New morning, new life.

You drag yourself to the bathroom, and you start thinking about every single message and statement in the files that you gave your girlfriend. You knew them all by heart, memorized over and over, as you masturbated to them while you put the files together originally.

You start the shower and step in. The hot water streams over your face and body as you lean your head back and angle so that the stream hits your face and then rolls down your body.

All you could think of was the messages and the fact that it worked. You knew that your girlfriend would be asleep when you get out of the shower, so you did not hurry. It would be morning before a conversation you had been planning for would happen.

Your cock was still swollen and throbbing, even after cumming 4 times. It wasn’t truly all that small you admitted to yourself, it stood about 7”, but the programming made Carrie think that the only cock big enough for her was over 10”. You wanted to be humiliated. You had always been curious to know how the grass was on the other side of the road. You had never gotten a complaint about sex. Never, that was, until tonight.

The water was cold by the time that you stepped out of the shower, your cock had finally deflated, and so you dried off and made your way to the bedroom. The door was shut. That wasn’t normal. You try the handle, and instantly realize that she had locked you out so you walk to the living room and lie down on the couch, asleep before your head hits the pillow.

The sun is out and bright by the time you wake up. You check your phone and realize that its 9:30. You slowly get up, walk to the bathroom and pee. Once done you head into the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. Usually, Carrie would be awake by now, but you hadn’t heard a sound since you had gotten up. You walk to the bedroom, the door open, and see on your nightstand that she had left a note “Gone for a run. After I get home and get a shower lets talk.” Your mind immediately starts racing. You had planned to talk to her, but that was a follow up from the programming. You hadn’t anticipated that she would go for an early run and that she would want to talk. You also notice that there was no affection in the letter, and for the first time since last night, you wonder if you had fucked up and if you should grab the trigger phrase and just revert her back to normal and go about all of this a different way.

Before you can make a decision, the front door opens, then a second later the bathroom door closes, and the shower starts. You head back out to the kitchen and pour coffee for both of you. You set them on the kitchen table and sit down. You knew the trigger by heart anyway, so if this conversation went south outside of what you had prearranged then you would simply invoke the trigger, and either start over or forget about this.

Carrie walked out, she had dried off and dressed in the bathroom. Her long legs and shapely ass were in yoga pants, and her amazing tits were encased in a very tight pushup sports bra.

“Good you are ready for our talk.” She said shortly. “I have very few memories from last night. I have some bits and pieces, but not enough to fully understand what you did to me.”

You opened your mouth about to explain when she stopped you with a look you had never seen before. Ice. Pure ice.

“The reality is, I don’t really care what you did. I gave myself, mind, body, and soul to you. You accepted and did whatever it was that you did. That’s on me for offering, not on you for accepting. I honestly am extremely turned on by it, but after your performance last night a bit worried. I am a very sexual woman. I need a good fuck almost every day. So, here’s what I want. You will not jack off, you will not flirt with other women, you won't even look at other women. You will get off with me, and only with me.” Your mind was sluggish and still almost devoid of caffeine so you simply nodded.

“I think that by doing that maybe you will be more attentive to me. Honestly, I should have added this as the caveat to my promise. Your job is to keep me fucked, and fucked well. Your cock, your tongue, your fingers. As long as I get off a few times a week I will be happy. I will tell you when I want sex. Don’t ask, don’t beg.”

Your mind was reeling. The programing was working in ways you hadn’t even considered, and she was far more assertive than you ever considered.