Tom makes more changes

Throughout the week, Tom paid close attention to Sarah and how the changes he had made to prompt the creation of Amber started to blend in to his wife's behavior, though he wasn't sure exactly where Sarah stopped and Amber started, to be honest.

That first day, she came back home as Sarah but had several bags of clothes that she had bought during her lunch break, mentioning something about how her wardrobe needed a bit more color and flair to her daily outfit. She came back out from their bedroom an hour later with a bag of clothes that she handed to him and asked if he could donate them. Some of them were her wardrobe that she spent (thousands on, really) building up a professional appearance before the coin, saying how she shouldn't be judged on her skin or the amount of fabric up top. Even after the age reduction, she still kept that mindset up and had a slight disdain towards a more feminine appearance. Here, though, the fabric (though it still covered her well and had a very modest appearance), still played up her breasts and called attention to the cleavage beneath. A piqued look from him caused her to blush slightly as she turned on spot and presented herself to him. "Like?"

Tom didn't answer her verbally, he simply placed his phone down, took her hand, and led her back to the bedroom where they proceeded to fuck on the bed. She became much more submissive to him, something that was also different than the way they usually had sex, and much more vocal about her pleasure and what she wanted. She moved her body in rhythm with his, her breasts were much more sensitive to his lips and when he nipped it in foreplay, she came for him. Hard. Sarah, all ego aside, was not the most orgasmic of people and it took her awhile to get going. Now, though, he had her hot, bothered, wet, and panting with simple nipple play. By the time he was himself ready to cum in her, Sarah was past really any semblance of her normal self, moaning half-coherently and her hair and face soaked in sweat.

"Jesus...Tom..." she panted after coming around and all he could do was smile and cradle her until she fell asleep. After making sure she was sound asleep, he slipped out of bed and walked into the office where he placed the coin and picked it up in his palm.

"I wish Sarah to become even more submissive to me as Sarah and to her clients as Amber."

Over the next few nights, Tom's favorite viewing site had become the mansion's secret streaming service, given to clients who paid for the privilege through extensive (read "expensive") package purchases. His, though, was given by Jerome, whom he suspected had gotten it from the mysterious "Red Velvet Lady" known simply as Irene. He suspected that it was perhaps her real name, or at least something close to it. Tom knew better than to pry and Jerome, seemingly on behalf of his employer, appreciated the discretion shown by giving him more than the rumored "platinum exclusive" camera views, which included 360 degree in high-def 4K stream quality. He couldn't help but laugh a little as he settled into the den.

Sex paid damn good.

Her glamour shot was something interesting to see.

Not to mention that he watched the photographer then proceed to use body oil as he fucked her in the ass while on his back...

Tom may have made that last part possible on a random wish that she would like Anal play as much as vaginal, something that Sarah always insisted was beneath her and the one time he tried it during their dating before marriage had almost ended their relationship right then and there. She had insisted...no, demanded...that they never again talk about anal. Tom hadn't been too keen on the idea of forgoing something as fun as taking his woman from behind but, faced with the prospect of their relationship ending, had relented. Modern-day parlance would label him a "simp".

This coin was dangerous, he realized, but the wish was made.

Tom continued to watch her with guy...

...after guy...

...after guy...

****

Tom looked at the video for a few more moments before he leaned back in the chair and turned away for a moment. It was a simple message that Jerome had sent to him, care of one Ms. Irene, that had him both confused as well as looking down at the coin in his hand. The offer had been made for Amber, one that was tempting as well as a test of how much things could go on between them like this. Amber was sought out by an investor in Irene's operations for a weekend excursion, where she would be serving not only him but several other men, men who had dropped a mini-fortune scouting Amber during the week (hence the envelopes now sitting in her dresser drawer), men who wanted what she could offer.

The offer was also pretty simple: she would be fucked in each and every way and the thing would be recorded. In essence, porn. Sarah/Amber would become a porn star.

Irene, though, had not made that choice, instead merely stating she would talk with him and left it at that. In turn, Tom knew the implicit stakes involved. Investor in a person's business, making drops every night, definitely would not be kind to a negative response, regardless of what was the circumstances. Besides, wasn't this something that Amber wanted to do? Could he make that call for her, though?