Making a basic macro for new toys

I left Kara in the coffee shop to continue with her practice. Even through the post-orgasmic clarity, I was quite pleased with how devoted of an employee she was turning out to be. It also brought me great sadistic joy knowing how she felt beneath her façade personality. Her body and mind were brimming with nearly debilitating sexual need that would never be solved. Well, except for a few seconds during Her refractory period… but I figured I could further reduce that with the bike, too.

I stopped and made Amy and Ira swoon with a passionate kiss before heading down the long hallway to my secret dungeon.

The heavy steel door closed behind me with a satisfying thunk as I strolled to the bike. It was finally time to make a few macro commands. I loved giving commands myself and watching the entire process of brainwashing, but it would be a lot smarter to have a standardized set of baseline commands, so I or my girls could quickly add to my growing collection of toys.

I inserted the admin chip to access all macro command features and some beta options.

The first macro I made was for employees. I had two more girls I planned to hire this afternoon, so it would come in handy.

I more or less reused the wordings from Kara’s training with some modifications. I didn’t bother with the three separate personality idea. I instead opted for a brainwashed but unaware true personality and facade of a normal persona. In a nutshell, the macro would brainwash them with the following basic tenets:

-be perfect, happy employees with a great work ethic.

-be able to instantly adjust their personality based on my direct suggestions.

-see me as their perfect boss, dream lover, and benevolent owner.

-see themselves as my perfect slaves and playthings.

-fall in love with me

-always obey me and tell the truth when I ask them questions.

-portray themselves as my perfect employees and coworkers while in public.

-actively mimic their old personality when necessary to avoid raising suspicions

-end all romantic and sexual relationships with others in a way that raises the least suspicion. Never have any sexual or romantic thoughts about or contact with anyone without my permission.

-only be attracted to me or people I order them to be attracted to.

-treat my other brainwashed girls with respect and kindness, and never feel jealousy.

-actively strive to inform me and protect me from dangers unless I tell them otherwise

-be unable to perceive anything unusual about their new thoughts and feelings.

-be unable to perceive anything unusual about how women around me act unless their actions seem suspicious or dangerous. (This command took a paragraph to describe correctly. But my hope was it would make my employees find girls becoming my obedient toys and fucking me normal, but still have them be able to identify dangers like spies or assassins. Yeah, I’m paranoid, I know…)

-work out and strive to improve and take care of their bodies for my pleasure.

-wear whatever clothes I want them to without question.

-return to be trained on the bike without question whenever I ask.

Lastly, I made the changes to employees permanent by default. I would not have to use the trigger phrase to make their changes permanent. They’d get off the bike ready to serve me forever. The admin chip enabled me to set the beta test automatic AQI function to ON. This allowed me to add a desired AQI to the macro, and the bike would attempt to adjust the pedaling rate to meet it. I set it to a solid 140%, which would be high enough to make my employees constantly ready for sex but not overwhelmed. It would also make them nicely submissive without dimming their minds of individuality. My **** command would ensure they always obeyed.

All I had to do was add any special commands I wanted to give them outside of the macro.

The next macro I made was meant to be used on gym members that caught my eye. Many of the commands were similar but much more focused on sexual upgrades.

-Be loyal, happy gym members with a strong desire to spend as much time at the gym as possible without raising suspicions or damaging their standings at work or school.

-be able to instantly adjust their personality based on my direct suggestions.

-see me as the rightful owner of everything and everyone associated with the gym in any way.

-see themselves as my perfect slaves, property, and playthings.

-fall in love with me

-always obey me and tell the truth when I ask them questions.

-portray themselves as my enthusiastic gym members while around non-brainwashed people in the gym.

-actively mimic their old personalities when necessary to avoid raising suspicions. This includes hiding their excess artificially induced arousal.

-end any casual sexual or romantic relationships. Maintain serious relationships unless a valid reason to end it arises.

-insist on using protection if having sexual contact within a serious relationship. Only be capable of fantasizing about me during sexual contact. And only have sex the minimum amount required to maintain a healthy relationship with their significant other.

