Your First Command

Before we dive back into our tale of our slutty wife. First thanks to all of the folks that are following along! Your readership is what keeps this story going! Beyond stoked so many people like it. Second, if you want to add to this story feel free to do so, I would love to see how others would expand on this story because that would give me inspiration as well! Lastly, enjoy our smutty fiction!

**Please note that there are some fairly dark things in this chapter. You have been warned. **

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It was a few minutes to start fully breathing again, as she simply sat on her knees in front of you. Her luscious tits were pressed out, and she oozed a kind of slutty submissiveness. Your thoughts were spinning in your head as you thought through the millions of possibilities in your head, but quickly you realized that you were getting ahead of yourself. You needed to test your ability to control your wife completely. You needed a hyper **** test that would be so far out of the norm that she would never have agreed to do it. It had to be drastic, and even as you said the words you felt like the shittiest person on the planet. “Go grab a knife from the kitchen, come back and kneel in front of me, and cut yourself.”

Without so much as a whimper, Anne walked into the kitchen grabbed a knife sat on her heels and was a split second from cutting her wrist when you screamed “STOP! Fuck! Anne, goddammit! Stop!”

She sat motionless with the knife barely off of her skin, you could see a small line where the knife had indeed just slightly sliced into her.

“Anne put the knife in the dishwasher and come back.” Your mind was racing, almost as fast as your pulse. “fuck.” You muttered to yourself as she came back out and assumed her original position. You grabbed her wrist to see if she had really hurt herself, or if it was a scratch. You had never meant for her to actually hurt herself, but you had to know how deep the programming had reached.

“Anne, it looks like you are fine. I will never forgive myself for doing that to you. Please forgive me. Fuck. Talk to me.” You implored her desperately.

Looking straight ahead Anne simply said, “What would you like me to talk about Master?”

“Holy fuck!” you thought, this was more **** than you had planned on it being. “Anne, tell me how you feel after your programming session? Please look at me while you tell me.”

Anne immediately looked at you, and then said, “I feel fine, Master.”

Her short, concise answers were going to drive you completely mad. “Anne, tell me in detail what you are currently feeling, and then tell me in detail what you remember from your programming.”

Anne nodded ever so slightly, took a breath and then said “Master, I can barely think because of how horny I am, my pussy is literally dripping on the floor underneath me. Every few seconds I am having flashbacks to having sex with you. Images of men, women, and toys keep flying through my mind spiking my arousal. I feel completely relaxed because I only have one task. I have no need to make decisions, I don’t have to think beyond what you tell me to think or do. “

Your jaw was on the floor by this point. You had not considered that the programming would have been this intense. Before you could even get past your shock she continued. “I remember the programming completely. The mantras that I was programmed to repeat and speak out loud are constantly bouncing around my head just like the images. I know that my purpose is when I am in your presence to be completely docile, beyond horny, even to the point of being mindless. My purpose when you are present is simply to serve in any way you choose.” She took a breath and continued “Outside of this house I am to retain my personality for the most part. I will always still have an edge of arousal, but I am not to engage with anyone without your explicit permission. All other men are unattractive. Women are highly attractive, but only because I am to find them attractive, and get horny thinking of you fucking each of them. I am to never to tell anyone without your explicit permission. I am not allowed to cum unless you allow it.”

By this point, you knew exactly what she was going to say next because you had put it there. There was quite literally no deviation away from your programming. It was time to stop her. “Anne. I want you to drink as much water as you need to, then go take a shower. Dry off then return to your current position.”

You took a deep breath as she walked away. Her walk was substantially more sensual than it had been only a few hours ago, it was as if her every single action was to be sexy for you. The programming had worked. Now it was time to get off so that you could think straight, and then figure out what was next. You had planned only up to this point. Now it was time to move forward.

It was time to plan for the future.