Or is there one?

A few minutes later Anne came out from her shower and sat back where she had been. You had had enough sense to put a towel down where she had been sitting. You honestly only had her shower because you needed a few minutes to get your head screwed back on. Your amazement at what your wife had blown your mind, it was more than you could have ever even imagined. She was beyond perfect.

“Anne, first I want to tell you how sorry I am for the knife test earlier. That was far more **** than I should have gone. Second, I want to tell you that I do, and always will love you. You are my perfect wife. We are going to have some fun times.”

You took a breath grasping for what to say next. “When we are home you have been programmed to be highly submissive, and horny. However, I do not want a full-blown **** most of the time. I want you to for the most part act normally, even here, but you will be ready to follow every instruction that you are given by me, and only by me. Do you understand?”

Anne nodded her head but stayed at your feet. “Anne, that means you can sit in a chair, you do not need to be on the floor, honey.”

Anne simply nodded her head again, and said: “I understand master, however, unless it is an order I would prefer to be in my proper place.”

As it had over the last half hour your jaw was back on the floor. “Anne, while we are sitting, and talking you are to sit with me in a chair, or on the couch, or on the bed unless I tell you otherwise.”

I was struggling a bit, I know I had been the person to make her this way, I had taken time to put each piece of this programming together, however, I was beginning to realize that while I wanted a submissive **** wife I also wanted her to be comfortable, and still be my wife.

“Anne, for now, I want you to act normally. Over time we will establish your role. I want things to evolve a bit more slowly. You are my ****, we are both fully aware of that, and what it means. You will do anything you are asked, without hesitation, or question. But we will define your role slowly.”

“Yes, Master,” Anne said quietly.

“Now, you have already consented to everything I have done to you, but I want you to do so again. This time, however, I will collar you, indefinitely. You will eventually be getting a tattoo marking my ownership. But for now, this necklace will be your collar.” You stand up and move so that you are standing in front of her, with just a bit of room so she could again sink to her knees, as you both knew she would mere seconds from now.

“Anne, my wife, my lover, my ****. Do you accept this necklace, your collar, as a sign of your ownership for now, and always to me? If so, assume the position, and prepare for your new life.”

Without hesitation, Anne all but threw herself to the floor. “Anne, as a reward for you becoming collared, when this collar clicks shut, and you feel the weight on your chest, you are to cum harder than you have in your entire life.” With that, you wrapped the necklace around her perfect neck and snapped the clasp shut. As you did you heard a gushing sound as Anne orgasmed. She squirted hard and was shaking from the intensity of it all. You had to catch her as he all but passed out.

As you held her in place, gently stroking her hair you suddenly realized that your cock was literally throbbing. You had been **** for a release before Anne came out of her programming, and now after all of the highly erotic displays, you were beyond ****.

“Anne, make me cum.” With that, you stripped off your clothes and sat down. Before you were fully seated Anne had your cock down her throat. She was deep throating you, moaning, and edging her pussy while you could only sit there and enjoy the devastatingly sexy display.

It took only a couple of minutes before you were ready, and without warning, you began blasting shot after shot of your cum down her throat. She merely moaned louder and edged her pussy faster. You knew she could not cum without your explicit permission anymore, so you quietly say “cum, slut.” And she exploded once again. She sunk to the floor, lying at your feet.

So this is how it begins.