-be intensely and almost obsessively attracted to everything about me, and only feel attraction to others when commanded to.

-treat my other brainwashed girls with respect and kindness, and never feel jealousy.

-dress as slutty as possible while working out in the gym without offending other gym members. (This command includes language to encourage the girls to have their clothing approved by an employee if unsure.)

-actively strive to inform me and protect me from dangers unless I tell them otherwise

-be unable to perceive anything unusual about their new thoughts and feelings.

-be unable to perceive anything unusual about how women around me act unless their actions seem suspicious or dangerous.

-work out often and strive to improve and care for their bodies for my pleasure.

-Keep their pussies wet at the gym and get extremely wet if I give them attention. (I worded this command to utilize the apparent ability of the bike to increase certain involuntary functions above normal human levels.)

-develop a strong but manageable addiction to my scent and taste—no withdrawal effects.

-receive double the ordinary pleasure from my touch.

-only be able to cum by my command while at the gym, and only when imagining me commanding them while masturbating or fucking outside the gym.

-return to be trained on the bike without question whenever I ask.

I added one more critical command before I hit enter. I realized if I enslaved enough girls over time, I could transition the gym to full members only. Then, all of my brainwashed girls could behave and dress exactly like they wanted to. I could have them befriend and bring in attractive girls to add to my collection. The best part is if they created a little workout community between themselves, it would really encourage other gym goers to try and join in by dressing sluttier, and working out to improve their bodies more and more to fit in with the group.

It’s a lofty goal, but I felt like it was possible and possibly even safer for my… business because the group of girls could give themselves alibis and they could cast a broader net to protect me… Or they could do the opposite and paint a massive target on me.

Regardless, I decided it was worth the experimentation. So I typed: “You will be able to identify all of my brainwashed girls by a specific set of jewelry that you and them will wear. I will provide the jewelry, and you will cycle which items you wear randomly. If you see another girl wearing one or more items from the set, and you aren’t sure she’s my ****, you will discreetly ask me or one of my employees.”

I continued under a separate command line: “Once you are certain someone is one of my brainwashed girls, you will instantly become best friends with them inside and outside the gym. You will form a community and actively try to entice attractive girls to join the gym. As a group, you will begin to lightly push the boundaries of acceptably slutty clothing in the gym and encourage other gym goers to as well by giving them compliments and encouragement. You will set up events and activities in the gym, with my approval, to increase our ratings and draw in more attractive girls. Although the gym technically allows men, as a group, you will subtly push any men except for me to go elsewhere to maintain a women’s only gym.”

With those incredibly wordy commands out of the way and dozens of sets of customized jewelry ordered from Etzy, I finalized the macro. I set the automatic AQI to aim for 175% to make them seriously horny and submissive but not quite as **** as Kara. Lastly, I did not make their changes permanent. I set the duration to 1 year before reverting to their unaware normal personalities. I’d decide if I wanted to keep them or not and use the trigger phrase within that time period if so.

With the admin chip inserted, I scrolled around in the other options for a bit. There were quite a few options that seemed for military use. Most weren’t helpful, but one caught my eye. A folder could be uploaded with 3D facial scan files and an Excel file. It appeared the bike would use the scan file to automatically identify a subject and pull the appropriate programming macros out of the Excel file, execute them, and then issue the get off the bike command. Pretty powerful stuff. It would make the bike completely automated.

“Definitely food for thought,” I whispered with intrigue.

For the time being, I just shut down the bike and left the room.

It was about time for the interviews, and I looked forward to testing my macros.

I returned to the coffee shop to grab a quick bite before my meeting. As I stepped through the door, I saw the beautiful sight of Kara bent over at the waist, trying to reach across the bar for something. Her sexy pink hair was strewn across the bar top, and her visibly wet cunt peeked out from under her white skirt. I could feel myself hardening as I approached her. I wanted to fuck her against that counter, but I needed to save a little endurance for the rest of the day, unfortunately.

