Enjoying Linette

Day 1: 62 slaves.

At six o'clock sharp, my **** Linette arrived, lugging a battered suitcase behind her. I ushered her in and directed her to a chair.

I put my hands on her head, closed my eyes and concentrated. When I reopened them, Linette was unrecognizable. Where before was a frumpy and heavyset brunette, her hair in tangles, I was now looking at a gorgeous blonde, curvy in all the right places, bright blue eyes and a Hollywood smile. Her clothes hung loose on her new, smaller frame. I told her to take them off.

"Oooh. I feel so good right now. How can I make you feel good too?" she said breathily. The change in her personality, I soon saw, was just as drastic as her body. Where previously she was grumpy and impatient, only lightly shaped by her **** contract, she was now a complete sex kitten.

I took a seat, and pointed to my crotch. She fell to it immediately. The secret to good head is enthusiasm, and my **** was the most enthusiastic cock-sucker I had ever met. She started by licking me up and down, then planting kisses on my shaft while she gently stroked my balls. After a few minutes, she clamped her mouth down around me, and began sucking and licking.

I started running my fingers through her hair. "Ahh, very good ****. Ooh, yes, there." All my habits of being a considerate lover were slowly fading away. I took a firmer grip on her blonde locks, and began sliding her head up and down a my preferred pace. Soon, I was skull-fucking her, without even a pretense of consideration for her. There would be plenty of time for leisurely delicious sex later; for now, I just wanted to drain my nuts into her, and I rammed her head up and down until I came.

Afterwards, it was time to eat. I tried to make conversation with her during dinner. I then realized a drawback in my approach so far. I could remake bodies, I could remake personalities, but I couldn't directly increase intelligence. Linette was a little boring and a little dumb. Fine for naked entertainment, tolerable as a minion, but not really the right partner for world domination. Ah well, there would be more.

Habits of politeness die hard, and it took several minutes before I remembered I could just tell her to be quiet, rather than endure her rambling about movies she liked. The next **** will be smarter, I promised myself. But in between bites I did explain to her my plan for the next few days, and the duties she would be performing. I quickly rewrote her mind to be attentive and diligent, and I was confident she understood what I wanted.

After dinner, we retired to my bed. For a while, I just held her while I digested dinner, and we continued going over the plan. As the topic drew to a close, I began stroking her. I had done a very nice job with her body; her skin was perfectly smooth and unblemished, her arms and legs with just the right amount of padding.

I let my anticipation build, to the point of feeling impatient, and then a few minutes more. I kissed her softly on the cheek, and as I did so, reset her back from "dutiful assistant" to "sex kitten.". The effect was immediate. As soon as I backed my head away from her cheek, she turned, took my head in her arms, and begin kissing me insistently, little pecks all around my lips. Her hair felt lovely under my hands.

I pushed her onto her back and climbed onto her. Now we were kissing insistently, our mouths locked as I groped her, ass and tits. here was no reason for contraception or protection; I had made her, I had made her without any eggs ready to fertilize, so without further ado, I pushed myself into her sopping cunt.

She gasped, and almost immediately I felt her clench down around me. I had made her cunt tight and given her good conrol over it -- but knowing and feeling are different, and this was amazing. The first few times I felt her squeeze down, I paused to let her unclench before continuing. But after a bit, I had the hang of it, and just kept thrusting through it. It was heavenly. I had had a reasonable amount of sex before my ascension -- but mostly with condoms, and mostly with women who were middling, sexually. This, though, this was a perfect cunt, better than anything I had ever felt. Hearing Linette crying "fuck me", while she gasped and moaned and thrust back at me, it was almost too much. I hung on, but all too soon, I was coming.

We paused for a shower and a stretch. It was an easy trick to reset our bodies for more sex; from now on, my sexual stamina was effectively infinite, and I could bestow that on partners as well.

The next round of sex was much more leisurely. I had no real reason to care about her pleasure, but I had always been turned on by the feeling of a woman's pussy wet and tight around my fingers, so I started by fingering her for ten minutes; these were almost all a long rolling orgasm for her. Afterwards, she was content to lay back as I plowed her, missionary. Her cunt was still tight, but just a bit more relaxed now. And the fact that she was in a semi-comatose state of bliss also left me with a bit more patience to enjoy her. Even so, the wet cunt around my cock and the pillowy breasts underneath my hand and mouth were enough for me to come fairly quickly.

There was time for another few rounds of sex before bed, but by my fifth orgasm I realized that the novelty was wearing off. I wanted something fresh to fuck, I wanted something hot to watch, and I wanted somebody with more than a body.

Tomorrow, I would see about that agenda.