Her one taboo

Sex was never your problem. Anne was adventurous, willing and overall kinky. Nothing extraordinary, but you couldn’t complain…. Well, YOU could still complain.

There was one thing that was always taboo for Anne and you would take that one thing to test just how much power you had over her. That one taboo was Anal. Until now you hadn’t even gotten to touch too close to her crack or she would shut you off and the mood would be killed in an instant. A shame really, her butt was a thing of art and it bothered you to no end that you could lightly touch it at best.

After your first success, you now know that you can mold her mind and change her past. But you aren’t a psychologist and don’t have the patience or skill to analyze why Anne was opposed to Anal. Although you might not be able to figure out where Annes dislike is routed, you know where her new LOVE for it will be routed. You had been dating for a couple of months and had gone dancing.

You and Anne are in a little Spanish bar. After the run of the mill rom com you had watched in the cinema down the street, Anne was feeling adventurous and convinced you to go for margaritas. Which were pretty good, so you kept them coming.

“Hmmm, ah, that hit the spot”, you finish your current one.

“Oh, so just like the last three did?”, Anne looks slyly over the table, filled with empty glasses.

“Well… the service is a little lacking, but whoever mixed these is a damn mastermind. How ab-“, the music shifts and so do Anne and you.

“This is soooo our song”, Anne squeals and stand from her seat, giddy as a schoolgirl.

“That sure as hell is not our song. What’s that guy even singing? Do you speak Spanish?”

“Spanish? That’s Portuguese …. I think. Anyhow, that should be our song. Don’t you think?”, she dances over to you, her hips shaking and her bracelets ringing. She always new how to get your juices running.

“How could I refuse all of that?”, your eyes roam her body.

“You can’t, simple as that.”, Anne drags you to the dance floor, leaving no room for objections.

And what a dancer she is. Anne always had the grace and elegance to dance like a lady, but now? A nice evening together, the atmosphere of a cozy dim-lit bar and a little **** later and she shows her true colors. That woman you fell hopelessly in love with is the born seductress. Her hands play with your face and dance along your torso. Her shoulders shake back and forth to send her breasts swinging. And her hips? Those know no bounds. Every move she makes accentuates those perfect round globes.

Her back turned to you she dances closer to you inch after inch. But just before touching your groin, at this point painfully stretching your trousers, she stops and teasingly twist her hips from side to side. This is exactly what hell must feel like, you’re sure of it.

You just can’t take it anymore and reach out to her hips and put a light grip around it. Anne gives you a smoldering look over her shoulder. Could this be, is she taunting you? Of course she is. And you take her up on it.

From the bar to your apartment would take any sane man half an hour, traffic and all. You tell your cab driver you’ll pay him double if he gets you home in half the time. At that moment he seems like an angel to you, cause even the eighteen minutes he needs, are gruesome ****, sitting next to this flirty, tipsy sexy goddess. You almost go insane having her touch and rub your most intimate places. As soon as the car gets to a hold, you toss the driver all the bills you have in your wallet and rush Anne upstairs.

But then you made a mistake that haunts you till today. Or it did until today, not for long. You had let Anne into the bedroom and tempted by her dancing made a pass at her ass. Caressing her cheeks had been fine, but your finger drawing closer to her sphincter had cut the night short.

But what if it didn’t? You have asked yourself that question a thousand times over the years. And today were gonna fix that night, so it will have gotten the ending it deserved.

You make up a new version of the program, starting with your anchor. Meddling with Annes memories requires precision and you don’t want to just change a random memory. So you spend half the day digging around the internet for the names of a restaurant that has been closed for years and the name of a summer “hit” you heard only four or five times. (It really had been Portuguese.) Next came the fun part, the porn research. Ultimately you decided to play it tame and went for some light anal play. You throw in the usual subliminals to prioritize implanted memories over the others and to ignore any conflicts in continuity and you are set to go.

Before the day is over, your next step is finished. In this version the salsa night didn’t end with disappointment, but instead with some of the best sex Anne had ever had. You had been the perfect gentlemen. You led her to the bed, undressed her with a firm yet gentle touch and threw her on the bed. While you undressed yourself, she had already started playing with herself, eying you hungrily. You followed her unto the bed and inserted yourself in missionary position. Slowly you worked your way into her, the drive in the cab had her already plenty wet. As you bottomed out inside her, your lips met and you kissed each other passionately. Taking the initiative, you now told her you had an idea she might like. Curious she followed your lead. Anne turned around and got on all fours. As expected, you positioned yourself to enter her from behind. Unexpectedly you also caressed her right ass cheek with sticky fingers. The cold lubricant you now had coated your fingers with made Anne shudder a little, but in this fixed version her curiosity and lust got the better of her. She bit her lip and nervously nodded. And so you started stroking closer and closer to her asshole and finally circling it.

You don’t want to overdo it, so the memory plays out rather tame from there on. You just fucked her and used your fingers to toy with her ass, never truly entering it. But this established her ass as your playground.

The day comes to an end, dinner comes and goes and as you lead Anne to the basement, you can’t wait for the results of your new program. This taboo will finally be lifted and sooner or later you will own that ass.