Tutorial Program Starts

A week ago, the Tutorial Portion would be Daphne guiding the Player in interactions and problem solving. Yesterday, she would have been creating a system based around flirting and soft to heavy petting as the primary form of information gathering.

Now... she'd be making a Tutorial that trained Male Players to use the Female Characters as worthless cumdumps, and Female Players to achieve worth and progression by fucking their way to the top and never stopping. And in that kind of game environment... it would almost certainly lead to Male Players treating Female Players as brainless cockholsters and the Female Players offering no resistance, only ardent compliance.

She input the new parameters and was pleased to get the all-clear for the direction. Before entering the Simulated Office, the game version, not her Husband's, she ported over the office rules from her Husband's Office to the Game Office and rolled up her skirt. She slowly pulled her buttplug out and cleaned it with her mouth. On her chair, she put a pair of vibrating dildos to fuck her irl while she did her work. They felt good going in.

It was time to be played with!

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All the Male Employees received a company-wide e-mail. They were to input their Physical Data for implementation in the Tutorial Mode. They were also informed they would receive a video of Tutorial Interactions between Daphne and their Physical Data Avatar for them to assess and then later compare when interactions are repeated offline to ensure a high fidelity to real life.

All the men were looking forward to it.

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Freddie got a notification that his wife was going back into a simulation. Booting up a Computer, he observed her remotely from home.

LOADING DATA

LOADING SIMULATION INSTALLING Daphne Johnson, TROPHY WIFE INSTALLING Company Male Staff Physical Data...

Character: Mrs. Daphne Johnson, née Blaketon

Class: Trophy Wife

Owner: Husband, Mr. Fredrick Johnson

Libido; 165, default 69 (Notification: Due to Overcooked event, and recent sexual interactions, there may be some further affects to Mrs. Daphne Johnson if she doesn't achieve climax. Some effects may become permanent)

Inhibitions; X

Independance; 5

Exhibitionist; 97

Object; 100 (Notification: while Mrs. Daphne Johnson is in a Simulated Reality, her body act as an Object for sexual pleasure, capable of responding to stimuli)

• Rule homewear restrictions (control choker and "high heels", buttplug added through "Anal Slut" Rule)

• Rule wardrobe choices ("Bimbo Trophy Wife") with clothes shopping restrictions ("slutty" and "revealing" prioritised)

• Rule Pleasure Restrictions (Husband's Permission to Climax) with sexual pleasure cumulative build (Warning, with this in effect and libido default set above fifty, "Daphne" will be unable to reduce arousal naturally)

• Rule Cum Addiction (set to maximum, "cum dependency") with bonus on Husband's cum

• Rule "Cock Slut" (**** compulsion for cock with added submission buffs and priority given to Husband's cock, and an extra -20 to Independance when exposed to a cock)

• Rule "Anal Slut"  (anal sex requirement compulsion attached specifically to husband with "ass to mouth" included, and anal cavity to be filled with plug when not in use)

• Rule "My Husband's Trophy" strengthened identification with "Bimbo Trophy Wife" beyond wardrobe choices (includes further Independance, Inhibitions, and Libido modifiers, disassociation from prior values that conflict with "Bimbo Trophy Wife", Mental Projection of Husband/Owner to be present in all Fantasies) (Notification: high Object and "My Husband's Trophy" have disassociated Mrs. Daphne Johnson from core self identity. It will be up to the Owner to set new core self identity)

• Rule Linguistic and Topic Restrictions to be referred to as "Trophy Talk" (no modifier to Intelligence, only behaviour. Mrs. Daphne Johnson will be unable to describe her past, present, or future when prompted in any form that doesn't align with "Bimbo Trophy Wife" and will receive positive reinforcement, "pleasure" when rewriting her past in ways that present her as a low intelligence Gold Digger) (Further Notes; Husband's position as above all has been further reinforced and Mrs. Daphne Johnson's female friend group will now be cycled through in engineered fantasies to ensure sexualisation is present)

• Rule "Performative Lesbian" sexuality has been edited to include Lesbianism as Heterosexual Foreplay (Husband's Authority has again been imprinted on Mrs. Daphne Johnson's mind, along with an expectation that she must convert her female friends into sexual utilities for her Husband/Owner)

• Rule "Chef Cunt / Bimbo Baker" Mrs. Daphne Johnson feels compelled to prioritise cooking for her Husband/Owner over her Career and Interests not relevant to goal of of embodying "Bimbo Trophy Wife" and will also feel compelled to be sexually available while cooking. (amendments to "Wardrobe Restrictions" to include Aprons and Mitts while cooking/baking)

Seeing his wife having a further "Overcooked" brain, he remembered the video message, her and her best friend at work Velma. Of course. He decided he'd need to keep watch amd maybe order her to cum a few times or she might end up as stupid as she's now compelled to act like.

