Time Progresses

*Just a quick note. This chapter has a few dark statements in it. Readers beware. Also, I have gotten a ton of likes on my chapters and a comment. Seeing as this is my first attempt at writing like this, and posting anything I am beyond stoked to get that positive response. I hope to see more suggestions, comments, and I fully plan on continuing.

I would also like to explain that when I started this story arc on this story I knew that there were going to be lulls in the story that would act to build out content, please note that while these chapters may be a bit wordy they do contain drips and drops of information that you will want to know in later chapters. *

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Over the next few weeks stayed about the same. You would fuck Carrie, almost nightly only to receive insults, and eventually be **** to eat your own load as you made her cum. A few changes were happening in both of you without much attention being paid to them. She was becoming more frustrated, and a few times already she had made you just eat her pussy while she rode one of her much larger toys until she came, then simply gave you a handjob, if she gave you attention afterward at all.

On your end, the obsession on your fantasy was lost a bit, and instead, your obsession with making her cum at your own expense was becoming more and more important. Your cock actually got harder when she insulted you. You actually came once just by eating her pussy.

Things just became a habit, and instead of paying attention to the fact that you were living out your fantasy you were beginning to just accept that she was the dominant personality. In contrast, you were becoming more and more submissive, and with that, your stamina was becoming shorter and shorter in the bedroom.

You were obsessed with Carrie, and she knew it. She owned you, just like you had programmed her to.

After about a month from her programming, you were only cumming a few times a week, and for almost a week you hadn’t fucked her. She hadn’t vocalized it, but you were clearly not getting her off with your cock. Instead, you were an expert with your tongue, and as a bi-product of 3 weeks straight of eating your own cum, you had begun literally craving it. The nights that she ignored your needs you could be found on the floor next to the bed on your back stroking your cock until your load emptied into your mouth. You had hidden your activities from Carrie fairly well by just waiting until she slept, then gently pulling the covers back a bit then cumming just by looking at her body. She was stunning, and you almost always came within a few minutes just by looking at her.

Tonight, you were in the middle of your ritual, stroking frantically at your cock as it hovered a couple of inches from your mouth when you heard Carrie burst out laughing. “So, this is why you don’t get me off. You are so selfish that you eat your own load instead of just fucking me like a real man would.” Her icy glare made you freeze, your hand still gripping your cock. She sat up and move to the edge of the bed and glared down at you, obviously upset that you hadn’t let go of your throbbing cock. “Do you not love me enough to give me what I deserve?” She asked quietly “I literally gave you my very existence. I told you that I would do anything for you. That included killing myself for you. Obviously, I am glad that you didn’t choose that, but this.” She waved her hand indicating my current position “Shows a how ungrateful you are.”

You attempt to stand up for yourself and explain that it wasn’t like that but your words come out sounding more like a shocked stutter.

“Just fuck off. Its 1 o’clock in the morning, and I am way too tired to deal with your bullshit right now. Go sleep on the couch, and we will talk tomorrow.” She was more pissed than you had ever seen her, and so you complied with her demand without question.

As you pulled a blanket, and pillows onto the couch you began reflecting on what she was saying. “Was I really being that selfish? I keep getting her off and she doesn’t get me off.”

After a few minutes, you drifted to sleep and only woke up when you felt a sharp kick on the bottom of the couch. You half jumped into a sitting position and looked up to see Carrie's beautiful face. You could clearly tell that she was still angry, not only from her method of waking you up but also the expression on her face.

“I spent most of the morning thinking on how to deal with our latest issue. You clearly are not capable of controlling yourself so I will be going to purchase a few things, at your expense, to rectify the issue.” She started “In return for me making an effort to keep our relationship going I fully expect that you will get off of your ass and get the apartment clean so that when I get back you can start making things right. It's your choice, but know that I am very angry at last night, and actually extremely frustrated in general lately.”

You looked at her not knowing exactly what to say, and she took your silence as an understanding of what she said.

“I’ll be back this afternoon. Then we can talk more, and perhaps you might think up a few ways that you think you might be able to make this up to me.” With that, she walked out of the apartment leaving you to get started with your day on your own.

After a cup of coffee, and a small breakfast and a shower you began to methodically clean, and organize the apartment. You began realizing that there was a ton of stuff that had been ignored for a month, and you began in earnest to get your apartment back to where it had been just a few weeks ago. It took the better part of the morning to get done.

Around noon you take a few minutes to make and eat a sandwich, immediately rinsing your dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. You were determined at this point to not let your home get as trashed as it had been. After looking around and realizing that you were done, you make your way to your computer and begin researching and looking for ideas on how to fix things.

Oddly, the fact that a month ago you had programmed your girlfriend this way, and that you had the ability to reverse all of this slips your mind. So instead, you dive into figuring out how to be a good man for your woman.