A new day with Daphne

She surprised herself by getting home before Freddie, who was supposed to have the day off. Remembering what she'd said in the office, after stripping off until all she was wearing was her choker, heels, and buttplug, she went back to the front door to wait on her knees like a puppy, like the pornslut in the video.

When he came through the door, she was about to say hello, but her brain virtually shut down when he held his cock on front of her and she was quickly swallowing his rod all the way down the back of her throat.

This.

This was what she'd needed all day. Her Husband's cock inside her. She gagged and gurgled as he pumped in and out of her, until she saw a pink flash... and then everything seemed to shut down.

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Character: Mrs. Daphne Johnson, née Blaketon

Class: Trophy Wife

Owner: Husband, Mr. Fredrick Johnson

Libido; 125, default 69 (Notification: Due to Overcooked event, Data Download will temporarily affect Mrs. Daphne Johnson. Some effects may become permanent)

Inhibitions; 5

Independance; 14

Exhibitionist; 86

Object; 91

• Rule homewear restrictions (control choker and "high heels", buttplug added through "Anal Slut" Rule)

• Rule wardrobe choices ("Bimbo Trophy Wife") with clothes shopping restrictions ("slutty" and "revealing" prioritised)

• Rule Pleasure Restrictions (Husband's Permission to Climax) with sexual pleasure cumulative build (Warning, with this in effect and libido default set above fifty, "Daphne" will be unable to reduce arousal naturally)

• Rule Cum Addiction (set to maximum, "cum dependency") with bonus on Husband's cum

• Rule "Cock Slut" (**** compulsion for cock with added submission buffs and priority given to Husband's cock, and an extra -20 to Independance when exposed to a cock)

• Rule "Anal Slut"  (anal sex requirement compulsion attached specifically to husband with "ass to mouth" included, and anal cavity to be filled with plug when not in use)

• Rule "My Husband's Trophy" strengthened identification with "Bimbo Trophy Wife" beyond wardrobe choices (includes further Independance, Inhibitions, and Libido modifiers, disassociation from prior values that conflict with "Bimbo Trophy Wife", Mental Projection of Husband/Owner to be present in all Fantasies) (Notification: Exhibitionist and Object are now added to Stats. Higher Exhibitionist will lower Inhibitions and higher Object will lower Independance) (Notification: high Object and "My Husband's Trophy" have disassociated Mrs. Daphne Johnson from core self identity. It will be up to the Owner to set new core self identity)

• Rule Linguistic and Topic Restrictions to be referred to as "Trophy Talk" (no modifier to Intelligence, only behaviour. Mrs. Daphne Johnson will be unable to describe her past, present, or future when prompted in any form that doesn't align with "Bimbo Trophy Wife" and will receive positive reinforcement, "pleasure" when rewriting her past in ways that present her as a low intelligence Gold Digger) (Further Notes; Husband's position as above all has been further reinforced and Mrs. Daphne Johnson's female friend group will now be cycled through in engineered fantasies to ensure sexualisation is present)

• Rule "Performative Lesbian" sexuality has been edited to include Lesbianism as Heterosexual Foreplay (Husband's Authority has again been imprinted on Mrs. Daphne Johnson's mind, along with an expectation that she must convert her female friends into sexual utilities for her Husband/Owner)

• Rule "Chef Cunt / Bimbo Baker" Mrs. Daphne Johnson feels compelled to prioritise cooking for her Husband/Owner over her Career and Interests not relevant to goal of of embodying "Bimbo Trophy Wife" and will also feel compelled to be sexually available while cooking. (amendments to "Wardrobe Restrictions" to include Aprons and Mitts while cooking/baking)

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Daphne woke, feeling like she'd been fucked for hours (she was) and on instinct, rolled over to start sucking Freddie's dick. With a fresh load coating her face, she climbed out of bed, put on a pair of heels, and trotted down to the Kitchen.

Chef Norville was shocked to see Mrs. Johnson in the Kitchen, initially disgusted at her cum-stained and naked state, curious about her new desire to cook, and quickly convinced of her place in the Kitchen when she not only performed well, but happily drained his nuts at the most minor of provocation.

With everything nearly ready, Daphne returned to the Master Bedroom to wake her Husband with a rimjob. With both hands jerking his fat cock, her nose nudging his balls, and her tongue buried in his arse, Freddie woke with a roar and pinned his Trophy down to fuck her arse. He was in a good enough mood to spam orders to orgasm and had to drag her quivering, leaking body down to the breakfast table.

Daphne proved to still be horny, by asking in a high-pitched, breathy voice, if Freddie could cum on her food. Smirking, he bent her over the table and started fucking her cunt, and had her squat and push the cum out of her freshly pounded pussy and onto her plate. She didn't even bother to take it back to her seat, she just ate out of her plate, on the floor like a dog.

Hmm... not really a dogperson... but it is nice seeing her like that... maybe a Bunny?

Freddie took hold of some of her hair and led her back to their room, like he was pulling on the lead of a dog. Daphne whined at how pathetic she must look, which just made Freddie treat her more like a dog when they reached their room. Making her Sit, and Shake, before her relented and sent her to shower and dress.

Hmmm, yes. This is fun, but I think I'd rather have a Dumb Bunny than a Slobbering Mutt.

She didn't have any meetings, but she did want to get started on programming the Tutorial. She didn't tell Freddie what she had planned, just said "stuff".

