Finish what you started.

You can get off any time, you decide, but this is something else. Something even better. Her entire world is in the palm of your hands. You could do literally anything. You can't wait to see just how far you can bend your neighbor's wife into a more appropriate concept of a woman. The god that gave you these powers was very clear on a woman's proper place, and who are you to disagree?

This is bigger than you. This is for all men everywhere. And for the women too, you realize with satisfaction. It's their true purpose, after all. The way things were always meant to be.

"Alright, Jessica. Get comfortable, and relax. Open your mind to what I'm about to tell you because it's all true. Embrace it; believe it to your very core."

She shifts into a cross-legged position, completely unconcerned that her skirt rides all the way up her thighs to give you a good view of her white panties. Her eyelids are heavy and she isn't really focused on anything, a helpless mind waiting to be filled with truth.

You can barely contain your excitement as you choose your words and begin. The words feel a little awkward to speak out loud, but you push past it.

"You've been lied to your entire life. Women are not equal to men. Feminism is poison. Women have forgotten their true purpose, which is to serve men."

She nods absently, eyes glazing over. Her mouth works soundlessly as if she's repeating your words to herself.

"Women are weaker than men, and depend on men to take care of them. You have been so, so wrong to ever believe yourself equal to or superior to any man, and you should feel ashamed. You will need to work very hard to correct the damage you've done."

She looks almost sad as you continue, but she nods along just the same.

"As a woman, you need to understand that you exist for male pleasure. Both to be visually pleasing and as a collection of holes for fucking. It is very rude for a woman to allow a man to suffer an erection without offering herself to help satisfy him. This has always been true, and is true for all women. Anyone who doesn't believe this needs to be helped to see the truth."

She gasps softly, her cheeks reddening as she nods.

"As a married woman, you belong to your husband. You gave yourself to him. He owns you. He is always right, and you should obey and serve him above all others. If you displease him he would be right to divorce you and choose a better woman. This is the proper way of things. It is your responsibility to please him so that he keeps you around."

She is breathing deeply now, face flushed. You can't really tell if she's anxious or aroused, or both. You suspect she's suddenly very worried that she hasn't been a very good wife and that her husband will divorce her.

"And finally, it is your duty as a wife to help your husband understand his place and yours. If he doesn't know you belong to him, that as a man, he is above you in every way, then help him see it. Despite being a woman, it is appropriate for you to help teach him this truth. Give him whatever he wants or needs from you. Be his slut, his whore, his bitch, his ****. Whatever it takes. That's what a good wife is."

Then, as a final gesture of kindness, and to help grease the wheels a bit, you add, "Take pleasure in your place. It feels good and is rewarding to be a woman, as long as you remember your place. Now, you may act freely."

You hold your breath, dying to see if this kind of approach will even work. Your cock is rock hard with anticipation.