted a human footrest.

“Cumslut, I don’t want you kneeling there, being all useless.” she looked up at you “What can this **** do for her master?”

“Bring your fat ass here, I want to rest my feet on your curvy body.” and so she did. Without standing up, she crawled to you with a seductive look, but you didn’t really know, because you paid more attention to her swinging tits. She stopped in front of you, on all fours and her ass raised up high. But you didn’t put your feet on her back, yet.

“Drop your robe, do you think I want to look at that disgusting piece of clothing?” she looked at you knowingly and answered “Of course not, master. Please, look at this slut’s naked body to your heart’s content.”

Dropping the robe to the floor, Jennifer revealed her naked backside, but before you rested your legs on her, one last thing stopped you briefly. There, on her lower back, was your name written with a black sharpie. Of course, you had known that it was there, you personally wrote it.

With your legs now stretched across Jennifer’s bent back, you pretended to watch the TV for a while. In truth, though, you were admiring the athletic body of Jake’s mother. Her round butt was so smooth and clean, that it reflected the morning sunlight coming through the window.

You wondered how your best friend would react if he left his room now. The door to his room was practically in front of you, and the only thing standing in between the door and you, was the butt-naked woman turned into a piece of furniture, with “Elliot” written on her lower back.

Ah, that’s right, the writing was completely visible to anyone standing behind the woman. Not just now, but anytime she didn’t cover her back. Considering people only realized the implications of your power when they saw the writing, you didn’t like the idea of crowds of people getting confused and asking you questions when they saw your writing in a public place. It would probably be easier to explain why the slightly older woman was acting like your **** than explaining that you actually own her. You had to move the text to a less visible spot. A spot that no one would be able to see, unless you allowed it.

Standing up, you circled the table-like Jennifer a few times. One of your ideas was to put the new writing under one of her breasts, so others would only be able to see it if she lifted her tit. Another one was to write your name next to her crotch, but that wouldn’t be very aesthetic, you thought. Finally, you decided that you’d take inspiration from Andy, from Toy Story. Just like him you would write your name on the bottom part of your toy’s foot. The spot wasn’t perfect, but you liked the idea. And since there aren’t any beaches in your town, it would only become tricky if you decided to go with Jennifer to the swimming pool.

One thing you weren't sure about was if the power would maintain even after you removed the mark. You didn't want your best friend's mother to suddenly break out of the ownership spell and start freaking out. This was something that needed experimenting with anyway. But just to be safe you decided you'd first write your name on her foot before wiping away the one on her back.

“Get up, now.” you simply ordered.

“Thank you, master. This **** has learned her place now.” your **** expressed her gratitude respectfully.

“Good. Now come with me, my dear ****.” you grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway.

…

Some time later, you and Jennifer stepped out of the bathroom one last time. Everything seemed to have worked out fine. There was no trace of your name on her lower back anymore. Your ****’s naked body looked totally clean of any marks. At least until she lifted her leg high enough. There, on her sole, was your newly and carefully written name. This time you had all the time you needed, so you made sure that the text was easily readable, unlike the previous one...

It was time to get Jennifer dressed, and to go about your day. She usually dressed nicely, but today you wanted her to look stunning. So you two went through her wardrobe, and once you made your choice, you let her put the clothes on.

You chose a sexy red strappy top, that showed a lot of cleavage, but also revealed her midriff and her lower back. Of course, there wasn’t any bra underneath, so her nipples stuck out through the shirt’s material. For her lower body, you decided to go with tight jeans that hugged her hips nicely. It wasn’t all, however. Once Jennifer turned around, the observer was in for a surprise. There were minimalistic G-String red panties barely sticking out of her pants. It was hard to call them panties actually. They were more like two red strings connected over her asscrack and disappearing deep down behind the jean material. The look was finished with red high heel shoes.

Oh right, you forgot to mention one more thing. The silver butt plug still rested deep in Jennifer’s asshole. Not that anyone would see it. Unless?

…

15 minutes later Jennifer had put a light make-up on and was fully ready to leave. You stood in front of the front door putting your shoes on, when Jennifer kneeled beside you.

“Where would you like to take me now, my master?”

“I’m glad you’re so into your new role, my little cumslut.” you praised her and were met with a genuine smile.

“I want to visit my house now. I think we’ve spent enough time here for now.”

And with that you set off.