Cautious Progression

I desperately want her: I want to kiss her lips, I want suck on the tits I nursed from as a babe, a want to lick her cunt, I want to fuck it. I want her to scream my name with her voice full of love and pleasure. I want to…

A lot of things, I want her very badly and yet even greater than that I fear losing her because the mark rubs off, it messes with memory but how much, and if it is reapplied does memories return? I have no intention of finding out when it comes to Sarah. So what can be done, a much more permanent solution is tattoos. It would need touch ups after a few years but that won’t be hard, especially with her under my twisted loving thrall.

No, the issue comes from how I could apply it. She can’t just get my name tattooed it has to be me…or does it? A burst of inspiration floods me as I make to test something. “Mom, do me a favor, take this sharpie and write my name on your dresser.”

She does what I say and then makes a sound of surprise, “I must be tired dear, so many things that are yours that I’ve been using without your permission.”

“It is okay mom, you don’t have to apologize when you find out you’ve been using something of mine, just clarify what is okay when you do alright?” She nods and I smile. This is perfect, I own her, including her hands. It makes sense that they are just some of my hands and thus can apply my ability. If I can claim a tattoo artist then I can get him or her, preferably a her, to tattoo my mother and anyone I want permanent ownership of. My worry begins to rapidly slow and simmer to a low heat from its previous intensity.

But even if I can’t bring myself to fuck her just yet, nothing says I can’t adjust somethings and bring us closer together. I walk to the entrance of the room to the wall opposite her door and begin to write in full view of my mother.

It reads: “Theodore's House, Rules:

1. Sarah is allowed to enter and use this house however she pleases provided it violates no other rules. Anyone else who enters will do so with permission and shall act as a courteous guest following all rules.
2. No one will think any of these rules are odd or annoying and will not speak of them without showing them to the other person
3. No one can erase these rules or Theodore's name and everyone will ensure they do not accidentally do so
4. As this home’s owner Theodore is allowed to enter any part of it at any time but Sarah may request privacy which he can give or deny at his leisure, additionally Sarah and any guest that is asked by Theodore shall allow themselves to be written on if asked.”

Insurance should something happen secured, I turn to my mother and am glad to see she is clearly reading the rules. I walk back to her and gather my courage, despite this power I am still about to take a small if wonderful step. “Mom, I want us to cuddle together tonight, and every night from now on.”

Sarah stills for a moment before she smiles again and opens her arms wide, “Come here baby, I want to hold you, we can sleep early tonight or stay up holding each other until when we usually sleep anything you want.” Not needing anything more I almost tackle her to the bed and begin to rub my face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and feeling her body against mine. She starts to rub my back and to my slight surprise kiss my neck which I swiftly return.

For what feels like hours the two of us just hold one another as we slow kiss and rub one another, steadily stripping our clothes of until we are both in out underwear. Every new intimacy sending a shudder through me, as I process the rapid increase in our intimacy, and that this is me going slow with my power. I could have her bent over and yet this allows me to savor every thing.

When the two of us finally full on lip kiss I could have sworn I fainted, we are half naked, holding one another, kissing, now french kissing on a bed. I could die happy but eventually we tire and fall asleep in each other's arms.