motherly advice

"Emily... go back... to normal...." I panted, winded from even the short but intense session and shakily pulled out from her, letting my cum dribble out of her and into a puddle she had dripped onto the floor.

I sat back down to catch my breath... and to let my actions really sink in. Likewise, Emily's legs seemed to give out as soon as my orders took affect, her ass was still in the air but her back arched as she went limp panting even harder than I was, and still letting out a few random moans here and there as she caught her own breath.

I couldn't deny how good it felt to be in control, for probably the first time in my life, even if it was only thanks to this random glitch in reality, but post nut clarity brought me back to reality... it always did, and reality was... well I guess that was the other thing I got from this, this was reality now wasn't it? I wasn't just some loser anymore. I was still a degenerate–

"W-well... that was something... Wow." Emily gasped, slowly getting up and sitting down, taking just a moment to avoid the puddle we had made together before spinning around to face me, "I didn't know you could do that to me." She sounded... impressed, the same way she had sounded when I had convinced her to use a free-use trigger word when she was available.

Not exactly what I imagined was a proportional reaction to causing her body to feel an supernatural amount of pleasure at my touch... but I suppose to her they were about the same thing. Just some clever little foibles she'd learned about me. Not a super power just... part of the new deal.

"Sorry about that." I couldn't help myself. I thought I was planning to just enjoy my situation more, to lean into this but... I was slipping again.

Emily's face twitched into a dismissive grimace, I'd already seen it coming though so I was quick to interrupt her,

"It must've been rough to suddenly remember what it was like before I owned you and to still go through all that."

That gave her a bit of pause, the words came a bit more slowly as she took the time to process the words,

"Well... not really? I don't think.... I mean, I'm fine now, but yeah I felt pretty horrified and disgusted before you gave me the best orgasms I've ever had. Plus you even gave me an amazing dessert, I bet it was super low calorie too!" She let out a joking giggle.

She didn't see things the same way I did... nobody did. How long could I keep arguing with myself about morals when I could do whatever I wanted with apparently every woman on earth?

"Yeah. Sure."

"Owner? Is something wrong?" Emily picked up on my disappointment immediately and took on a motherly concern very quickly.

It would've been more comforting if she wasn't calling me owner though.

"I don't think it's possible for you to understand."

"Try me."

I fixed her with a hard, worn out stare, and to my surprise she met it with pure determination, she didn't falter for a moment, just waiting for me to speak.

"The problem is I own you now. I own all women." I let the absurd words hang there, this was exactly when Zoe and Marcus scoffed at me for considering that a problem. Where my own father dismissed me as a grown ass child for playing with women like toys... he actually seemed mad at me for this whole fucked up situation, even just remembering it made my face hot. Nobody understood how messed up this was and I felt like I was losing my mind.

Emily just waited though. She didn't interrupt. She didn't dismiss me. She just waited for me to explain.

I had to look away from her because that kind of attentive sympathy was almost too much for me to handle. I had to blink away some tears as I finally continued,

"Can you even imagine what it's like? One day you're just some loser, nobody relies on, nobody cares about, nobody wants or even needs and then suddenly you're responsible for half the world? And how every decision you make suddenly has so many consequences? I could be ruining your life right now and I'm just too stupid to realize it, all because I'm thinking with my dick!" I wiped away some tears. Frustrated at the situation, frustrated by how alone I was because this same power I was struggling to accept responsibility for, also took away the ability for anyone around me to sympathize because suddenly it was just a fact of life.

I was so sucked into my own mind I didn't even realize Emily had crawled over to me until she sat beside me and wrapped her arms around me.

"Wha–" I was surprised to say the least and instinctively tried to pull away, but she just squeezed tighter.

"I'll admit I can't imagine exactly what it's like... I never imagined playing with your toys could be stressful, but the way you put it, sounds a lot like becoming a parent. It's maybe not as sudden as what you've gone through, but one day the kid arrives and then you're responsible for their entire life and you have to worry about every decision you make, whether you're going to mess them up or not and you're constantly wondering if you've made the right choices. I was lucky enough to plan for both of my kids, but some of my friends weren't and it took them a while to find their footing, it didn't happen over night. Maybe you just need time to figure out how to be a good owner?"