“What on earth are you doing, Kara?!” I shouted playfully at the girl, causing her to jump straight in the air.

“Oh! I-I I’m sorry, boss!” She stuttered, “ I was cleaning the counter, and I knocked over a cup! I was just picking it up.”

The poor girl looked like someone shot her dog. It took me a minute to realize that her persona of a perfect employee took my playful anger seriously. “Kara, easy, I’m not mad. I was just joking with you,” I said soothingly. “I quite enjoyed the view; just maybe don’t bend over like that when we have customers. Okay?”

The stress and fear drained out the poor girl like water from a faucet, and her infectious smile returned. She said, “Oh *giggle* I should have known you were joking! I would never do this when we have customers, don’t you worry! I’ll do it more when it’s just us since you like it, though!!”

I shook my head and walked over to the cold display case to pull out a pre-prepared sandwich and a bottle of water. “Kara, you're really something, you know that?” I said as I looked her curvy body up and down. “You don’t have a sister or hot cousin that looks like you, do you?”

She blushed at the compliment. “Thank you, sir!” She said happily, “I actually do have a sister. She’s pretty attractive, too, but not exactly like me.”

I replied, “You should definitely bring her by. I was planning on hiring another barista to help you anyway.”

Her smile darkened a bit, and she explained why as I ate my sandwich. “Yeah, no, I don’t think that will work out, sir. Will you let my normal personality come out? I, I mean, she can explain better.” she said as she sat beside me. I muttered her break time trigger per her request. “Thank you, master. So… she’s kind of intense, and we don’t really get along. She’s pissed that I took this job even though she thinks I’m being paid as much as you initially offered me.”

“Why is she so mad?” I asked.

She sighed and said, “I really don’t know. We were very close a couple of years ago. Our parents were a bit evangelical… She got kicked out on her 18th birthday for getting a tattoo and dying her hair pink. She was just trying to celebrate adulthood and make her own decisions. She was luckily only about a month from graduating, and the high school principal took pity on her and let her stay at his house until graduation despite the optics of having a high school girl at his house.”

I finished my sandwich and listened intently as she continued. “I didn’t hear from her for two more years after that until I graduated. I was a bit smarter and waited a bit past my birthday to follow in her footsteps. I got the same heart tattoo on my ass and dyed my hair the same shade of pink. The look on my parents' faces when I walked into the house with my high school diploma and pink hair was priceless. I had been planning for two years, so I had a few thousand bucks saved and stolen from my parents, a crappy car, and I was already packed and ready to go. I just flipped them off and left without a word.”

I laughed in surprise and honestly admiration. Yeah, this girl was a bitch when I met her, but Jesus Christ, she had earned that right. She talked the talk and walked the walk, unlike most women I’d met. I almost felt bad for nearly wrecking her mind with alternate personalities and that 200% AQI… almost.

“So I guess you somehow met back up with her in college?” I asked.

“Yeah, she wasn’t easy to find, but I tracked down one of her old friends who told me a place where she worked, and I went on a wild goose chase for a few weeks, driving across the country until I finally ended up at her doorstep. She wasn’t what I remembered. She’s bitter, quiet, and cynical now. She generally wears all black, and she’s usually mumbling about something. She took me in until I could get set up in the dorms, and we don’t talk much now, sadly. I miss her.”

I frowned at the sight of her melancholy smile. “What does she do for a living? And why is she pissed about you working here?” I said after a pause.

She started speaking again. “I really don’t know, but it must pay well. She lives fairly comfortably, and I’ve never seen her work... She does drive around a lot, though. I know she’s working because she often mumbles about some company. As for being pissed, I’m really not sure. She’s just generally like that.”

“She’s not going to be a danger to me, is she?” I asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure she calmed down a little when I showed her the benefits and the pay. She wasn’t pleased about my camgirl stuff either, but she got over it.”

My instincts told me her sister was bad news. I’d definitely NOT pursue that fantasy. I could find myself a pair of sisters, or even better, twins, elsewhere.

Just then, a cute Asian girl in black dress walked into the cafe.