I woke up…

Kianna had a tray of food and was bringing me…well, I glanced at the clock, linner?, in bed. She’d woken and dressed herself in her normal clothes, simply unbuttoned to a degree I’d never seen before and no pants.

“Master, you should eat.”

“Good,” I took a bite. It was good, she’d never been a bad cook, indeed the meals had been the highlight of previous visits. “I have some instructions for you.”

“Yes, master.”

“First, whenever we’re in public, or there’s anyone else around, you will not reveal anything about our new relationship. You will act--” not like you used to, no, fuck that, I didn’t want to dodge a goddamn baseball bat again, “like we are merely friends.”

“Yes, master.”

“You will not preach any of your new--” she frowned, “rediscovered,” she stopped frowning, “dogmas to anyone without my permission.”

“Yes, master.”

”The only change to your public behavior is that there will be no more attacks, or bitchiness towards me, or Asa.”

“Yes, master.”

“You will still apologize to Asa. If she asks why, you’ll explain that you and I had a conversation and I showed you this,” I tapped the scar.

“What’s that, master?”

“The scar, you gave me, chasing me out of the house with a baseball bat.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry master.”

“Kiss it better,” I said, finally remembering to actually do that mission.

She instantly knelt down, kissing and sucking at the flesh of my hip.

Mission Complete: Kiss It and Make It Better:
Kianna finally kissed it and made it better…shit, the reward for this was originally going to be something that would have helped you gain submission points with her, as she would have felt guilty…uh… Reward: 1 credit

That was…disturbing, but at least it meant the app wasn't all-knowing/all-powerful, which I guess was good news? I was also hardening, with a beautiful woman pressing herself against my leg and kissing my hip.

“That’s enough.”

“Yes, master,” she sat up, which ground her cunt against my shin…which I had no objection to.

“You saw that you’d injured me and realized that by making her life about you, you’d been pushing her away and hurting people. Her life is her life, she’ll live it by her principles, you’ll live your life by your principles.”

“Of course, when you explain it, it makes so much sense!”

“You’ll also ask her to help you with an exercise routine, just to help you keep fit.”

“I’ll keep fit for you master!”

“Good. Now, you will get sexy outfits, and you will replace Asa’s dress and lube, but you will order those online, not go to some local store and risk revealing yourself as my concubine before I’m ready to publicly claim you.”

She shuddered at that. “Yes, master, I understand I am not yet worthy of that.”

I shrugged internally at that. “Well, to help make yourself worthy, you’re going to study. No more time spent on those stupid political forums. You will study sex, pornography, arousing and pleasing men.”

“Yes master.”

“And women.”

She froze and looked at me. “Master?”

“In case I wish to share you, or have you seduce someone for me.”

“Lesbianism is a sin.”

“But you won’t be a lesbian, you’ll be luring them in so they can become one of my concubines, or wives, you’ll be saving them. God will forgive you.”

She nodded, suddenly happy again. "Also, from now on, no order I give you is intend to override any fundamental part of your being, memory, or nature, unless I begin with the words override, override, override.”

“I don’t understand, master.”

“You don’t have to. You just have to obey.”

“Yes, master.”

“Once a day, from now on, you will text me a picture of you in a new sexy outfit. If you don’t have any new clothes, find a way to make your old ones sexy. This was a good start,” I nodded towards her pantsless, unbuttoned outfit.

The fact that she looked proud at being called sexy nearly made me fuck her again, but I resisted. “Besides porn, in your free time, I also expect you to include a reference, from some religious text, not just the bible explaining why women of that faith should do what I ask.”

She paused, “Of course, I’m happy to research other faiths and find where they agree with the truth!”

“Good. Then I’ve got to go.”

“Of course, master.” She helped me dress, which is fucking weird with modern clothes, but having her kneeling and guiding my feet into my shoes was a bizarre thrill that wasn’t just about looking down her top. As she walked me out, she asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?

I paused for a moment. “Lock your doors, I don’t want anyone stealing my property.”

She blushed and nodded.

“Oh, and get a copy of the key made for me.”

“Yes, master!”