I was so used to being dismissed... not even just for this whole situation, I really didn't know what to say.

"And one thing me and all my friends – not even just the parents actually.... What we all have in common, whether we prepared for it or not, is that none of us can prepare for everything. You're gonna make mistakes no matter what and all you can really do is accept you messed up and try to do better moving forward."

"But I'm not doing better... I keep messing up, I keep getting involved in women's lives."

"And?"

I twisted in Emily's warm, comforting hug, and just glared at her in renewed frustration, of course she was going to dismiss me again... only the face she was making when she met my glare wasn't dismissive, she was practically challenging me,

"What... what do you mean, 'and?'" My voice was starting to crack, "It's wrong to just jump into a person's life and mess everything up only to leave. I just showed up at your door and tried to take you away from your family. That's messed up!"

"Well..." Emily hesitated, apparently choosing her words carefully, "I suppose it's no help if I tell you as my owner that's just a part of life."

"No, it doesn't." It wasn't a question, but I angrily grunted anyways.

"But that first bit's again a lot like what having a kid is like. For the rest of their lives you're not just making decisions for yourself anymore. Hell, if you think about it, marriage is kind of similar too. I don't think anything will be exactly the same so I'm sorry if I can't empathize perfectly, but everybody's life is filled with relationships and interactions that affect others too... maybe you're just looking at this as bigger than it needs to be?"

"How can I not! It's every woman in the world!" I instinctively wrestled out of her grasp... and immediately regretted it. I needed that hug more than I could've imagined, but I couldn't stop myself, this was half the world... hell maybe even all of the world since apparently men couldn't even have sex without my permission anymore. The mere realization started to twist my stomach even more and a panic rose in my throat.

"I'm not saying it's a small thing." Emily cooed, "That's more people than I could possibly imagine but I'm just saying... well, kids don't get to decide their parents and I guess women don't get to decide their owner. You're worried about doing right by all women and that's very noble of you but, all you can really do is your best just like anyone else. You're my owner yes, but you're also just a person, you're going to make mistakes and as a grown up I'll just have to pick myself up and deal with the consequences, just like with the mistakes my parents made. That's just life. Not just for the women you own either, it's your life too, it sounds to me like you're taking this more seriously than you need to though."

I hated myself for crying, but I couldn't stop. Even after I practically **** her, here she was giving my sympathy, life advice and permission to just do whatever I want with her life. She was even pulling me back into a hug after everything I did to her.

I still didn't fully buy into her permissive ideals... or maybe I just didn't want to, but so much of it struck a chord. I very much wasn't prepared for this responsibility, and she was right it was a lot to just wake up to one day. I could just take this one day at a time, I didn't need to figure it out all at once. And maybe she was right when she said this was just a part of life now... I still viewed it as a supernatural calamity, but I was stuck in this position same as she was, so why was I so hung up on every single thing I said or did being life or **** level stakes?

It was going to take more than a single epiphany to completely change my outlook on this new life, my comfort level, my readiness for the responsibilities, but after a good long, and exhausting cry in my neighbour slash sex toy's arms I felt more at peace.

"I still... don't know about any of this but, thanks." I choked out finally pulling away from her. Her shirt had dried considerably during our talk, but I had soaked it again with tears.

"Of course Owner, we're not just owner and toy. We're neighbours, a strong community is meant to come together."

That was definitely weird to hear but it was oddly comforting.

"So unless you'd like a round three, how about I help you clean up and then we can go to bed?"

"I can't ask you to clean up my apartment again after getting you to be my therapist–"

"Nonsense! I'm a mom, I couldn't just let you struggle like that. Besides I helped make the mess. It won't take more than a minute or two."

I wasn't really in the mood the argue and she made plenty of solid points so I helped her find some towels and some cleaning spray and we went about cleaning the half dried puddle we'd left in the middle of my apartment.

In the events preceding, I'd actually forgotten about my order to keep her for the night so it took me by surprise when she asked if it was okay to set an alarm for the morning so she could go back home to get back to her chores. It was less surprising when she asked to steal a shower or if I wanted her to climb into my bed sweaty next. Rather than stress about it this time though, giving her the okay came a lot easier than before. It was still awkward to be giving permission for some of the most basic personal autonomy's, but I didn't feel quite as overwhelmed by the question... maybe I was just too tired to second guess myself.

