Moving Gwen in

Once the last of your cum had made its way out from between Gwen's legs she proceeded to get to work cleaning up the mess. It didn't take her long. She clearly did know what she was doing and the sight of her naked while she cleaned wasn't disappointing either. But what do you do now? Since entering this new reality, fucking and claiming Jason's mother was as far as you had thought. With the addition of ‘female ownership’ this world seems to be the same as the old one. The events of the past have changed, but they all seem to have lead to the same outcomes. Like being friends with Jason and his mother not liking you. In this case you do probably still have your job and your collage classes should still be a thing. How could both of those changed? In fact, whats happened to your own family, the Doe's. Your father must own your mother but what about your sisters. Are they owned by anyone, does dad own them. If something should happen to your father, does ownership transfer to you. Like had happened with Jason and his mother.

Your eyes wandered through the room, as you thought this all over. Eventually, your eyes fell on Gwen picking up her luggage. Maybe it would be best to get her properly settled into her new home first and then figure out how much of your life has been altered. Having finished cleaning a minute ago she was already carrying three of her five suitcases toward your bedroom. You followed suit, picking up the remaining two cases.

You entered your bedroom placing Gwen's things down onto the bed. When you looked to her she seemed surprised and you could have sworn you caught a smile from her before she returned to the same blank expression. You guess she hadn't expected you to bother helping. Of course, you didn't really care about how she felt, she was yours now. However, you had found out from Lisa, and some Reddit threads, that it isn't uncommon for sluts to become rebellious. Jason had said his mothers dislike to you might lead to some resistance for anything other then sex. Even though you have no memory of it, Jason had let you fuck his mother before, so sex probably isn't much of a change for her. But it might be problematic to get Gwen to do other things if she doesn't lighten up a little.

Lisa had said it took a while for her to warm up to her owner. She had recommended establishing dominance early based on her own experience. You weren't sure if what you'd done just now was enough, especially comparing it to Lisa whose owner had tied her to the bed. Though like Gwen had said she's been more sheltered than most women, so the way you just fucked her was probably pretty domineering.

On the other hand, Lisa has taken a fairly good liking to you even though you just met. It didn't take multiple days and you didn't have to tie her down. Maybe it's different because you don't have ownership over her, but in any case, all you did was talk about women more like they are people and less like toys. Something you were already use to, having not been from this world originally. So if anything, the secret to owning a slut is finding the perfect balance between person and fucktoy.

In actuality that's probably easier said than done. If you treat her too much like an object, she won't listen out of spite. Give her too much freedom and she won't want to give it up. This is going to be hard. Though, part of you did like how Gwen glared at you. Before you owned her you hated how she looked down on you, but now that's suddenly changed. It doesn't bother you and in fact it kind of turns you on more, having power over someone who wants nothing to do with you.

As your mind returns to reality, you see Gwen had opened the three cases she carried in. They were all full of various clothing, the last one mainly comprised of shoes. She was currently standing in front of your closet, trying to find space for her clothing. Gwen let out a sigh.

"There's not a lot of room in here. What should I do with my clothes?" She asked, spinning around to face you, her black hair and breasts swaying with the motion.

You took in her naked form for a moment. The only clothing on her being one of Chrissy's old **** collars and Gwen's plastic wedding ring, a bright red LED resting were a diamond would normally be.

"I can make more room if I throw out some old crap, but...yeah, a lot of your clothes are gonna have to go." You replied, walking over to the closet. "You won't be wearing anything that often anyways."

"Yeah...right." Gwen's voice trailed off, her posture shrinking a little.

"Why don't you go put all your shoes by the front door. I'll deal with the closet situation." You couldn't help yourself from giving Gwen's ass a nice slap as she walked off.