Her body becoming a Sex Doll while she's in a Sim sounded interesting,  and he got confirmation when Jerry sent some pictures of Daphne being skullfucked with her visor on.

"CUM" Giving his Trophy a little reward for her first "shift" as a literal sex toy.

"high Object and "My Husband's Trophy" have disassociated Mrs. Daphne Johnson from core self identity. It will be up to the Owner to set new core self identity..." he read again and pulled up his wife's current Avatar. Why not? He activated the "designer's toolbar'and got to work.

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Daphne climbed out of her car and the sound of her black four-inch heels echoed in the carpark. The place was heated, so she didn't feel cold despite only wearing her shoes, a buttplug, her choker, and a lanyard with her ID Card.

Long blonde hair, done in a long, single braid, with a stray lock dangling in front of her face, something Freddie's first wife often did with her hair. Her bright blue eyes, the same colour as his second wife's, shone with intelligence hard-earned by years of study. Her full, pouty lips, that she took care to touch up with makeup to always remind him of the last time they were wrapped around his cock. Her smooth, flawlessly tanned skin, deliciously toned, long legs, with her large D-Cup breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Her breasts were her one cosmetic alteration, the rest was genetics, working hard in the gym, and plenty of sun whenever she went out to hang on his arm or remind him she was what he had to come home to. So far, she felt she made the right choice on D-Cup, despite how often her husband not-so-subtly hinted at going up a few sizes.

EDIT

Daphne climbed out of her car and the sound of her pink six-inch platform heels echoed in the carpark. The place was heated, so she didn't feel cold despite only wearing her shoes, a buttplug, her choker, and a lanyard with her ID Card.

Bubblegum pink hair done into ridiculously childish pigtails (blowjob handles). Even from a distance, the colour and the hairstyle guaranteed nobody would expect a serious conversation. Her eyes, with pink irises, have a fog of lust in them that obscures the flashbof intelligence hidden away. Her lips were thick, inflated. True DSLs that gave her trouble speaking. She couldn't even close her mouth, just leave it slightly open in a Bimbo Pout. They were shiny pink, like Daphne had just finished applying a fresh coat of lip gloss after sucking a few cocks. Her skin was a truly decadent mod; metallic gold. She really was a walking, breathing Trophy. Despite the metallic appearance, her skin remains smooth, and soft. Her long legs perfectly show off her heels and make her more doll-like. Artificially expanded tits and ass bounce and clap as she walks. Gigantic KK Cups and a massive fifty inch ass finish it all. She was her Husband's Trophy, his sexy slut. If this is what he saw in her, it is what she was meant to be.

She stopped at the entrance and assumed the correct position for scanning a woman into the building;
POSE FOR SCAN Accessing Doors and Lifts are a two-part process. You'll need the correct passcard, and you'll need to assume the correct position during the automated scan. "Squat with yer legs wide apart, so we can see yer wet cunt. Hands behind yer head so we haff an unspoiled view of yer melons. Tongue out and mouth open like yer waitin' fer yer nex' cock to suck."

Daphne lifted the exact words and tone of the Security Guard from her Husband's Simulated Office and then pulled up the sound editing software to ensure the instructions are embedded into the Female Player's psyche, along with having a text crawl with optional audio to play in the HUD every time a Female Player nears a Door or Lift.

Daphne wasn't disappointed, there was a Security Guard waiting behind the Entrance to "welcome her". Mister Norbert's Physical Data Avatar followed programming to slide his cock into Daphne's open mouth.

Out in the Real World, Norbert opened his phone to find a video of of a Golden Bimbo version of Daphne sucking a digital copy of his cock. He was invited to review her work and even prompt behaviours of his digital doppelganger.

Now knowing he can go as far he wants with the tramp, he prompts for her her to be kept at the base of his fat dong, **** as her throat is hollowed out. So turned on from the sight, the Security Guard decides to go fuck her **** throat at her desk.

Back in the Simulated Office, Daphne was walking towards her Desk with her face covered in jizz. She was debating whether wearing cum was a worthwhile gameplay mechanic before deciding-
ACHIEVEMENTS DISPLAY A clean appearance can make you look prudish as the day progresses. NPCs will act negatively to a Female Player that avoids helping her Male Colleagues with their impulses. "Thass a gud cumbucket. Wear my nut like prize."

Since there weren't yet any "Office Jobs" to take up, the only feature in the Simulated Office was socialisation. As the hours passed, every Man in the Office got a notification on their phone and found a video of their Avatar skullfucking Daphne. Many took the opportunity to head over to where she was irl and drop a load down her throat in time with their digital self.

And all of them grinning because they would soon enough get to get an enthusiastic blowjob from Daphne irl to compare responses.