Tiredness wasn't sleepiness though, unfortunately. I'd tried to lay in bed and just forget about my own humiliating display of remorse after my morally questionable actions, but ignoring everything wasn't easy, especially with nothing but the sounds of running and splashing water reminding me of the last hour, of how the cute neighbour I barely knew was now naked in my apartment, washing my cum from her pussy and getting ready to climb into my own bed with me.

"Thanks for that. I made sure to be quick, I didn't want to use up all your hot water for my shower." Emily sighed with an air of contentment around her as she found her way into my room several minutes later.

She was now wearing her pajamas. A matching baggy long sleeved shirt with baggy pants. Faded baby blue, with barely visible teddy bears spotted all across them. It was a bit more childish than I expected... but it also felt like something a mom should wear. It looked old though, something she'd more than likely had for many years.

"That's fine, whenever you're over you can just treat my place like yours." I quickly permitted, "It's the least I can do ordering you over like this."

"Oh... uh... thanks." She hesitated, stopping mid-step for just a moment while she tried to dry her hair with one of my towels.

It was only then it struck me that she was probably expecting me to shower after her, especially after working up a sweat pounding her... I was committed to being a slob now though, if she wasn't going to call me out on it, admitting it myself would be rude to her kindness... or something.

"Thanks, but you also didn't have a shower cap so I couldn't really risk getting my hair wet anyways. I'd never get this dry before morning if I'd let it get soaked." Evidently she couldn't keep her head completely away from the splashing water but she was right her hair did seem mostly dry.

"You wearing your favourite PJ's tonight?" I coughed, awkwardly trying to steer the conversation away from my own hygiene.

"Hmm? Oh these old things? Sort of? Honestly I haven't worn them in years since my kids were still in diapers I think... but I've had them since before I was even married... I guess they're a little sentimental." Emily stopped halfway into my room when she held her towel out and stopped patting her hair, for a moment she looked confused and opened her mouth to say something, but then seemed to think better of it and just tossed the towel to the floor and crawled into bed with me.

I could only guess she was probably already treating my place like her own.

She must've also seen something on my face that I genuinely couldn't imagine what though because she quickly added,

"I picked these specifically though in case you wanted to mess them up or anything, so don't worry.

"Uh... good to know?" I was honestly caught off guard, even more so since she had just mentioned her kids in the same train of thought... frankly it made me a bit uncomfortable to have the two subjects so closely placed, but I guess it went to show just how mundane exactly her place as property seemed to be to her, and just how absurd it still felt to me.

"Are you still worried about being everyone's owner?" Snuggling up beside me under the covers, hugging my side as easily as she surely cuddled her husband, Emily lifted her head then lifted her eyebrow as she stared at my face.

"S-stop that." I turned my head away growing flustered.

"Stop what?" Emily perked up almost unnaturally at that, like a trained hound waiting for a command.

"Reading my mind." I sighed, forcing myself to relax at the grim reminder of my power.

It helped that Emily let out a friendly, warming giggle though,

"I'm not trying to. Do yourself a favour, don't play poker."

"Hey, I'm great at poker... it's just women that I'm not great with!"

"Hmmm, so not just me?" She put on an affected show of disappointment.

"Well... you're a woman too." It was still a good enough act to make me squirm in my own skin though.

"Not the most convenient thing for someone who owns all women huh?"

"No."

For a long moment that seemed to stretch forever neither of us spoke. It was more likely a minute or two at most before Emily finally spoke up again,

"You're probably gonna need to get used to ordering women around."

"You think?" I scoffed, half-stunned at how... blunt and obvious her statement was, but half of me still didn't like hearing it.

"Yes." Emily's voice was firm and stern, demanding in a way that made me feel eight years old again and I couldn't help but flinch as she lifted her head from my pillow to look me in the eyes, "You said it yourself this is a responsibility, and I'm always trying to teach my kids you can't run away from responsibilities, and the only way to get better at it is to keep doing it as much as you can." As soon as she lowered her head back to the pillow however she squeaked right in my ear, her voice suddenly losing her scolding edge and instead sounding embarrassed, "N-not that I'm trying to treat you like a child. I'm sorry!"

