Planning on Practicing powers

I wasn't used to waking up to an alarm, so when some generic pop song I couldn't have cared less about started screeching in my ear I'd awoke with a start. A little annoyed and very groggy. Even ignoring the rare amount of exercise I'd done late at night, or me staying up extra long for some... activities, being an anxious mess all day takes a surprising amount out of you.

Beside me Emily was already sitting up, I wasn't sure for how long, but it must've been immediate because she was already reaching for her phone to silence the alarm, except she was frozen, hand hovering over it, her other on her lower back, her face twisted into a grimace.

"Mugh... y'alright?" I grumbled, trying to blink the bleary tiredness from my eyes as I slowly started to piece together how to preform basic human functions.

"Y-yeah... great...mostly. I don't think I've ever slept so good, just, I think I pulled something last night fucking you, my back is in knots."

Slowly I started to recall details of how to form words and the events of last night,

"Oh... yeah I fucked you after I knocked you out. Sorry. I was pretty rough."

"Hahaha that might explain it." Emily let out a gentle giggle even through her wince, finally silencing her blaring phone before laying back down gingerly, "You really don't need to apologize for that though. If you'd broken me in half it was probably just meant to happen. It's probably my fault for skimping on my yoga for cardio."

I was about to scoff again, dismissing her words as a bad joke, but it caught in my throat as I again remembered our chat about being a responsible owner, my own thoughts on this being a responsibility whether I even liked it or not,

"Well, I don't know... could be good for you to get back into it though."

"Pfft. I've never done yoga," She paused with another wince as she stopped mid motion of looking towards me, "might need to start if you're gonna play with me more often though."

"Maybe... I should probably just be more careful–"

"Again, Owner?" Emily glared at me through her wince, something that was not nearly was intimidating given that she was laying down in her pajamas.

She made her point though.

"Yeah. You need to start prioritizing flexibility in your workout routines." I shifted gears immediately ending with a laugh like it was a big joke.

"And that's an order?"

I paused. Having to think twice I was starting to second guess myself again, but if I was going to accept my new duties to woman-kind, there needed to be a push and pull. I had to give orders whether I liked it or not... so why couldn't I like some of them? And it wasn't like exercise was a horrible thing to sentence someone to, this was a softball order if there ever was one,

"Yeah. Let your friends and family know too. I like to ride them hard so it's in their best interest– no, they have to get into shape for me." My heart raced at the idea of forcing women to conform to my tastes, to dictate their lives, to uphold my beauty standards, women I never even met, I wasn't just having fun this would be spreading out... it was exhilarating. I could already see word of mouth spreading beyond my control, but... was being fit and healthy such a bad thing to spread like that?

"See, that's not a bad way to start... I might actually be able to stick to a work out plan if it's an order too. That's actually a bit of a relief. Kind of makes me wish you were my owner back when I was still in school though." She let out a wistful giggle before looking off into the distance apparently at what could've been.

It really got my gears turning though. I could do right by the world and be selfish at the same time, couldn't I? Probably not all the time, but this was a good start.

"Yeah. Sometimes I wish I had someone to tell me to just 'be better' and have it work. You're pretty lucky you know that?"

"You have no idea. And all I had to do was become your sex toy. Pretty good deal to be honest." She wasn't nearly as sarcastic as I still felt she should've been.

"You're just saying that because you don't have a choice in the matter." I scoffed, crawling over her to get out of bed and give a tired stretch.

"Probably, yeah. Makes it easier to decide at least. Without a choice to be indecisive about it's only a net positive. Even if I had a choice though, giving up my body to get more control over my stupid brain... I'm not sure if I'd say no."

I turned around to look at her, searching for anything on her face, something between the lines I could over analyze and twist into a doubt... but all I could see was a smile.

"Okay, roll over."

"Huh?"

"That's an order."

"O-okay, but I should probably be getting back home to make break–"

I silenced her by flipping her over myself, only earning a quick yelp as her back tightened, but then I mounted her, fully clothed and started running my thumbs up her back,

"Where does it hurt?"

