On the road

I had been fondling her right breast for a good few minutes now. She had made no objections or complaints, but I noticed she always tried to keep her hands on the wheel or the gear the entire time. I had run my hand across her leg too, as well as tried to kiss her neck and breast. Besides some light moaning of satisfaction, her only complaint, or even comment the entire time, was when she asked me to not remove my seatbelt when I tried to position myself better. After I was satisfied with all my modest probing of her body, I decided to ask:

"So, I guess it is safe to say that you are my newest friend and property, right?"

"It very much is, my owner." She responded with a pleasant smile on her lips. "Are you enjoying all the caressing you have been doing?"

"I am enjoying it a lot.” Now that I had explored most of her body that our restricted positions on the car would allow, specially without removing our seatbelts, I was content to just be kneading her breast for the moment. “I have calmed down from that scare of crossing a red light, facing an intimidating police officer (that is you) and getting a ticket. I’m glad the only thing I’ll be taking home from all of that is just a new friend (that is also you)."

She chuckled when I called her intimidating, but she frowned at my final comment

"But owner, you do understand that you still have to pay that ticket, right?" My blood froze at that answer. "Me realizing I was your property afterwards doesn't exempt you from... well, for a lack of a better term, paying for your crimes." My hand froze alongside my blood as well. Stopped mid boob.

She let out a small laugh at my reaction and at that little joke she pulled. It wasn't sweet like Aly's, it was strong and deep, coming from a place of confidence in her sense of humor, like she knew she should be laughing here and almost challenged you to try and prove her wrong.

"Ah, but don't worry, I can pay for it from my own pocket, I can spare that." My relief was enormous and my day was no longer ruined. As a student with an internship, you can imagine I wasn't making any crazy amount of money, just enough to cover for my own food and transportation, a couple nights out with friends and a nice treat at the end of the month, like a book on existentialism or about a great mouse detective. So having this big expense would drain my pockets almost instantly, or even worse, **** my mom to get involved and have to pay for it.

"Thanks a lot for volunteering to do it. But at the same time, I don't feel like I should **** you to pay this." I started to slowly move my hand around her right breast again.

"Don't worry about it, owner, that’s what friends are for.” The way she said it made me chuckle, which just made it easier for her to keep that confident smile on her lips. “Besides, I am officially your property now, which means everything that was once mine, is now yours. And that includes my money, so any expense you might need, don't ever hesitate to ask me or any others you might own." That one gave me pause. Was that why Aly had insisted she pay for our food yesterday and the groceries this morning? I couldn't just not ask more.

"Wait, so that means that all you guys own just instantly, maybe even magically, transfers over to me?"

"Hum... not really, it is more as if we donated or offered our stuff to you.” She still kept her hands firm on the wheel, occasionally only moving them to change gears. “There's nothing legally binding you to the stuff, unlike your binding of us. But it is our deepest desire (or at least it is mine, since I can only speak for myself) that my owner gets everything he wishes, so everything in my power to give you, that you want to receive or use, is now yours. In other words, everything I own IS now yours, it's just more of a case of ‘I'm giving it to you as it becomes relevant.’"

That one gave me a goddamn pause. These women were so devoted to me that they wanted to give me everything they had, not just their time, but their will, their bodies and even all of their possessions.

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What the fuck was that devil thinking?! I just wanted some friends to not be lonely! And now I was dealing with a complicated and increasingly morally complex situation?

"Owner, are you alright? You are squeezing my breast very hard and staring angrily at the window." I immediately let go of her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, I’m very resilient.” She said this with a glint in her eye and that confident smile. I couldn’t tell if it was because she was proud of being able to withstand some pain, or maybe because she was making a dirty joke to try and get a rise out of me. Possibly both?

After a few seconds of me looking out the window and not saying anything else, she prompted me.

"Do you not wish to have all you want? Do you want to pay that bill yourself?"

"No, it's just... I don't want you guys ruining your savings or your futures just because I want something. It would make me feel bad."

"Don't worry, I will make sure it doesn't happen."

Was that a response to an order? Did I just accidentally order her to be careful and not spend her savings just to satisfy me? Ugh, this was starting to feel like trying to predict someone's move on chess, or a strategy game. All the mental gymnastics were fine when I wanted to do it earlier to figure out the situation with Aly, but now it felt like these girls' financial futures depended on a slip of the tongue.

"Officier Bianca, you will never financially ruin yourself because of any order I give. You will also make sure this doesn't happen for any other people I might own, as well as passing on this order itself to them."

"Understood owner. Just note that I still want to give you everything I own, your order just prevented me from spending all my money on you or your requests. But all my material possessions are still fair game." That was a good enough compromise and I was happy with that. Crisis averted for now, phew.