"No, no! You've definitely got a point." I quickly soothed her, with a wry smirk, my eyes now locked on the blank white ceiling.

I wanted to run away from this. I really did with every fiber of my being. It was too much power for any one person, for all the perverted fantasies it inspired there was an actual consequence for each of them and I just didn't want that weight on my shoulders. But I didn't have a choice and not making a choice was still a choice with it's own consequences that were going to weigh on me too. Besides how could I even be sure I could run away?

"You also had a point about trying my best. I definitely haven't been, but also I'm not sure what my best even could be? What's actually good when it comes to ordering people around like objects?"

Emily gave a low, thoughtful hum into my ear that sent a tickle down my spine before softly mumbling,

"I'm not sure exactly, but since you're the first person ever to own women–"

"Well, people have owned slaves throughout history." I blurted out autistically.

Even I knew it was socially unacceptable to talk about the **** trade during pillow talk but Emily's hand tensing up on my chest her her rising up over me like a paralysis demon really drove home how out of pocket I'd been as she glowered at me angrily,

"I am not a ****! I'm your property! That's completely different!"

I really wanted to ask her different how, but I quickly thought better of it,

"I know, I know, I just meant, I'm not the first person to own someone else."

"Do you want me to be your ****?" Emily wasn't completely mollified by my excuse, instead turned gravely serious.

She certainly didn't look happy as she asked the question, frustrated even, but she wasn't angry anymore. There was resignation in her eyes, even if there was a scowl on her face. Her lips were tight but she kept her mouth flat and neutral.

"No. We can stick with property... for now." I wasn't sure why I added that last bit, or what the difference even seemed to be in her mind, but I felt a thrill run up my cock at saying it, despite how embarrassed I was at apparently putting my foot in my mouth.

Other than flinching at the ominous end Emily seemed to visibly relax and cautiously settled back down at my reassurance and with a heavy sigh and a bit of **** still in her voice she continued,

"Anyways, I was saying, you're the first person to own every single woman on earth. Even if you can find something similar," She put extra emphasis on the last word and I could feel her staring daggers into me, "I think you ultimately get to decide what being a good owner of all women means exactly."

"Not to bring up slavery again... but It was honestly on my mind as what not to do you know?" I meekly mumbled.

"Well obviously. It's one thing if you want to play **** games with your toys, but actually turning people into slaves is disgusting. It's good you're thinking of that though." Emily slowly softened her tone as she seemed to finally grasp I wasn't intentionally trying to make her uncomfortable.

"I guess it's just something to start from... even if you're right and I get to decide what's right and wrong here... I just don't know where to even begin...."

"Well you've already got a starting point of what not to do, so what about starting on –" Emily stifled a yawn right in my ear, reminding me just how long I was keeping her up... interrupting her life path in a way – before finishing, "what is good or positive or whatever... the opposite of bad." She was starting to mumble a little bit as she lost her train of thought.

She was tired. She had responsibilities and here I was keeping her up with my problems....

"Is there anything you'd actually enjoy being ordered to do?" I grumbled, my own mind wandering back to my doubts and self-resentment.

"Giving me mind shattering orgasms was pretty great." Emily didn't even miss a beat before answering in the same tired voice she had just begun slipping into.

It was so quick and confident it snapped me out of my spiral like a slap in the face. It was now my turn to lift up in the bed and stare at her in shock. However Emily made it a little bit difficult by letting out a whiny groan and weakly pawing at my chest to try and keep me down,

"Nooo, don't get up...."

While her efforts to keep me down were weak they were effective in making laying down beside her much more compelling than staring at her in surprise. As I quickly flopped back down I had to ask,

"You actually enjoyed that?"

"Yes."

"Because I made you enjoy it though...."

"Yes."

"Answer me honestly, if you were still unaware I was your owner, you still hated me for everything would you be saying the same thing?"

"...probably."

I started to get up again, but this time Emily grabbed the front of my shirt, scrapping her nails against my chest even through the fabric and I stopped.

