Up Her Dose

You're woken up in the morning by the squeaking sound of latex rubbing against latex. You blink three times. Emma is standing near her closet, getting dressed. At this moment, she's wearing nothing besides a pair of bright red latex panties and bra. In the few days since she'd gone shopping, you don't recall her wearing her old cloth underwear even once. You groggily rise from bed and head down to the kitchen. She was still buttoning up her top.

You set to work on breakfast. Weeks ago, when you'd first started giving her Slave4U, she'd been confused why you were so insistent on cooking in the morning. Now it was routine. She might not know it but today was the day that routine would be changed. The dose you'd been giving her up until now was normal. It kept her horny and susceptible, but it wasn't having too drastic an effect. You'd heard horror stories of people who started with high doses and whose girlfriends had gone hog wild fucking everything in sight. Now that her interests were channeled, an increased dose would only continue her down the pathway you'd already set up for her. Or at least you hoped so.

Today you gave her an extra 10% of Slave4U on top of her normal dose. Over the next week and a half you'd bring that up to 25%. Then she'd be ready for more advanced conditioning.

Emma walks down stairs and gives your cheek a sleepy kiss. You playfully smack her ass. She complains, of course, but of late those complaints had become more playful. She's into it.

"Ugh. Your green mystery sludge tastes worse then usual today." She makes a face when she drank from her green smoothie. You take a sip from your own, Slave4U free, glass and pretend to enjoy it. She still thinks it's a health drink. How long before the charade is no longer needed?

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