Candice makes a mistake

|> Anything you want tonight.

|> Anything?

|> Anything.

The text message exchange with Richard looped in her head on the ride home. Could she actually do anything he wanted from her? What if he wanted her total submission? Was she ready to do that? She wanted to be ready. But on the other hand, what if he didn’t? If she just raised her submission parameter using MasterPC, maybe she’d miss out on something. Maybe…

She slammed the front door in frustration. How could this be so hard? All she had to do was… of course! That was it!

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror. “I will do anything Richard wants of me tonight.”

Her own command voice hit her instantly and irresistibly. It slithered into her brain, caressing her synapses and pruning decision trees with surgical precision until there was only one path left where it counted. She would do anything her husband wanted. Disobeying him was unthinkable, transgressive, taboo.

She smiled at herself in the mirror. Yes, that’ll do. Now all she had to do was prepare for his arrival.

Richard opened the door to the smell of mashed potatoes and meatballs. “Honey, you cooked for me? How long have you been home?”

“Anything you want tonight, babe. I left work a bit early today, and I know this is your favorite meal.” The lights in the living room were dimmed and there were candles on the dinner table. Candice was looking positively radiant in a silky evening gown that hadn’t fit her since graduation.

“You know, I had planned dinner at Luigi’s today, but… wow. This is better.” He hugged his wife and kissed her on the lips, which she returned with passion.

“That was the intended effect.” She smiled and went to the table to pour two glasses of wine.

Soon, both of them had their stomachs full of delicious meatballs. “So, how did you actually lose weight that quickly? Surely there’s something special you did, right? You must tell me your secrets!”

Richard’s order might have been in good fun, but Candice’s brain couldn’t let it go. “So um, I might have found out a thing or two about your browsing habits.” Heat rushed to her head as her skin instantly became a delightful pink. No, no no nonono!

“Oh? Go on…”

“And I read some of the stories from your ‘Ebooks’ bookmark folder. Specifically, the ones about MasterPC.”

It was Richard’s turn to blush. “You know that’s just a fantasy, right honey? I wouldn’t actually—”

“Turns out that program exists, and I have it now.” There, it was out.

“You… what? But how?”

“No idea. It just showed up, like in the stories. Anyway, that’s what I’ve been using to adjust my weight.”

“But that would mean… What else have you done with it?”

“Used it on myself, mostly. Turns out it’s not as easy as the stories make it seem. And I’ve been scared to use it on other people. What if I messed something up?”

Richard put a hand on her cheek. “Honey, what if you messed something up on yourself? I mean, I’m glad you didn’t, but—”

“Actually, I kind of already did. There’s a Command Voice setting which I activated on myself, and I used it earlier to make myself do anything you want. Turns out that means telling you my secrets if you ask about them…” She smiled at him shyly.

Richard chuckled. “Well in that case, I’m glad you messed up. But now, I think it’s time for you to show me the program.”

She gulped. Her head nodded for her, then her feet carried her into the home office where she had set up her laptop. “There it is. Look, it’s currently open on my profile.”

“‘Sexuality settings’? Why do so many of the sliders have asterisks on them?”

Another blush. “That’s all the ones I changed.”

“Oral desire? Mind control fetish? Attraction to women? Girl, are you planning a threesome?”

“I… I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. No concrete plans yet though.”

“Can you show my profile?”

A bit of typing and a click later, Richard’s sexuality settings filled the screen.

“Wow, so you actually didn’t change anything? No asterisks anywhere?”

“I mean, I didn’t know if you’d like it…”

Richard shook his head and smiled. “Oh honey, you’re so pure. You give yourself a mind control fetish and still ask for consent.” He hugged her from behind and kissed her on the head. “Anyway, now I’m here and you promised me anything I wanted, so please let me change some stuff.”

She gulped and stood up from the computer chair. “Here you go. Please don’t **** it.”

“Wow, that felt weird… Was that the Command Voice you mentioned earlier?”

“Yeah… Sorry to use it like that, but you know…”

“No problem, but don’t use it again tonight. But now tell me, how do I…?”