She's my personal telepath

You remember the time your wife got angry with you for lingering on the cover of a Vogue magazine. Emma Frost was the covergirl, one of the most powerful telepaths in the world, and also happened to be a model level beauty. You remember how angry your wife became with you for that day, but could you really blame her? Emma frost was barely dressed, in an outfit more akin to a bikini than a dress, and you couldn't take your eyes off that figure. You pictured your wife as a mirror of the great Emma Frost, and before you opened your eyes you heard a voice.

"Darling? Are you alright? You haven't said anything for a while." You open your eyes and see her speak to your mind with closed lips, "Sorry, I know you don't like me going into your mind, but I was worried." You're amazed, she's turned into a brunette version of Emma Frost. You see her toned stomach visible through her now sheer clothing, her legs have gained significant length, and her breasts haven't gotten much larger, but they have attained a perfect 45/55 shape. Her hair has thickened with wavy volume, and her face has gotten much younger. Your new wife couldn't be a day over 25. She's even attained some of the striking facial aspects of Emma Frost, while still retaining her own identity.

"Darling? Can you get me out of this bind?" She speaks you with a deeply sexual voice, not that she's trying to do so, but because that's just how she sounds now. You travel behind her to undo the rope you bound her with, and help her stand afterwards. You hold her delicate hand as she steadies herself. "Darling, why was I tied to that chair? I can't remember." You lock your gaze with her crystal blue eyes, "It was your punishment dear." She's taken aback, you're not sure what her reaction means, but you're certain she couldn't harm you now. "Oh darling, I'm so sorry. Are you satisfied?" She falls to her knees for penance and to beg for forgiveness.

"I'm not satisfied. Though from where you kneel I imagine you know what I want." You're stern, you've got a domineering relationship with your new wife. Despite her calling you darling, and you calling her dear, she's much more of a **** to you. She unzips your pants accordingly and fluffs your cock to a full erection with little hesitation. You stare down at her naturally full lips as they smear ice white lipstick on your cock. She maintains her submissive eye contact with you while she pleasures you with her throat. You're in ecstasy, and nothing could take you from the moment, other than the jingling of keys.

Someone comes through the door as you stand in the kitchen, in full view of the front door. Such a sound catches your wife off guard as well, who's sudden reaction causes you to cum in her mouth. The door swings open and you lock eyes with your technical daughter, who freezes in time. You panic for a moment before remembering what you're capable of and calming back down. "Erika? Why don't you take a seat?" You call out to her, but she doesn't move. "Dear, can you help your daughter?" Your wife turns to you, cum dripping from her lips, "I already have. I froze her body in time, but her mind remains. She's quite angry with you and I."

"Well done then. Let me decide what to do with her." You might have to change her rather drastically in order to make her forget this, but you're confident that you could make her unrecognizable.