"What kind of stuff?" Freddie asked with a smirk. She probably once would have loved to deliver a speech about how impactful she was at her workplace, but now she was compelled to not only downplay her work and intelligence, but to also be aroused by doing so.

"Well, like, helping the smart people get their work done." But isn't she smart, Freddie queried. "Nuh uh, I'm just a, like uh, supportive? I make them happy and not stressed so they can work. I don't understand computers as well as they do." Daphne squirmed in humiliation and pleasure as she lied and devalued herself.

She dressed in something casual, a leopard print bikini top with microskirt in the same pattern. The heels she put on were some black, six-inch strappy heels. And with some help, she did her blonde hair in a long single braid. Much easier to hold like a leash. <3

The buttplug she put in was much larger than yesterday's. It felt so good to have something big and hard in her arse.

~break~

On the drive to work, would Freddie like it if my ass was thicker? Daphne saw an Adult Store and stopped. She decided she needed her own Apron and Oven Mitts. Especially ones that fit her personal style.

"I need protection while I'm in the kitchen that won't stop my Hubby from going ballsdeep into my asshole."

She got a tiny apron that said "Cooks for Cum" and a pair of Mitts. The right said "HOT", the second said "SLUT". She was a Hot Slut. The apron strained against her tits. would Freddie prefer me with bigger tits? She also got a few toys for work.

One of the Security Guards was waiting. Marcus was one of the youngest. A tall Black Man doing Security as a Side Job while he built up his following as an Influencer on Gyms and Workout regimens.

He explained that they hadn't updated the system to recognise metal insertions from the act of sex, so she'd have to come with him to be scanned through to the building separately. That is... if she had something metal inside her.

Which he made her confirm loudly to everyone in earshot. So everyone knew she had a metal buttplug in her ass.

Daphne eyed Marcus' physique and licked her lips. would Freddie like it if my lips were bigger? and followed. She ended up in a changing room, surrounded by the security staff. About a dozen pairs of eyes leered at her, making her breathless as she ground her legs together.

"So, would you like to pose while we perform a scan?" Even though she knew the pose from yesterday was for her Husband's Office, she still performed it again. Squatting down with her knees wide apart, hands behind head, tits forward and mouth open for a hard cock.

Nobody was going to be as timid with her as Norbert the day before. They'd seen enough by now that this barely-dressed harlot was too big a cockslut to refuse anyone or anything.

One Guard wanted to spray his cum all over face, but nobody wanted to stop while she washed out her eyes, so they pulled her sunglasses out of her purse and put them on her.

The constant stream of dick pics resumed and, with all the live dicks surrounding her, her free will was close to pure fiction. All that was left was an instinctual need to please cocks, her Husband's cock most of all.

Every Guard dropped a load in every hole, and more than a few gave her a facial or some "cream" to rub into her tits.

She managed to dress, but there was no hiding the state she was in without a washroom. But the only one available, that the Guards would allow her to use, required her to walk across the while Office, past her co-workers, and thus show everyone she was a slutty cumbucket.

She did it. She was a good, obedient slut.

Being on display, wearing the proof of her whorishness, hearing people scorn her or lust for her, was intoxicating. She half expected her best friend to appear and reprimand her, but Velma was conspicuously absent.

It was in the toilets that she found her Half-Indian girlfriend. Velma was dressed as a slutty sexretary. A tight, almost transparent white blouse that couldn't hide her large, pierced, brown nipples. A black skirt that covered less than half of her ass. Fuck-me pumps that made Velma only tall enough for people to notice her slutty get-up. And around her neck, a heart-gem choker.

Greeting each other in the perfectly normal way for two female best friends to do so, with loud, wet kissing and fondling.

Velma chose to be a great friend by helping set up their phones so they're both recording and sending video.

"V!? I didn't know you were dating Jerry?" Daphne notices the number Velma's phone is sending video to, but gets no response and soon can't push for more gossip when Velma starts licking the cum out of her.

Accepting the call and watching the live video, Freddie chuckles at how quickly Jerry went out and used the choker. The two do look good together... he'd have to see about turning Daphne's night of drinks with Velma into a night of the pair being spitroasted by him and Jerry.

Jerry pulls out his phone and feels his cock harden at the sight of Daphne and Velma going at it. Turning the shortstack into his personal walking cumsock was going to make him a very happy man. Maybe he'll tinker with his Rules for her later to make her...

Back in the toilets, Velma was loudly slurping jizz out of Daphne, causing more than a few early arrivals at work to investigate the source and leave with a chuckle. Many in the office long thought the duo were fucking in private.

When they finally decided enough jizz had been consumed, they both applied make-up, whorishly thick, and went to their desks.

A week ago, the Tutorial Portion would be Daphne guiding the Player in interactions and problem solving. Yesterday, she would have been creating a system based around flirting and soft to heavy petting as the primary form of information gathering.

Now... She'd be making a Tutorial that trained Male Players to use the Female Characters as worthless cumdumps, and Female Players to achieve worth and progression by fucking their way to the stop and never stopping.

She input the new parameters and was pleased tonget the all-clear for the direction. Before entering the Simulated Office, the game version, not her Husband's, she ported over the office rules from her Husband's Office to the Game Office and rolled up her skirt. She slowly pulled her buttplug out and cleaned it with her mouth. On her chair, she put a few toys to fill her up and put them on vibrate. They felt good going in.

It was time to play.