check on Ashley

You head back to your apartment after realizing Ashley would be back soon from her shopping trip and masturbation session. You walk up to your apartment and find it unlocked. Walking in you call out "Ashley? are you back?"

"In here." She responds in a strained voice. As you approach you hear a soft slick rhythmic noise coming from the kitchen, and as you turn the corner you see Ashley sitting on a chair with tears streaming down her face vigorously thrusting into her pussy with her fingers. She is wearing some nice black lace stockings and heels and her breasts bounce enticingly with every thrust of her hand. "Are you ok?" You ask as you walk over to her, drinking in her curves with your eyes. Beautiful as she is, you just blew your load twice in the past hour, so unfortunately you are stuck just appreciating her beauty.

"Your arm is starting to... AH, cramp, and your... MHHH, pussy, is a little raw from the finger fucking, but immmmeeeEE, fine." She says after a moment of her whole body convulsing from an orgasm and then relaxing. Your brain grinds to a halt for a moment until you realize she is talking about her body. Which you own. "You can go ahead and stop early then, I don't want you to do any damage to my body." You tell her, and she immediately relaxes into the chair and starts stretching out her arm, wincing a bit as the muscles are finally given a break. After a moment she reaches over to the counter and grabs a thong sitting on it and starts to put it on.

"So, how did the shopping trip go?" You ask her as she starts to get up.

"Oh, it was good, I got plenty of thongs and stockings and a nice pair of heels that I have been looking at for a while. You got plenty of compliments on your breasts and ass while I was out, but no one tried anything. I didn't want anyone to touch your body without asking you first." she says as you both move toward the living room. "Do you want to see them?" You give her a blank stare for a moment, still processing what she said. "The clothes I mean. You can obviously admire your tits right now." she says as she folds her arms underneath them making them perk up more.

"Wait, you went to the store dressed like that?" you ask her, only vaguely recalling the order you gave her before falling asleep.

"No, I didn't have the stockings at the time, so I went with my heels and my one good thong like you told me to. You do own my choice of clothing." She says.

You are surprised by this news that she went out practically naked and had no trouble with anyone. You wonder if it has more to do with you owning her, or her clothing choices. Obviously further testing is needed to figure out the limit of this new ability you have been given. You know that you can claim pretty much anything from anyone but there are still so many unanswered questions. You decide to take a moment to do some experimenting.

While you are lost in thought Ashley asks asks with an eager look on her face "So, What should I do now? You told me to find you in four hours, but you cut that short."

"We are going to do some experimenting." you reply. Ashley only cocks her head slightly in confusion.

"Wait here, I will be right back." You say as you get up and go into Ashley's room. There are some shopping bags on the bed, but other than that her room is pristine, the bed is made, her shelves are neatly organized, even some small weights she has sitting by her desk are neatly stacked. You look around for something small, and grab a nice pen off of her desk before returning to the living room. "Is this your pen?" You ask a bored looking Ashley

"Oh ya, my favorite pen!" she exclaims "Do you need to borrow it? Just please put it back on my desk when you are done."

You walk back into her room and close the door before very quietly saying to yourself "this is my pen. I claim it." and then walking back out into the living room.

You hold up the pen and ask Ashley "who's pen is this?" She looks up at you and her face goes blank for a moment before saying "Oh, how silly, you don't need to ask to borrow your own pen, its yours. I am so sorry I used some of the ink before I realized it was yours." she says looking guilty.

You put your new old pen on the counter and think about what this means, you knew your powers carried over a distance because everyone who was affected by it seemed to know immediately. Not needing to tell the person directly opens up many possibilities for fun. You could claim the whole world. But then you would have the whole world nagging you for decisions...