Well, mom's always available.

I twisted the marker in my hands as I licked my suddenly dry lips.

I don't even know if this would work on people, last I checked slavery was illegal, but... well, let's just say I have a certain fetish for control, so the idea was extremely tempting.

I certainly wasn't going to walk up to a random person on the street and try to claim them without knowing for sure exactly what I was getting into, so I needed a ... test subject.

I glanced back at the house. Mom was already annoyed at me today, but she was my mom. She'd at worst make me do all the chores she did if I thoroughly pissed her off today, so she was the safe option.

But then again, she was as I said my mom, was I sure I could just... claim her as mine?

I felt my dick harden at the thought, and I licked my lips again.

Well, I suppose I can forgive myself. After all, as long as I was a responsible owner what did it matter if I owned her or not?

Hell I don't even know if it'll work on people.

But no matter, now I've got to figure out how I'm going to write on her without getting smacked...