"I mean if you're asking if I'd be okay never being able to think about anything but your cock inside me again that sounds like a horrible way to live... but that kind of pleasure... the kind only you can give –" another yawn interrupted her, "you could've ordered me happy... instead you made me happy... by ****...."

Did she have a **** fetish? I winced at the thought, suddenly remembering Claudia's hypno fetish. It would've been too convenient if that was what she meant. She was tired and struggling for words, I couldn't read every positive reaction I got being from some hidden fetish I just randomly managed to tickle by chance.

"I'm not sure everyone would enjoy it the same way."

"Maybe not... but you can play with women's minds as well as bodies... that's probably something –" another yawn, "right? Oh my, I was worried I wouldn't be able to sleep at all here but I'm beat."

I took that as her politely trying to ask me to shut up so she could finally sleep, she had to get up early after all and I was already dragging her to an unfamiliar place and disrupting her routine and she already looked like she was always exhausted when she was at her best.

"Do you usually sleep well?" I asked, sitting up despite her protests this time.

Her eyes opened up a bit wider as she started to slowly focus on me, fighting off her tiredness as best she could now,

"As best I can I suppose...."

Basically a no.

"Emily, this is an order, I want you to fall into a deep, restful sleep tonight. The best sleep of your life and I don't want you to wake up for anything except your alarm."

"I can try," Emily flashed a look of confusion at the rather odd order, "I supp...ose..." She blinked and her eyes only opened up halfway as her words started to slur, "...how... tho...." She shut her eyes again and just started to breath peacefully.

I just watched with bated breath as I waited for her to slip up. To start laughing at having tricked me, something that told me I couldn't do this. But she didn't stir, she just laid there, apparently fast asleep.

When I finally let out a breath I gave a quiet laugh, still trying not to wake her. It didn't seem plausible I could just turn someone off like that but thinking about it, I'd turned Claudia's roommate into an unmoving, oblivious table, I'd driven Emily's senses wild with an order, and wasn't this exactly what hypnotherapy was? They were always saying they'd fall into a deep sleep on T.V shows, where did that come from if it wasn't based on hard facts and reality? This would surely have been less of a leap of logic than everything else I did... right?

I so desperately wanted to believe that... curing insomnia or even mental illnesses in exchange for sexual servitude? I might not feel so awful about that... but I couldn't help but wonder if it was that easy... I always missed something important, this was too big a deal to be that simple... surely....

"Emily?" I spoke firmly.

Nothing.

"Emily!" Again, this time louder.

Nothing.

I paused for just a moment, but after everything I'd done so far I decided to just say fuck it and grabbed one of her breasts, giving it a squeeze through her shirt.

Nothing.

I started to pinch her nipples and again, she didn't so much as gasp, it was like she was dead to the world, save for the rise and fall of her chest.

I felt myself starting to get turned on again at just groping and toying with her sleeping body, but then a thought struck me, the first problem I'd missed.

With some **** hesitation I squeezed her nose and immediately she started breathing through her mouth. With my heart pounding I covered her mouth with my other hand...

After a couple seconds she began to stir in her sleep, trying to move her head away from whatever was blocking her from breathing, when I kept my hand there she tried rolling over in her sleep, but as I followed her she twisted the other way. It was... technically a struggle but it had no urgency, it was just what I imagined a restless sleep looked like.

I'd only covered her mouth and nose for a few seconds before I released her with a pained sigh of my own as she resumed breathing like nothing had happened.

It was at least a relief to know she probably wouldn't **** on her tongue or smother herself in her sleep thanks to a poorly worded order but she hadn't woken up despite only just falling asleep moments ago. There was a lot that could go wrong with only having one trigger to waking up... just how many other problems could I have missed?

This was immediately beginning to feel like another fuck up. I tried to calm myself down and remind myself I was just trying my best, and to just learn from my mistakes, but low self-esteem and anxiety didn't go away just like that....

Still, looking at her sleeping form, completely shut off from the world. I couldn't help but start to get excited. When I had mauled her breasts she hadn't reacted, she would clearly sleep through anything.... What was the worst that could happen in a single night with me watching over her anyways?