Luke blanches at the latest revelation.

She should have remembered though. She’d designed this body after all. But... reading, writing and numeracy skills... gone. That made her even more helpless. And it was capped too. There wasn’t a way to undo that. It sunk home just how truly screwed she was. Again that submissive thrill. The more she lost, the lower she sunk, the more helpless she became... the more she loved it. She bit her lip.

“Well then, we’d best be going...” Tracy said. “Thanks again Dave. I think we’re going to enjoy our new lives. Aren’t we... Tracy?”

Luke frowned as she realised that she was being called Tracy. The wife. Her wife... “Tracy?” She repeated. When things are named they took on a new life. There was a power to names. A sense of definition.

“And I’m Luke... your husband. Your master.” He said as he took the engagement ring and wedding band that belonged on Tracy’s finger and slipped them on the right digit.

“Wife?” The newly renamed Tracy asked as she nodded slowly. She would be a good wife... it was the mental conditioning... or was it? She felt unsure. But yes... she was Luke’s wife. His property.

The new Luke grinned as he looked down at Tracy in her sodden G- string and the proud nipples poking out of her top. He felt a sense of dominance and desire that burned hotly in him. “Yes. Mrs Tracy Kelvin. My wife. And perhaps soon to be mother of my children...” he suggested. He helped her stand.

Unsteadily, like a newborn fawn, Tracy left NuYu with her husband. “See ya around Tracy,” David waves.