Casually encourage her to be more servile

You watched TV on the couch as Jennifer cleaned the bathroom. After about twenty minutes she came back out and plopped down on the couch, as far away from your end as possible. She looked a little worn out.

This seemed like an opportunity. You popped up and went to the bathroom, looked around for half a sec, then came back. "Hey, the bathroom looks great! You're really good at cleaning. That must mean you enjoy it."

Jennifer almost said something, then stopped and reconsidered. Instead of whatever she was going to say before, she said, "Yeah, I guess I like the satisfaction of doing a job well."

That seemed to work, but it probably wasn't good to push it. You went to the kitchen and got a couple of beers. You went back to the living room and offered one to Jennifer, making sure to look her in the eyes and smile in a non-threatening way. It was a huge effort, since you were quite horny from thinking about what the app might lead to. Jennifer accepted the drink with a little smile that made you feel like she'd really accepted your apology and wouldn't say anything to Marcus.

The two of you watched TV for awhile, but when the show ended you said, "You're not done cleaning, right? You should clean yours and Marcus's bedroom before he gets home."

"Um... yeah, that's a good idea." Jennifer got up and grabbed some cleaning supplies to head towards the bedroom.

That hadn't been too big of a request, after all, it was her own room, so it's not like you'd clean it. However, Marcus had cleaned it a couple of days ago, so it also wasn't necessary. Hopefully, little suggestions that only pushed her a bit would build up the control.

After an hour she finished and came back in, then plopped down on the couch, fairly tired.

"Wow," you said, "you've gotten a lot done today. You're definitely one of those women who likes to do things for her men."

You'd actually made this comment in the past and gotten a very icy response. This time she thought about it for a moment, then said, "Yes, I guess it's nice to do things that make... my men happier."

There was a lot of potential in the way that she said "my men" instead of "Marcus".

Marcus came home soon after that, so you stopped trying to do much. You got in one more comment to Jennifer about making men happy, and you were pleased to see her bringing both you and her husband beers during a movie. That wasn't too unusual, but she seemed to be smiling more than usual as she did it.

The next day, you continued this slow programming after you got home from work. Whenever you had a chance, you told Jennifer something like how she was a born cleaner or how she had a talent for making everyone around her happy. By the time Marcus got home, she had absorbed so many of these messages that she offered to make dinner, even though it was your turn. When she shooed you and Marcus out of the kitchen so she could do the dishes, Marcus looked concerned.

"Hey, do you think Jennifer is acting a bit weird."

"No, not at all!" you said. "Yeah, I know she doesn't usually offer to make dinner when she doesn't have to, but she just discovered a new recipe and got excited about trying it out. Maybe she's found out that she really likes cooking."

He considered it for a moment. "Do you really think so?"

You looked at him as convincingly as you could and said, "Trust me. Always trust me."

He pulled back for a moment as your command sunk in, then he said, "Yeah, yeah! You're probably right."

The rest of the week progressed slowly. Every day you gave both of them more little commands, telling her to be more servile and telling him to be more accepting and trusting, especially of you. Your commands to Jennifer started out with making her feel like she liked cooking and cleaning, but by Wednesday you had shifted to telling her that cooking, cleaning, and taking care of her men in general was very natural for her. By Friday you were outright telling her that she liked serving men, something she normally would have objected to, but by then she just accepted it with only a little hesitation.

On Saturday, Marcus had to work, leaving you alone with Jennifer. She started off the morning by dusting, which was ridiculous because she hadn't let a bit of dust collect anywhere all week. As you sat on the couch watching her work, you couldn't help focusing on the occasional glimpses you got of the shape of her body through her baggy sweat pants and sweat shirt. It was maddening being so close and having made so much progress with the mind control app, but still not being able to do anything with her.

Maybe it was time to try something more aggressive again.