Try to mess with the computer to teach her a lesson.

Less then pleased with your cavorting wife who is selfishly fondling and debasing that curvaceous body of hers, without your assistance, as she brazenly lays sprawled across your favorite recliner, you decide she needs to be taught a lesson.

Selina is so enraptured in her VR fantasy she doesn't even notice when you stand right next to her. Picking up your laptop, that she hacked, you sit down on a nearby coffee table and quickly determine that your wife is watching some explicit video filmed by LexCorp security. Ignoring the video you try to figure out the best way to get the attention of your buxom bride: Maybe changing out the video or taking over the speaker in her helmet.

Strangely, you notice, the VR program that is controlling the helmet isn't from WayneTech but is also from LexCorp. Clicking on the “settings” pull down you get a standard menu of options, save for the last two which read:

Neurological Level: Passive

Physiological Level: Mild

Opening up the information pop-ups you read, “The Neurological Level influences the amygdala, limbic system and pons region of the brain stem, opening the patient to subconscious, and even cognitive, suggestion.” Followed by: “The Physiological Level gives finite control of gonadocorticoids levels and blood flow to the corpus cavernosum, giving full power over of the patient's state of physiological stimulation.”

“By the heavens.” You stutter in shock. “It's mind control.” Or at least a form of mental suggestion coupled with exact control over the wearer's state of sexual arousal.

“Hmm. Yeahhh.” Selina moans causing you to look down at emerald eye beauty who is gently trusting her hips up and down against the vibrator wand she manipulates with her left hand as her right gropes away at her large breasts underneath her suit. “While the dog's away the cat will play.” She then purrs in arrogant self-indulgent pleasure. “So worth it.”

You now begin to understand why Selina was tempted to steal all these things; It was to have the ultimate orgasmic experience. One that apparently didn't include you.

Flipping over to the “Patient's Vital Readings” you note that her various hormonal levels are steadily rising, as your wife works her way to an orgasm. You pause for a second contemplating your next course of action. After scanning through the various notes about the extensive testing done on the system you conclude this technology is safe.

“Damn! What a body.” Your wife suddenly moans. “I really need to cum.”

Opening the “Control Panel” you click off the video she is watching.

“What the?!” Selina protests and slides her hand out from under her bra and begins to wave it in the air trying to operate the virtual menu. “I'm not done yet.” She complains

Turning the “Neurological Level” to “active” you speak into the laptop's microphone, “Your arms are now trapped to your side, you cannot move them.”

A greatly annoyed and displeased scowl runs across your wife's lips, as her hands against her will take firm hold of the recliner's two arms. Selina tries to resist by rolling her shoulders back and forth, trying in vain to break free from the mental shackles.

“What the hell is going on?!” The “former” cat-burglar protests. “Let me go!”

Touching the “Physiological Level” slider on the screen you quickly slide it up close to max setting.

“Ohhh FUCKKK!!!” Your wife screams as she violently arches her back, causing her bra covered tits to fully slip out from her wide open cat suit while the vibrator goes flying across the room. You see every muscle lock as she is **** to stay in her contorted pose. “Fuck, Fuck! FUCK!!” She yells as she is brought to, and kept at, the edge of a massive orgasm. The grimace on her lips clearly shows how shocking, and even a bit painful, the overwhelming nature of the sudden arousal has effected her near perfect athletic and voluptuous body.