The Conversion Continues

It took Anne a noticeably short amount of time to strap her sister into the chair. She explained things almost to a tee the way that you had explained it to her what seemed like yesterday. It had been months at this point. Elise asked if it was safe, if it would have any detrimental impacts, any potential side effects. Would it hurt? All the questions that you would expect, and then came a question that made you laugh; isn’t your husband going to mind? You had just taken a sip of water and almost snorted it across the room. Would you mind? Of course, not my dear, I suggested it, more so ordered it.

The initial induction phase had her drooling just like her sister had. The same facial expressions, and the same body language. It was working. It was about twenty minutes into the second phase when you started to inject miniature programs into the stock program you had told Anne to use on Elise. While she had been practicing and preparing everything you had created your modifications for her sister. Some were to make her more aggressive, or bratty. Others were to have her do specific things that would compliment her sisters programming, others were just to see if they worked.

By the final faze you could tell that the additional programing had caused her to deviate a bit from the way that Anne had responded. She seemed needier, more wound up. She was going to be a handful, hopefully in a good way. Elise was a stunning woman. Slightly younger at just nineteen years old. She had a slight build with the most perfect B cup breasts, the longest legs you had ever seen on a woman, and to cap those amazing legs was an outrageously fat ass. It was her masterpiece she told some idiot who hit on her while we were at dinner a few years ago, and it was amusing how fast the guy backed off. He obviously had not anticipated that she not only knew she had an ass but was proud of it. The guy apparently was a beta.

It took about twenty minutes for Elise to come back to reality after the program ended. Anne simply had her stay seated and handed her some water and a bowl of fruit to get her strength back. I was hard as a rock just looking at her. She almost immediately stripped out of her drenched clothing and just sprawled in the chair. She was completely drained. I had given Anne a few questions to ask her, and I watched with bated breath as she worked her way through each of them. The final question was the most important to me. I had not noticed but as Anne asked the question I had leaned within millimeters of the tablet “Who is your master, your owner?” Elise looked at her sister, head cocked to the side, and slowly answered in almost a whisper. “Your husband is my master and my owner. You gave me to him.”

Anne’s reaction to that question was not what I expected. She sat down hard and sobbed for a few minutes while her sister just stared at her. Anne finally regained her composure and quietly said “I had to dear sister. I had too. I’m sorry.” Elise smiled at her and giggled. “Anne, he owns us. We were bigger feminists than mom and now a man owns us. HAH! Can you imagine what people would say if they knew that we were nothing more than human fleshlights for a man?” Anne’s mouth fell open for a second and then she too started to laugh. “They would lose their minds. Worst of all they would flog us for the fact that we will enjoy every single second of it. Don’t worry little one. He will take care of both of us.

With that Anne walked over to her sister and helped her stand up. After the minute it took Elise to stand up Anne cupped her chin and tilted her head and kissed her younger sister. Not a chase kiss, one that I would come to love. They made out. It only lasted a couple of minutes and then the cameras followed the girls into the bathroom where Anne slowly, and lovingly washed her sister in the shower. After they were done they walked into the master bedroom and within half an hour they were both asleep.

You decided that it was best to turn in as well. You closed your laptop and powered off your tablet. You took a shower, and flopped onto the bed and as soon as your head hit the pillow you were asleep.