She didn’t know whether to hate him or love what had happened.

It was impossible for Tom to tell at first exactly how Sarah was feeling. A dozen emotions flickered over her face, one after the other, before she let out an annoyed huff. “Damn it, Tom!” She threw her head back to stare at the ceiling. “And with my brother? Really?!”

He did feel a little bad about that, but instead of making that clear, Tom just shrugged and told her, “Well, you did say I could do whatever mental changes I wanted, right?” She grunted, a confirmation he was right even if she didn’t necessarily agree. “So, really, what do you think?” Even if he didn’t want to admit it, Tom was scared he’d really crossed the line.

“I...” she started, clearly unsure what to say. “I don’t know. The fact you let all your friends fuck me, that you turned me into a prostitute, that you made me fuck my brother? It kind of hurts knowing you’d do those things to me, if I wasn’t able to say no.” He could hear that she was being genuine, that she really was hurt by those actions. “But on the other hand,” she said, clearly **** to continue. “It was really hot. The fact you had total power over me, and ran with it. What it was like to be a submissive servant. Even all the things you made me do...it was all really sexy.”

While Tom was happy to hear that his wife got something out of the experience, he also couldn’t forget how upset she was as well. He’d kind of lost himself in the ability to do whatever he wanted with her, and he realized that was something that scared her. Hell, it scared him. So, he thought about it a little bit and asked, “Well, maybe the coin can help with that?” That got her attention, and she looked at him curiously. “Right now, I’ve got two options running through my head: I could wish that you weren’t bothered by the things I made you do, and wouldn’t ever be bothered by sexual acts I wish you into doing in the future.”

Sarah sucked in a breath. “That’s...a solution.” He knew she was thinking the same thing he was, but she had the guts to say it. “I might like that. But it also means I’d be handing even more power over to you, forever. I’d never be able to be upset with you for taking away my free will ever again.” When she put it like that, it seemed even worse, Tom had to admit to himself.

“That was just one option,” he told her. “I would never wish for that without you approving of it first, I promise.” That seemed to bring back some trust from her. “The other thing I was thinking, was something like wishing out future possibilities. Like, wishing that nothing I do could influence you into having sex with my friends, or strangers, or your family, ever again.” This idea had a bit of the opposite problem. It restricted the sexy fun that was possible with the coin. “But like I said, we don’t have to do either if you don’t want to. We can think about it and decide on something else.”