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“Open Core Process,” Amy invokes the programmed command, and my body freezes instantly, my tongue flexed wide on the underside of her cock. My gaze turns blank and I stare at her crown in front of my face, my mind now her open book.

“Prepare to adjust response to chosen keywords. List current keywords,” Amy commands, slowly rolling her hips to slide her cock along my still-extended tongue. When I pull it in, Amy brushes her crown across my lips, waiting for my answer.

“Command confirmed. Current keywords: bitch, fag, faggot, slut, whore,” I answer, mindless, staring at her cock, as Amy sways back to let it stand before my eyes. Her underside almost touching my nose, her scent now pleasantly fills my lungs.

“List keyword-triggered responses,” Amy commands.

“Command confirmed. Primary response: smile. These words are my name, I like hearing them,” I answer, my mind stilled functioning solely on her command, “Secondary response: if the speaker has their cock out, kneel down, lick and kiss it.”

“Specify recipient classification of primary and secondary response,” Amy orders.

“Primary response recipient: any adult. Secondary response recipient: any adult,” I answer obediently.

“Adjust setting. Limit primary and secondary response recipient to only those adults you consciously like,” Amy orders.

“Command confirmed. Programmed responses will now be offered only to persons I like,” I answer softly, still mindless, my blank stare riveted to Amy's thick cock directly before my eyes. Oblivious to everything else, I kneel, quiet, waiting.

“Add setting. Keyword-triggered response to persons you do not like,” Amy says authoritatively, “When addressed as or called any of the listed keywords, you will issue a stern objection and tell them they do not get to call you those words.”

“Command confirmed. Protocol added,” I answer, brainless, my voice soft, almost robotic. Amy runs her fingers through my hair, her cock still standing rock-hard in front of me. She takes a deep breath, as I breathe the sweetness of her musk.

“Report all mental changes since the last programming installation,” Amy commands. I promptly list off the ways that my brain has rewired itself to rationalise the code she's already installed in it. Amy listens, as I stare mindlessly at her phallus.

“Hmm,” Amy hums, speaking to herself, “Guess the brain needs to form connections unless told not to, huh? Okay, I need to make sure you don't do more of this. Deprogramming you will be harder if your brain's been autonomously rewiring.”

For a few minutes, Amy runs through every point where my brain has rewired itself. Once she's tracked everything that's altered without her involvement, she looks down at me, and then smiles. “Okay, time to edit your programming farther.”

“Your brain will no longer adjust autonomously to your situation,” Amy commands, “Your brain will rewire only when I command it to, and only when your core process is opened. Confirm command.” Her fingers gently stroke along my scalp.

“Command confirmed. Autonomous rewiring blocked,” I answer, staring mindlessly at the thick shaft standing before me.

“Add setting. Servicing your parents and the twins is your preferred way to start the day,” Amy commands, “their milk is your preferred and favourite breakfast, and the only one you want. You won't hesitate to earn breakfast under the table.”

“Confirm command,” she demands, then continues once I have confirmed, “You will see it as natural and normal that you should be used by your parents and your siblings. You are a faggot. It is only right that they are entitled to use you freely.”

“Command confirmed,” I reply mindlessly, when she demands command confirmation, and Amy nods. She adds in making it normal for me to service my friends, as well, but blocks me from being prompted into servicing people whom I just like.

“Close Core Process,” Amy commands. My eyes flutter immediately, and I stare at her cock. I lean forward, licking her rod, because she's my best friend and her cock is hard. It's only fair that with me being a faggot, I should show her some love.

“Good boy, faggot,” Amy praises me, and I kiss my way down her cock, “Okay, I've edited your programming. You'll find it normal and natural to service your friends and family at their will. You won't be ashamed of it, and won't be shy about it.”

“Okay,” I answer, licking a path up one side of her shaft, keeping my eyes on hers as she cups my head with one hand and brushes her thumb over my cheek. “Thanks for taking such good care of me, Amy. It's nice knowing that I can trust you.”

“Of course,” Amy smiles, watching me worship her cock freely, “Also, I edited you to understand it is natural for you to be used by your family. Now, remind me, fag. What is your favourite way to start the day? What's your favourite breakfast?”

“I love starting my day under the kitchen table, sucking everybody's cocks,” I answer, “They're entitled to my service, and it lets me earn my favourite breakfast. I love starting my day with a belly full of milk fresh from their big, beautiful cocks.”

“I did that, too,” Amy tells me, and I blink, then kiss her cock again.

“Thank you, then,” I answer casually, “Do you need to use me, now, Amy?” I glance down at her rock-hard cock, licking up her shaft from hilt to crown, then bring my eyes back to hers. Amy simply nods, cupping my skull in both hands, smiling.

“Yes, I do,” she answers, “Thank you for offering yourself.”

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