Time to make things permanent!

You stared out the passenger side window, watching the cars and buildings fly by. Your mother, your first possession, sat beside you in the drivers seat and your older sister, your second possession, sat in the back.

You couldn't get the words your mother had spoken to you out of your mind. "Marry Me". Hearing that had caused you to order your father to get a divorce. You had done it without thinking, almost instinctively, but were you really going to marry your own mother. With this power you have, you could easily marry who ever you wanted. Did you really even want to marry anyone? What's the point when you can just claim anything or anyone and make all of their essence, their being, yours.

You looked over to your mother, she was incredibly beautiful. She glanced over to you for a moment, giving you a loving smile, before returning her eyes to the road. You turned your head back to your sister. She winked at you, her fingers leaving her mouth and dropping to her scrunched up skirt. She had her legs spread and you could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Her fingers found her own wetness and began delving into its depths. She kept her eyes on you, moving her fingers in and out, "I can't wait to be Erik's property forever. What about you Mom?"

"Oh me too sweetie. I could barely contain myself. Erik had to keep me busy while we waited for you to rest. You did a great job by the way."

"Thanks mom! It really wasn't very hard. Speaking of which, is dad going to be there?" Her fingers still making a show for you.

"I sent him a text. So, he should be there." You answered, turning back to face the front.

"I hope he's found somewhere to stay." Your mother adds.

You spend the rest of the drive listening to the wet joy of your sister masturbating and her eventual orgasm just as the car is parked at the tattoo parlor.

The three of you climb out of the car, your arms wrapped around your women. You walk them to the tattoo parlor, where you find your father already waiting by the entrance. His car wasn't to far off and you could see all of his things still inside. It's only been a couple hours so he probably hasn't found a place and if he has, you must of told him to meet you here before he had the chance to move in. But honestly, who cares? You don't give a shit about your father.

Angela and Ashley hugged your sides tighter as you three approached your father. You weren't sure if they were still a little afraid of him or if, now that he was your property, they were trying to signify you were all theirs. Even though, technically, they are all yours. Any case, you walked passed your father and into the tattoo parlor, not bothering to acknowledge him. He followed behind as the bell chimed announcing your arrival.

You had never been in a tattoo parlor before, you half expected it to be darker then it was, more goth and heavy metal, but it looked similar to a hair salon, with the addition of a back room with some private booths. The place seemed empty, until you heard a female voice shout from the back room "I'll be right there!" You took the time to sit on the only couch with your two female possessions snuggled up against you, while your one male possession sat in a chair a little farther away. As you ran your hands through their hair you looked to the pictures of tattooed bodies across the walls. You couldn't tell how many were actually from this place and how many were just random pictures.

“Hi! How can I help you?” the same feminine voice from before draws your attention away from the pictures to a girl standing in the doorframe leading to the back rooms. She’s cute, similar to your sister, maybe two or three years older than her. “I’m Chloe, by the way.”

Chloe seems about the same height as Ashley, if not a little shorter, with brown eyes and a head of shoulder length bleached silver hair. Her eyebrows are black, possibly her true hair color, and she has darker eyeliner on, contrasting well with her pale skin and silvery hair. She even has a little nostril piercing on the left side of her nose. She's wearing tight ripped denim jeans and a thin black t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder exposing one of her bra straps. Her breasts seem about the same as your older sisters, but you can't tell for sure.

By this point the girl has met you at the front desk.

"Yeah, hi. So, I'm just looking to get a tattoo of my claim on all of my property so they won't forget who their owner is." You gestured back to your family.

The girl’s eyes widen and she seems lost for words. You realize she must be trying to decide whether you're joking or not. “Um, y-your property?”

You were about to explain when your mother cuts in, giving the explanation for you. "Yeah, that's right. We are all property of Erik, see." She holds up her arm, the semi-faded writing facing toward the nervous girl.

You watch as her face slowly relaxes. "Oh. And they're your property too?" She's pointing to Ashley and your father. You nod and give her a simple, yep. "O-okay, well we can do that for you. I'm surprised you waited this long to give them a permanent reminder. I know I wouldn't want my property forgetting who their owner was."

Right, she thinks they've always been your property. "Yeah, it just kind of slipped my mind."

"So, how do you want the tattoo's done. I can trace over it, put it in a different spot, use some fancy font. I'd recommend the font, no offense, but your handwriting doesn't look the best."

"Actually, would it be possible for me to tattoo them. You could walk me through how it all works."

Chloe brings a hand to her chin in thought. “Hmm, I get that you'd want to make it more personal so they remember their place, but you could seriously hurt someone without proper training. Plus, I’m not supposed to let strangers use our equipment. Store policy.”

You'd expected as much, but it was worth a try. If Chloe simply did the tattoo's it wouldn't work. It needed to be yourself or someone you already owned, at least that's what you assume. You should have done some more testing before hand. When Ashley had claimed her phone and your father for you, you had simply assumed it was because you owned her that you could extend your power through her. But maybe you can extend it through anyone or maybe it is simply the words themselves no matter who writes it. If that were the case though, then all the other Erik's in the world must be claiming loads of stuff for you without realizing it. So, probably not that last one.

In any case, for this to work you are going to need to claim Chloe as well. Plus, that might get you out of having to pay. A plan was already formulating in your head on how to claim her. You'd brought the stamp with you, currently resting in your pocket, but part of you did want to experiment a little more. You could just make Chloe your property like your three family members but what if you wrote something else.

Erik's Stripper.

Erik's Slut.

Erik's Skin.

Erik's Writing Skills.

Erik's Tattoo Artist.

Erik's Arm.

Erik's Favorite Cook. What kind of change could that possibly make?

You're mind was flowing with ideas, but you finally came to a decision. "Well, if I can't do it would you mind if I draw what I'm thinking of on your arm? Then you can copy that."

"I mean, normally we would just draw some sketches on paper, but sure." She shrugged, holding out her arm towards you. "why not."