"H-huh? You didn't want to fuck me? I mean I thought–"

"I'm no masseuse but I can at least give it a try. I don't have anything else to do today besides getting used to ordering women around... I guess... so this seems a good a use of my time as any."

"Well... when you put it like that I'm not gonna complain... I'm not sure I can even get out of bed as I am right now anyways...."

For the next thirty minutes or so I clumsily rubbed her back trying to undo the damage I did. We talked a bit more about trying to order women around and to essentially man up and take responsibility for the situation I was in, even if it wasn't my choice. Most of what we said we'd already said before though, so it quickly felt into a strangely comfortable silence before Emily finally seemed to have enough, she was still a bit stiff by the end of it, but she could stand without wincing, and after refusing her offer to make me breakfast I sent her back home and then sat on my bed quiet and alone.

I'd decided to work on accepting my position of power... but what did that even mean? I had to do right by the entire world now, how do you even start that?

It was really overwhelming... but I'd had a nice chat about starting small, so surely a first step would be to get used to using my power without having an anxiety attack right? I'd need to give out orders and just commit to them like a proper, confident owner.

So... what did that mean? Should I just go out into the street and start ordering women to do things? Just... have random unattached sex. It... didn't feel like a terrible idea. It was exciting and boundary pushing but after my experience with my ex it felt... small minded. Ultimately pointless.... I wasn't sure how else to describe it. Sex was a great carrot, it did wonders to overshadow any guilt and hesitations I had but... after post nut clarity hit did anything really stick? I didn't really have any other ideas to be honest but it felt a bit like treating the symptom rather than the disease, eventually maybe I'd get used to demanding sex, but the idea that this power was bigger than just my own personal desires was suffocating, the longer I had to think the worse it got.

Having Emily to talk me through this was such a help but I couldn't just call her back again... well.... On a personal level it was rude as hell... but wasn't that kind of the point? This was bigger than petty personal feelings like that. An emotional support woman would be great but still... she had her own life. For a first step It was too ****.

Claudia? I was tempted, but my stomach soon twisted at the idea. That was a lot to put on her, especially since she didn't fully get my struggles. And besides, what even were we? Would this be too much to ask from her, especially after we just started... hanging out. She might not have seen it as heavy as I did but... it might still be weird, what if it undermined our relationship?

God just thinking about calling her was causing more worries not taking anything away.

Then I thought about Zoe. She was perhaps the most dismissive woman so far but, she wasn't exactly mean. She was kind of a rock in this turbulent situation. I felt kind of dumb being so anxious around her it... didn't make me feel better... didn't make me feel coddled, but maybe that's what I needed. Someone that made me feel dumb for doubting myself whenever I gave an order that stressed me out.

As soon as I thought about that however I remembered Cassandra. My bitchy step sister... that I'd permanently changed to be supportive. I thought back to the rules I'd written with Zoe at that. One of them was undoing mental changes. Even if it made Cassandra more pleasant maybe it was her right to be a bitch. Hell now that I could punish her for it whenever I wanted maybe that kind of push and pull was what I needed. Having someone defiant to my every order but unable to refuse, someone that knew me well enough that she didn't give one singular fuck about being polite just because I owned her.... but taking advantage of how supportive she currently was another path....

Thinking about Cassandra had me thinking about her mother too, my step-mom... I still hadn't fucked her yet, but I had Cassandra blow me. Thinking about what I was missing made me feel like I had an incomplete set. Cucking my own father was... well after how much he dismissed me or made me feel like a failure I guess that wasn't exactly a hurdle as much as how Veronica was about as deep as a pie-tin. She wasn't stupid as far as I could tell but she had no presence, no personality, just a body. Though that was in part because she was more of a trophy wife for my dad than a step-mother to me. We almost never interacted on our own so now that I thought about it I really didn't know _anything _about her. I didn't have high hopes she'd be any type of help, but maybe... or maybe that just made her the perfect toy to practice on....

I wasn't entirely sure just yet, but as my mind swirled at the idea of using a familiar woman, either for personal training or just being a helping hand I found myself pulling out my phone on auto pilot, and absentmindedly swiping through to my contacts.