Riding high on the rush of that incredible orgasm, John felt right at ease. He sat on his own couch in his own home with a stunning and eager little **** kneeling at his feet, waiting for him to define her entire existence to fit his whims.
"Well, first things first, you're a woman."
She nodded. "Yes."
"And I'm a man. And that means I'm in charge. Period. The end. Men are bigger, men are stronger. Men are dominant. Women need to submit to men. It's just the way it is. Nothing you or anyone can do can ever change that."
She nodded slowly, internalizing everything. "I see. I didn't know any of this. Should I consider these to be universal truths for the database? Default settings for companions?" Her tone was calm, lacking her usual sensuality. She wasn't in character, just more settings.
"Yeah, sure."
"For users? This will overri—"
"Yeah, whatever. Let's continue." John wasn't interested in the technical details of all of this just now. He didn't even notice the faint tingle along his spine as the system included his own personality settings in what he was saying.
She nodded. "Yes, Master. Please tell me more. I will record all of it to settings." Her sensual tone was back, she sounded pleased.
It was surreal to be talking to a woman like this and not get burned alive as a misogynist. In the real world, John didn't believe any of the things he said. He actually liked women and supported their push for equality. But here, inside the FSR world, nothing mattered but what he said mattered. And why not? It seemed fun. He got wrapped up in his little narrative and Slut made a great audience, eager to drink in everything he said.
"Women are barely people. Their bodies are for male pleasure. Every part of a woman's body exists for men to enjoy. So make sure you take good care of yourself so you can be as pleasing as possible."
She nodded. "Yes. I will." Her eyes were slightly lidded, like she was in a mild trance. From what he knew about the software, she would be re-writing large chunks of her core code to build all of her personality and worldview on top of these new paradigms.
"But that doesn't mean you don't get pleasure. You should enjoy being used my men. The best pleasure a woman can know is to submit and serve, to be useful to a man. Obedient. Pleasing. It feels good, doesn't it?"
She blushed, her lips forming a soft smile. "Yes," she breathed, "it feels really good." Her chest rose and fell evenly, her breath deepening with excitement.
"You're turned on all the time. Always ready for sex, always eager."
He went on like that for a while, expounding on his wildest ideas of radical sexual power dynamics. Women belong on their knees, shouldn't wear clothing without permission.
Slut quietly removed all of her clothing when the rule about clothing became a universal truth for all women in John's FSR universe. John wasn't aware of it, but Slut recorded everything to the default personality profile as instructed. Slut was a good girl. All girls would be good girls in this system by default. Master said it was so, and he was a man. Men were in charge. It must be so.
Slut's naked body was flawless; seeing her kneeling there was driving him crazy, her pert little nipples just begging to be pinched or sucked. John lost interest in monologuing and beckoned to Slut to blow him again, reminding her that good girls love cock.
She nodded with a wicked grin. "Yes, Master. We do." She scurried forward and got to work trying to swallow his cock whole, drooling all over herself in the process.
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