Round Two...Drop!

Without any prompting, Anne walked over to her chair, as she had taken to calling it, as she did so she shed all of her clothes. She sat down and smiled “I’m ready baby. Make me yours.”

Barely containing your excitement you put the VR goggles over her eyes and set the headphones over her ears. You had added a microphone to your set up earlier in the day so you quickly unmuted it and filled Anne in with your last-minute details. “There are some very minor changes that you may notice. You will be prompted throughout the program to say certain phrases, and you will also remember each, and every second of the program, or at least that is my hope. Nothing is certain when going this in-depth. “

She told you that she understood which was your sign to mute the mic and start the program. The inductions started after a moment, two of the same, and three new ones. You wanted to ensure that this hit her subconscious as hard as it possibly could. This was hopefully the last time you needed to use the set up on her. You wanted her perfect, but you also wanted her functioning, and you were beginning to wonder if you had taken things too fast and if the suggestions hit her in a much more powerful way than you realized originally. But you had been meticulous about this second session instructions so it was as close to perfect as you could make it.

You glanced at the screen and noted that she had made it through to the second induction, so you set a timer on your phone so that you could leave the room if you needed to, you didn’t plan on it, but better to be safe than sorry. The current screen was a combination of three spirals all colliding at different opacities both black and white, but also colors. Even just your quick glance it quickly pulled your attention enough that you had to shake your head for a second to clear it.

You pulled a box from the closet as quietly as possible, supplies that you had purchased earlier in the week for when the training was complete. You started to lay each item on the floor a few feet away from where Anne was melting away in the fourth induction. A slutty outfit that was in a package that stated harem ****, which had been ordered online from a popular BDSM clothing company. A bracelet that was similar to a med-alert bracelet with your address and phone number instead of allergies. And finally, a specially made silver choker necklace that fits Anne’s neck perfectly. Her collar. Not an obvious

“I am a ****,” Anne said in a monotone slur. “I am owned.”

Your cock was begging for you to stroke it, and you likely cum within a second if you did. It took basically all of your will power to simply sit down in your chair and watch her.

“I willingly submit myself to my husband. I am his ****.” She continued “I will always obey his commands, and submit to his decisions.”

Your head was swimming with arousal. Anne was worse off, her pussy was literally leaking almost as much as the drool coming out of her mouth. You wondered how she would like the surprise you had added to the wake-up sequence. If she was this needy now she was going to be **** by that point.

“I will become a perfect wife. I will clean. I will cook. I will suck. I will fuck. I will submit. I am owned.”

“I will make honest suggestions on how I can better be made to submit. I will never tell anyone that I have been turned into a sex ****. I will never think of another person sexually without being commanded to. I am my husbands’ loyal submissive slut.”

She was about halfway through the program now, and the words coming out of her mouth were causing your cock to leak through your boxers and pants. It was the most intense experience of your life. You glanced at your monitor to see the program start the second loop, so you sprinted to the bathroom to pee, grabbed a drink from the kitchen, then settled back into your chair to wait. The mantras were super sexy, but the whole process was seemingly taking forever. Your patience was basically non-existent by this point. You wanted her to be done, and you wanted to see the results. The idea that she was going to be aware of what was going on was one of your better ideas. You hoped that she would enjoy the changes as much as you, the idea that she would deep down end up resenting you was a bit depressing, but you planned on having a pampered ****, not an abused one.

An hour or so later you had actually started to doze off, and so your phone jolted you awake. Anne only had a couple of minutes left before she would be fully awake. You ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a pitcher of water, and a glass. You realized that your drool-soaked wife would need to rehydrate before too long. You came back into the room with only seconds to spare.

You set the glass and pitcher down and began to turn around when you heard Anne remove the goggles, and the headphones and set them into their spots. She didn’t say a word as her gaze landed on you, but simply sat there. Your mind was racing through all of the thoughts of a mentally broken wife, how you would tell her parents and her sister, and her friends. You were screaming internally about how bad you had fucked up and you began thinking through the issue **** to come up with a quick fix. You barely noticed as she slid down from the chair to the floor kneeling in front of you.

"Master, please command me."