What does it mean to own a person?

If you own a pencil, you can use it to write; if someone else wants to use the pencil, they have to ask for permission. If someone uses your pencil without permission, the person can apologize, ask if they can keep using it, or offer to give it back. The same pattern repeats with every inanimate object, from a house to a computer. You understand how owning a lifeless object works because you've owned objects- clothes, phones, school supplies- all your life. The only thing you're power changed is how you acquire new objects.

However, you've never owned a person, so you're not sure what the rules are. The closest thing you can equate owning a person to is having a pet, but with pets, there are rules. You can't beat your pet, for instance, or you will go to jail for animal ****. You certainly can't fuck your pet, or the authorities will charge you with ****.

If you can't fuck Amanda and Emma, claiming them is pointless. Can you fuck them? You have five hours to experiment. It's two o'clock now. Amanda mentioned her husband would be home by seven. Step into the yard and close the gate behind you so no nosy neighbors can look in.

Taking things slow has worked so far. Don't start your discussion by asking the mother-daughter pair if you can have a threesome with them. Instead, give them a chance to explain, in their own words, what being owned by you means and what you can do with them.

They are perplexed by your question. Amanda tells you that you can do anything you want to them. Her answer is promising, but you press them harder. Again, don't start by asking them anything overtly sexual. Experiment with something safe but profound. "Can I change your names? If I want to call you something else, can I?"

If you can change the name of the women you claim- a core part of their identity- it would be a tremendous demonstration of your control over them. Simultaneously, the question is conservative enough that if you asked a random woman this question, they would think you're odd, but they wouldn't call the cops. Consequently, you deem it safer than immediately groping Emma.

"You want to rename us?" Emma asks. You don't get a chance to reply before Amanda answers your question. "You can. It might take some time to adapt to our new names, but we'll do our best. Is this hypothetical, or do you really intend to rename us?"

"I think-" Cut yourself off. You own both these women. You can afford to be confident. "From now on, until I say otherwise, you will answer to Titania."

Despite the lackadaisical reason you initially chose the name, the moniker of the Faerie Queen of Summer fits Amanda well. Her hair- somewhere between brown and red- is warm enough to fit the theme, and with her enormous bosom, you are going to make her a Queen of your harem. Moreover, it gives you a theme to follow. An image flickers in your mind- a promise, not a dream. You picture Amanda kissing a platinum blonde with ice blue eyes- Mab, your Faerie Queen of Winter.

You learn you can change their names. What about something more fundamental? "Can I order you to think certain things? Titania, you-" should you use past or present tense? "-are married, right?"

"I am."

"What's your husband's name?"

"James."

"I want you to forget everything about James- when you met, what your wedding was like, your first argument and reconciliation- everything." A second passes. "Titania, what's the name of your husband?"

Her brow furrows, and you see her struggle to recall details about the man to whom she pledged her life. It takes her a minute to surrender. "I don't remember."

So your power extends to memory as well. If you can affect memory, there is no reason you can’t change the personalities of the women you claim.

What you're seeing is much more extensive than mere ownership. You have god-like control over every aspect of the person you own. Compared to what you can do- have already done- merely touching your property seems tame. Still- verify. "Can I touch you?"

"Our bodies belong to you. Of course, you can touch us." Titania answers, but it's not Titania you touch. The last thing you verify is that you don't need to ask permission to play with your property. Reach out and pull Emma to you.

The way Emma had first approached you- hands covering her bosom, shoulder slumped- clues you to the fact she's not as outgoing as her mother. During the discussions, she hung back and let her mom do the talking. You were also okay with putting her aside while you checked what your abilities could do to a person. Now though, you seize the holy grail.

Grope Emma's ass. "Is this okay too?"

To your delight, neither mother nor daughter reacts poorly to you sexually assaulting Emma. "We belong to you," for the first time, Emma answers instead of her mother. "If you want to use us for sex, then I guess that's your choice."