"But owner, you don't have to call me Officer Bianca, or even Bianca. We're friends now, you can call me Bi." And at that, she laughed at herself like she was telling a joke, that strong and confident laugh from earlier.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that my name can be shortened to 'Bi' , which can be my nickname. But I'm also bisexual, which can be another reason to call me 'bi'. And this all gives you two reasons to call me 'bi', which could make me 'bi bi'..."

As she was laughing a lot, a sweeter and more genuine laugh started to come out, at one point she even made one of those guttural sounds you only get with true laughs, the ones people try to supress most of the time in polite situations. When that sound came out of her mouth, however, Bi tensed up on the wheel and went quiet.

“Sorry. It was weird that I laughed hard like that. It wasn’t even a good joke.”

“It’s ok, you can laugh at whatever you want. I’m not going to judge you or your sense of humor.” I tried to assuage her, but she just stayed tense and silent on the wheel. Several silent and awkward minutes passed.

We were approaching home by now and there was one question that was bugging me from the beginning. I had been meaning to ask Aly, but there seemed to always be something more important at the moment. Now was just as good a time as any to ask this to any of my new friends, especially if it would take her mind off of whatever it is that just happened.

"Bi, where did you get this certificate, anyway?" I knew the real answer, of course. They were produced by the devil I had made a contract with, but how did these women get a hold of it, or at least how do they think they did?

"Oh, it was delayed in the mail." Bi said, like this was the most natural answer in the world. That... wasn't the answer I was expecting.

"What do you mean?"

"It was supposed to have arrived I don't know how long ago, but I only got it this morning."

This couldn't possibly be true, I had only made the deal two nights ago. But then again, this whole contract was rewriting reality so these girls, everyone around them and even people far away would be ok with the concept of me, specifically, owning people like they were objects. It wasn't far-fetched at all that it was also rewriting reality to give them a reason for getting caught up in all of this.

"And why did you decide to buy it in the first place?"

"It was one of those impulse buys, you know? Your life is getting a bit stale and you want to spice it up."

"Could you tell me where you bought it?" There's no harm in testing how far this new reality will stretch for the excuse.

"I don't think I can, it was late at night and I was drunk. Usually people wake up to regret those decisions, but I strangely didn't back then. And I still don't regret it now."

“Really? You don’t mind being stuck with me indefinitely?”

“From what I’ve seen, you seem like a good kid, even though you can get your head way up in the clouds. And be easily flustered too.” As she said that, with both hands on the wheel, Bi started shaking her shoulders, making her boobs dance.

With my hand still on one of them, I could only look amazed at them and hold it like it was the most precious possession in the world.

“Bi, I want you to take off your shirt and your bra too. I want to see your boobs in their full glory.”

“I’m flattered that you think they are glorious,” she said with that familiar confidence already back in her voice and in her smile, “but I would advise against having me follow that order for now. I’d be more than happy to do it once we get home.”

There it was again. A “friend” was lightly refusing to do something I’d asked them to. Was there maybe some kind of rule I was forgetting that was taking place here?

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, am I right to assume your house doesn’t have a garage, just a driveway in front of the house?”

“That’s right. How did you know that?”

“We are getting close and all the houses around here look like that. Anyway, if we would have to walk openly on our way to the house, not to mention having to go get the groceries in the trunk, there would be many opportunities for neighbors and other people to see me, right?”

“I guess so…?”

“So there you have it: public nudity is a crime and I would very much like to not have you involved in it, owner.” She said it with that prideful smile of hers.

That deflated me a bit. I really wanted to see her boobs. And it didn’t escape me what she was doing: as a psychologist in training, I could see she was deflecting from the conversation of her awkwardness with stuff she knew would grab my attention. Mainly her boobs. But it didn’t feel like it was my place to **** her to talk about it, I’d just keep my ears up, if she ever decided to open up about it. For now, I was more than happy to play the part of a horny dude to keep her comfortable. And sure, yes, seeing boobs is always a good thing, who can deny that? So, with most of my hope lost on that front, I decided to go for a nonsensical argument, but who knows? It might work.

“But you’re not a person right? Doesn’t that law only apply to people? Like, they wouldn’t charge a dog or its owner for it being nude, right?”

“I am your object and I am your friend, but that would still be a naked female body on display for all to see. It may be a gray area, but I would very much like for you to not risk getting punished by something we all could avoid. Especially if it is by just waiting a couple minutes until we get inside.”

With that comment, we actually were already pulling over by the driveway. After turning off the car, Bi, with a knowing look, started to button up her shirt.

“Don’t worry owner, it is just for a few minutes. After that, you will be able to see as much of me as you would like.” She gave me a confident, almost feral smile, got out of the car and went for the trunk.

We entered the house with our hands full of groceries bags and nothing could have prepared me for who I saw when we opened the door.