Giving Amy a Touch Up

Laura… or Ira now, was a little confused when she stepped off the bike. A wave of sexual need crashed over her, synchronizing with a dizzying feeling of disassociation from her previous life. Her mind worked overtime trying to build a brand new personality from scratch in an instant.

Her subconscious was guided by its new tenet to mold her personality to best suit her new owner's desires. All it had to build off were observations taken from Laura's memories and the commands I had just given her malleable mind.

In a fraction of a second, the first iteration of Ira came to be. She noticed my positive reaction to her smile, my bulging crotch, the naked girl kneeling beside me, and my confident stance. She fell to her knees on the yoga mat below her as she mimicked Amy’s submissive pose. Her smile became more genuine as her being pulsed with happiness. Simultaneously, her personality shaped itself based on the connotations of the commands she was given on the bike.

Her mind was a swirl of disjointed thoughts, feelings, and ideas. "Obey, submissive, object, pleasure, happy, horny, master, David, use me, serve, love, ****, easy..." she thought endlessly as the maelstrom of thoughts gradually spiraled and imprinted onto her soul.

Suddenly the thoughts became collected. Her mind sang, "I am obedient to David; I am submissive to David..." For the first time since she stepped off the bike, she was aware of her own existence. She was not only sentient but once again sapient.

Her eyes dilated, and her cheeks flushed red as she truly saw me for the first time. "Master, I... well... I'm so happy to meet you!" She chirped in a notably different tone than Laura had spoken in. "I want to learn everything... do anything for you! Will you let me?!"

Ira's excitement was infectious. Even Amy looked at the scene with amused curiosity overpowering her earlier concern. Ira sprung up from her kneeling position and wrapped me in a warm embrace. She was utterly unaware of her surroundings and probably incapable of processing them yet. This resulted in Amy being knocked over in Ira's blind rush to embrace me.

"Easy, girl!" I exclaimed as I enjoyed the feeling of her curvy body against mine. "You need to pay attention to your surroundings! You knocked Amy over. You should apologize to her."

"Oh! I didn't even see her!" she rapidly spoke. "I'm sorry, Amy!"

Ira quickly turned back to me as Amy nodded and stood back up. "Is she one of your...uh..." she began.

"Slaves? Harem?" I interrupted, "Yes, she is… just like you."

At that, Amy's AQI-induced submission was no longer strong enough to keep her quiet. "I am not your ****, master!" She spat with venom. "And I don't want any part in whatever weird fetish you have going on with this slut, either!" Amy did an about-face and began to stomp off. Her angry steps accentuated the fact she forgot she was naked. Her cute ass jiggled sharply with each step.

"Amy, just get on the damn bike again!" I laughed.

Her anger instantly swapped to excitement as her command to "enthusiastically ride the bike any time and every time I tell her" came into effect. "Yes, master! I love riding your bike!" She energetically replied as she jogged to the MC1000.

The bike was already set up and ready for her. After I heard the whirr of the wheels and the telltale moans start leaving Amy’s mouth, I turned my attention back to Ira.

The raven-haired girl was one of the hottest I'd ever seen. "You're completely mine," I whispered in disbelief, "and I've earned this."

Ira replied, "yes, sir! I have always been yours! I belong to you." She was telling the truth. As far as she cared, her life had begun moments ago.

I placed my hand under her chin to coax the petite girl onto her tiptoes. She complied as readily as a doll. I kissed her firmly. She didn't reciprocate well at first, but after a moment, she seemed to locate Laura's memories of how to kiss properly. We paused briefly as I roughly lifted her top off and hiked her skirt up, revealing her perky tits and pink pussy.

Ira was clearly lost within a haze of her own need. Her pussy was nearly dripping, and there was no resistance when I began to finger her. I grabbed one of her hands and placed it on her pussy. She understood my intention, and she started fingering her clit as I rubbed her g-spot. My other hand roughly kneaded her perky tits. With her pussy clamping involuntarily on my fingers, it was tough to tell if she was cumming, or just incredibly overstimulated. I didn’t care either way. The power I had over the petite girl was the only thing on my mind.

Just as I was about to order Ira to get on her hands and knees, I was interrupted by the musical orgasmic scream of Amy on the bike.

Her AQI was just slightly higher than before at 161%, which was fine. I did not feel like doing any fine-tuning or testing after the day I had. I just wanted to use my two sluts to make some fantasies a reality and get my rocks off.

I pulled my fingers out of Ira's slick pussy as my attention turned to Amy. Ira let out an unsatisfied groan at the sudden emptiness in her vagina, but she remained in place when I stepped away.

I had a good memory of all the commands I had previously given Amy, so I decided not to reset her to factory settings, so to speak. Instead, I chose to add a couple of nonconflicting commands.

"Amy," I smirked mischievously as I stroked her silky hair, "you are impossibly gullible for me, and only me. Anything I tell you will become an irrefutable fact in your mind."

Amy did not respond. Sweat began forming on her brow while she exerted herself. I wiped it off with my sleeve while pondering my next command. Almost all of my goals for Amy could be accomplished with the commands I already had in place. There was, however, something from the programming instructions that sounded interesting. The ability to modify endorphin, hormone, and neurotransmitter production was very intriguing, but I thought it prudent to do research before becoming a DIY endocrinologist. Instead, I focused on the lubrication adjustments mentioned in the instructions.

Looking down at the damp seat between Amy's straining legs, I decided her sex didn't need much help currently. A sloppier blow job didn't sound half bad, though.

"Whenever I tell you to give me a blowjob," I spoke, "you will salivate uncontrollably. Your saliva production will return to normal whenever you stop blowing me or I say that's enough."

With those few commands inserted into her willing mind, I was ready to wake her up. This time I just grabbed her under the arms and lifted her lithe frame off of the bike. She went limp like a doll when her pussy lost contact with the mind-controlling seat. Without a command to get off the bike like I usually gave her, her mind went completely blank as it rebooted.