You were surprised at just how much extra space you were able to make in the closet. Now it's just a matter of what stays and what goes. Rummaging through her things it was pretty much what you expected, generic, bland mother clothes. By this point Gwen had returned so you had her model a few outfits before finalizing any decisions. In the end you kept all of her nightgowns, skirts, and dresses as they were the sexiest clothing she had. All her underwear was plain so you kept half of them. You threw the few shorts and leggings she had into the closet along with all of her tank tops and camisoles. Finally, you decided to let Gwen pick the last few outfits she wanted to keep before throwing everything else into garbage bags.

"Alright! What's next?" You asked, pointing to the two remaining suitcases.

Gwen opened them up. One was full of some jewelry, makeup, and perfume. The other had a hair brush, tooth brush, blow dryer, tampons, and some other odds and ends. As your slut went to put her jewelry into the night stand drawer, two items specifically caught your attention. She had brought two pictures with her. One was a picture of Jason from a few years ago. By the quality of the photo you guessed it was his high school graduation photo. With how much he stays inside that's probably one of the only photos she has of him. The second picture you thought was of Gwen and Jason, but the mood of the photo didn't seem right. You had found out that even though this world was very sexual it didn't make everyone into incestuous people. Jason owned his mother, but he didn't do anything sexual with her. Though, Jason did say he is 'vanilla' so maybe **** is a slightly more common place now. Plus Gwen looked to young for that to be Jason beside her. That's when it finally hit you.

"This your previous owner?" You held the picture up for Gwen to see.

"You know Jason was my previous owner. You just bought me from him didn't you." Her voice and face was still relatively blank as she reached for the photo.

"Yeah, but I think we both know he wasn't much of an owner. I'm talking about before Jason." You handed the picture to her.

"His names David. He was my husband, not my owner." She looked at the photo for a long while, smiling, before returning her attention to you.

"Isn't that the same thing?" You asked, now a little confused.

"I loved....no, love David and he loved me." Gwen grabbed the picture of her son from the case, placing both on the night stand by the bed. "I...I don't love you and I never will. You and him are not the same. You don't own me the way he owned me!" Her voice grew stronger as she spoke, practically yelling the last few words.

Gwen reached over the bed, pulling the suitcase of jewelry toward her. Her body seemed tense as she opened the night stand drawer and began arranging the jewelry inside.

"I didn't know it was that big of a deal."

Things stayed quite as you thought about what had just been said. You suppose she was right. You and David are not the same. Even though David, and even Jason, had once had the same official government ownership forms that you now hold, he was still different. David had gained his ownership of Gwen through a marriage. You would assume that in this world both partners still need to agree to the arrangement with the iconic 'I do'. So even though Gwen was a woman and thus always destined to be a **** in this world, she had gotten to choose who she was enslaved to, unlike with you. You had simply bought Gwen from her son. She had no say in the matter. You weren't even the first person to lust after her. Jason had been threatened by various people but in the end he sold her to you. You're not the greatest guy in the world, but you're no asshole and Jason can see that even if Gwen can't. It may take a while but you're sure Gwen will become more excepting over time.

You helped carry the last of her things into the bathroom. You didn't have very much stuff in there so she had plenty of room to fit everything.

"Great! You're all moved in now." You smiled to Gwen by way of the mirror.

She didn't replay, simply glared at you through the mirror with her gray-green eyes.

"How about you go make us some lunch. I'm starving."

"I won't do it naked." She shot back.

"You can put on a bra and panties, if you'd like."

With that you followed your slut out. She turned toward the bedroom, while you went for the living room. Siting on the couch you chuckled to yourself having suddenly realized you'd only been wearing a shirt this entire time. You never bothered to put your pants back on after fucking Gwen. Reaching for them you felt the pocket vibrate. You got a text, but from who?

Author Note: I'd like to know what people are thinking. If you have any ideas for what the MC's family should be like or what his job is or what his classes are like leave a comment. I was thinking an older and younger sister, maybe just turned 18 and available to be claimed. Also I remembered there was that female claim form the MC had in the beginning. I'd like to bring that back, maybe use it to get another slut or something.