A Shock to your Wife.

Readers! Hello! This is the main jump-off chapter. I plan on doing a few branches from this chapter to start to spike the interest of more authors to jump in and join the party. There will be some paths I take further than others but generally, this will be the first “Node” chapter if you will. Eventually, I will likely come back through and add more chapters, and actually use the game mode but it is currently disabled. This would be a great place to start with that if you would like to author some chapters.

As always this is fiction, everyone is of legal age, and for the love of God, this is fiction. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

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Both of you slept like the dead that night. You had carried her to bed and had crashed out. She had attempted to lay on the floor at first, and then at the foot of the bed, but after a quick command that was over and done with. She was your toy now, and you knew how you wanted to play with her. Or at least you thought you did, there were aspects of all of this that we're really getting to you. Her complete lack of control. The risk of her losing everything. The risk of someone figuring out how to circumvent your control on her. There were endless nightmares that spun through your head, but you were so emotionally, sexually, and physically drained that all you did was sleep.

In the morning, when the sun was just starting to flow through the window shades you slowly started to wake up. It was earlier than you normally woke up, but you were clearly too awake to lay back down and drift back to sleep. You got up and headed into the bathroom to pee, and brush your teeth, then headed into the kitchen to start the coffee.

While the coffee was brewing you decided that you were going to make breakfast, so you pulled the eggs, bacon, and the bread out and started to cook. It was more of a feast than you had thought, but the smells were enough to rouse Anne only a few minutes into starting. In kind of a confused daze she wandered into the kitchen, and looked at you with a look of fear, shock, and confusion. “Master, did I do something wrong?” she squeaked. You smiled at her warmly and said “No love. I decided that I wanted to make breakfast and coffee today. Speaking of coffee would you like some?”

She hesitantly nodded, as you already started pouring both of you a cup. You set hers down and took a gulp of yours. “How did you sleep last night?” You asked. “And unless we are not alone, or I say otherwise be detailed.”

“Yes, Master. I slept fairly well. You rolled back and forth a bit, and at one point woke me up but generally I slept pretty well. And you master, did you sleep well?”

“I slept hard, my love. But I had some pretty horrid dreams. Your programming while beyond amazing, and beyond sexy offers things that I will worry about. But you do not need to think about it. I am fine.”

“Yes, Master.” Was her only response.

You began plating the food and sat down. You passed her the food, and she made her plate, but it took you until halfway through your plate to realize that she was just sitting, and watching you eat. “You do not need my permission to eat. Hell, you don’t need my permission to eat, sleep, pee, shit or any other critical bodily function. However, you will not masturbate or cum unless I tell you.” Anne immediately began devouring the food in front of her. She was even done before you were. Once she was done, she lowered herself onto the floor, and crawled between your legs and began slowly sucking your cock while you finish your food and began reading news articles on your iPad. She was intentionally taking her time, and while it felt amazing and sloppy it was not the same kind of intense blowjob that you had had the night before.

Once your coffee was done you got up and bent her over the table. It took a second to choose between which hole you wanted but you chose and immediately began slowly fucking her tight ass. You had programmed her to enjoy anal just slightly more than vaginal sex, so the second your cock was balls deep into her she was already moaning, and that’s when it began.

“Master…oh fuck! Please master! I…need…OH FUCK! INEEDTOCUM! FUCK!” she begged.

You ignored her. You knew that you needed to start pushing her boundaries, and one that you had fantasized had been making denying her orgasm until after you had cum multiple times. You fully intended to start a bit slower at first.

Her begging had simply become an incoherent jumble of moans, and grunts. She had been on edge for what seemed forever for her. She had never experienced anything this intense, so when you finally leaned forward and whispered “Cum, slut.” She immediately exploded, squirting all over you, herself, the chair, the floor. She collapsed again, again you had gotten lucky, and caught her before she fell. You made a mental note that you should really remember to not play like that around hard, or sharp objects.

You sat her down, and soothingly stroked her tits and her pussy. She was still drenched. After a moment she was fully coherent again, and said: “thank you, master.” You smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Of course, love. Now let’s get rid of master, and have you call me daddy. Eventually, I will knock you up, and we might as well get used to it as I breed you.”

Her only response as your cum slowly dripped out of her gaping hole is one that still resonates through your mind.

“Yes, Daddy.”