A New Tag

The sound of the doorbell announced their visitor. Derek sat in his room and pulled up the app as he heard his mother moving downstairs to greet her. He saw her name appear in the app’s interface and clicked it to open her summary. At the top of the page, the blonde peered out at him with a haughty expression.

Name: Amelia Stalford
Age: 37
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sex: Female
Body Type: Athletic
Height: 170 cm (5'7'')
Weight: 58kg (127lbs)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Gold Blonde
Pubic Hair: Waxed - 1 days, 4 hours ago - clean
Pubic Hair Style: None
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Ear (left), Ear (right), Nipple (left), Nipple (right)
Bra Cup Size: B - Natural
Bust: 78cm (31'')
EXP: 0
INF: 96

The piercings made his eyebrow quirk up in surprise. Evidently there was more to Amelia than her starchy manner suggested. The influence attribute made him frown however, that was high, very high. It would take a lot of work to get her where he wanted her. He flicked to the next screen and paused, looking at the text.

Available Tags: 1

Tag Amelia Stalford?

Yes No

The mental image of the taut blonde servicing his mother as he railed her reappeared in his mind. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Derek muttered and stabbed a finger down onto the confirmation.

The “Tagging Succeeded” notification flashed up and her profile page changed as the list of commands populated in. As he had expected, almost all of them were greyed out. He noticed small tool-tip indicators over most of the ones that weren’t. Clicking on one he read the small box that opened.

“High Target Influence, obedience to commands is not guaranteed. Ensure that context encourages assumption of reasonableness.”

He recalled his early experimentation with Jess and cleaning, how her own preferences had changed the threshold at which she would obey different variations of the same command. Jess had had a bed-rock of trust and affection for him that had allowed him to build his influence with her quickly. Amelia on the other hand held no such feelings for him. If anything she may disdain him as beneath her, if his mother’s assessment of her character was correct. That all meant that Amelia would be a very different prospect than his mother.

So he would need to work on her both with and without the app, creating a good impression that would make his commands seem more natural and require a lower threshold of influence to sink home. He would need to choose commands that were on the threshold of what she would naturally accept too. Nothing that she would have completely chosen for herself, that would not be obedience, and would earn him nothing, but close enough that the app would need only to nudge her. At least, until he had worked on her enough, that he could start pushing, he thought with a smirk.

He had already showered, but rose now and dressed for their company in a smart pair of dark jeans and a button-down shirt. He quickly shaved too, scraping away the scruff of stubble that had begun to appear, and even spritzed on a puff of cologne as he considered his approach. The available commands were limited, but had some promise.

Summon, of course. Honesty certainly had some possibilities. Doubt showed promise. Vanity was one that he expected she might be particularly vulnerable to. Converse, Enjoy and Relax would be a useful combination to put her at her ease, draw out this visit and prime her to accept other commands too.

He heard the feminine voices rising from below and checked his reflection a final time before grinning and heading toward the door. Time to get to work.