Dee isn't even safe at home.

Word spread about how Dee was easy to take control of.

It soon made its way back to her one shelter from the World- her Home.

She had divorced her latest husband, but a legal loophole kept her 18-year-old Stepson living at the House her ex-Husband bought until he was 21.

They made it work.
She even liked the guy- since he wasn't a cheating dick like his Dad.

She came home one day from work and he dared to test out what he had read.

"Hi, John," she says, walking past him to go her room.
"How was your day?"

She doesn't remember the guy she slept with, but she was more tired than usual.

"It was fine," she calls through the door, stretching to loosen up.
Why did she feel so stiff? It was like she had a hard work out today!

"Good. I hope it was filled with its usual," he pauses, seeing her open the door and now in casual clothes, "Its usual verisimilitude."

The programming hits her.
She freezes, awaiting programming.

'Holy shit- it is true!'

"Ahem. In this state, you will answer me openly and honestly. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Are you attracted to me?"
"Yes, but I can never act on it."

He smiles.

"You will be deeply attracted to me when it is just the two of us around. You will think of me. You will fantasize about me.
When you are naked, you will think of me and have to finger yourself."
"Yes, Master."
"You will remember all of these commands and prompts, but forget this conversation happened. You will return to normal in 3...2...1."

She suddenly awakens and shrugs off that feeling.

"Thank you. Did you make dinner again?"
"Absolutely. It's waiting in the Stove. Let's eat."

He bides his time, knowing that her nightly Shower will usher in new fun.

Time passes and she goes for just that.
He waits for his moment...