Some very mean changes.

She stands there, naked, a blank expression on her face. Just an automaton at the moment, just waiting for his commands. He reaches out to run a thumb over her lips, feeling their softness and imagining hia cock once again entering her mouth. He goes to work.

He first opens her stats, which are shown on a scale of zero to a hundred. When finds her libido, currently at a baseline of zero out of one hundred. He raises it up to currently be sixty nine, with a second tap setting her default level of arousal at fifty-five. Imagining his sexy trophy wife constantly horny, and never quite being able to stop the throb of her pussy was turning him on even more.

He next opened up her inhibitions, currently at... eighty three? No place in his home for a prude, he decided, and so he lowers it down, way way down, to fifteen. He has no idea what that will do, but is interested in seeing the results.

He notices a stat display for Independence, and hers was sitting around the high seventies. Enough to want a rich husband, and possibly plot to get away with a fat settlement? He quickly fixed that by lowering her Independance down  to a low thirty.

With that done, it was time to create some rules for her behaviour.

"New Rule: When at home, you will only wear high heels and the choker I've just given you. You are a Trophy and should be proudly displaying yourself as one." He grins at the thought of his hot young Trophy Wife walking around the house naked for him.

"New Rule: When deciding what to wear, you will always opt for the outfit that's appropriate for a Bimbo Trophy Wife in any given situation. And when buying new clothes, you will seek out the sluttiest, most revealing attire. You have a beautiful body, and should proudly show it off as much as possible." It would also, he thought to himself, make it impossible for her to be taken seriously at her computer sciences job. He hated coming home and waiting for her to return.

"New Rule: You cannot achieve orgasm without my permission, and your pleasure stacks." He was curious how his wife would handle being so horny, but unable to cum. He removes his cock and starts jerking over her face.

"New Rule: You love cum. You can't get enough of it, the taste, the smell, the way it feels on your skin, the way it feels inside of your mouth, your pussy, or your ass. It's like a **** for you. You are a cumslut. My cumslut. You are a dirty little cum junkie, my cum junkie. You're always hungry for it, always needing it, inside and outside of your body." He stroked his cock faster, aiming for her face.

But stops himself, reluctantly. He doesn't want to blow his load when she's in a trance. Not before he's had the opportunity to enjoy a bit of the fruits of his labors.

And with that, he finalizes the changes, and with another tap on the controller, the heart-shaped gem's glow fades, and Daphne's eyes become more alert. Her eyes moving towards his crotch, where his cock is still out. She immediately drops down on all fours, crawls over to him, kisses his erect cock, looking up at him and says, "Mmm so yummy! My favorite flavour!"