Richard comes in with her

"What the fuck is happening?" Candice said to herself, staring into the mirror. The upstairs restrooms at Fox Theater were small single-person affairs, and she was glad for the privacy.

She’d been using Master PC for two weeks. Two weeks! And she was basically already one of those sluts from the stories. She took a deep breath. Calm down, Candice. Calm down. Now that she’d cum, all the brain haziness and submissiveness associated with it had dissipated. She felt almost like her normal self again. This must be what guys are talking about when they say "post-nut clarity," she thought ruefully.

OK, time to use some of that increased intelligence. She’d expected some level of submissiveness, but not this. She’d set her submissiveness to what had seemed to be a pretty safe level, and she hadn't experienced anything like that at home, even when she was deep in an orgasm while reading porn. Richard was acting weird too. He had a dominance fetish, sure. But it wasn't that strong, or he'd have acted on it before. This was wildly out of character even for the new, confident Richard.

And suddenly it all fell into place. Somewhere, while she’d been drunk with sexual desire, the rational part of her brain had realized something was wrong, and had been working out what. It came to her now all at once.

She’d turned up Richard’s sexual desire level to 65% so he’d have a great night too. His dominance level was "when aroused" so the numbers were tied together. She would bet anything that his "dominance" level — what was it, 112? She bet anything that it was higher now that his sexuality was at 65%.

It was the same for her submissiveness. She'd set it pretty high before she’d turned her sexuality up as well. Oh my god, she’d even made other changes too. Were they connected to submissiveness? They could be. One thing she'd learned using Master PC is that changes in one part of a person often affected things elsewhere. She'd completely screwed up the order of operations. She should have set their master sexuality first, then adjusted their dominance and submission.

OK, now she knew what the problem was and she had the solution. She just had to make it home and fix everything.

She heard a knock on the door. "Occupied," she said.

The door opened. She’d been so flustered she’d forgotten to lock it. She started to say something, but it was Richard. Without asking, he let himself in.

"That," he said, "was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life."

"Yeah," Candice agreed, as she leaned on the sink, still trying to compose herself. "But now I'm just embarrassed. Let's go home."

"Not quite yet," Richard said.

Candice looked up and saw the look of lust on Richard's face. He had an almost feral grin as he stepped behind her.

"You couldn't wait to get home," he said, "and I can't either." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed up against her, and she felt his iron-hard erection through his pants digging into her lower back.

"Richard," she managed, her voice a little shaky, "We can't. Not here."

But Richard wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Anything I want, tonight. Remember?" he said in a low voice, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. His fingers found the hem of her dress, his touch rough and possessive. The tiny bathroom suddenly felt incredibly hot. The last vestiges of her embarrassment were swiftly melting away, replaced by a potent cocktail of desire and a thrilling sense of recklessness.

"Oh God," was all Candice managed as his hands slid underneath her dress, and his fingers effortlessly slid into her sopping wet pussy. She definitely hadn't turned down the beginning of her arousal curve enough. Either that, or Richard was just that damn sexy.

The self-disgust she'd felt earlier was gone, replaced by a surge of raw, unadulterated lust that thrilled and terrified her in equal measure as Candice began to buck her hips against Richard's fingers. Richard leaned down and with one hand, pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the air of the small bathroom. Candice gasped, a sound swallowed by the intensifying pleasure as he continued to expertly slide his fingers in and out of her.

Her gaze darted to Richard's reflection in the mirror as she started to build to a climax, and what she saw stole her breath away. His eyes, usually warm and kind, were now dark with hunger. This wasn't the gentle, considerate lover she knew. This was a man completely in command, exuding a raw dominance that both thrilled and captivated her. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated lust, yet there was no hint of losing control. Rather, it was a deliberate, powerful intensity. She felt a profound shift within herself, a letting go of all pretense that she still had any say in what happened next.

Richard quickened his pace, sliding his fingers in and out faster and faster. His other hand moved to cup her breasts, beginning to grope them roughly. Candice's eyes remained locked on the mirror, her gaze fixed on the reflection of their intertwined bodies. She watched, mesmerized, as his hand worked her breasts.

"Fuck," Richard growled, "I didn’t know you were such a slut, Candy. Is this what you like? Being fingered in a bathroom?"

She hated when people called her Candy. She'd always thought it was a demeaning pet name. But that was what made it sexy tonight, what put her over the top. She couldn’t form words, could only moan in response as she arched her back, her fingers clenching around the edge of the sink, knuckles white. Her gaze locked with her own reflection in the mirror, and a gasp tore from her throat as she began to cum.

Her vision blurred, the room spinning as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She barely registered Richard’s hand leaving her, the shift of his weight behind her. A primal instinct, deeper than thought, took over her body, urging her to lean forward, to brace herself for what was to come. She felt the cool air against her bare buttocks, as he lifted up her dress.

There was no time to reorient herself, no breath to catch, no moment to process. The sound of a zipper, the sudden pressure of his throbbing erection, and then he was inside her — a powerful, rhythmic thrust that stole the air from her lungs. She gasped, a broken sound, as he drove into her from behind, each stroke pushing her further into the abyss of her own arousal.

"Answer me," he said. "You play at being a strong woman, but deep down this is what you are, isn’t it? A needy slut who needs to be fucked."

Candice's eyes met her own in the mirror, and she knew Richard was right. The woman staring back at her was almost unrecognizable — the wildness in her gaze, the slightly parted mouth, the sheen of sweat on her forehead. She watched, mesmerized, as her breasts bounced with each thrust, sending a fresh wave of heat through her. Candice experienced a moment of disassociation. That wasn't her. Candice was a smart woman, overweight with a low sex drive. The person she saw in the mirror was a beauty from a fashion magazine. No, from a high-end porn video. The woman in the mirror was Candy.

"Yes," she finally answered. "I am. I’m a slut. I'm nothing but a horny slut."

"Say it again," he said. It wasn't a request, it was a command.

"I'm a slut," she said, as her eyes darted to Richard's face, soaking in the air of command he exuded.

"Again."

"I'm a slut!" she said loudly, looking back at her own reflection once more.

"Again!"

"I'M A SLUT!" she yelled, the unmistakable harmonics of the Command Voice echoing through the small room.

"That's right you are," he said. "My slut!"

Candice watched the slut in the mirror as she began to convulse, a strangled cry escaping her lips. She saw the raw, uninhibited pleasure twisting Candy's features - no, her own features. Candy's features. Was she Candice or Candy? She couldn't be sure. Her gaze flickered to Richard's in the mirror, his face a mask of triumphant satisfaction. His hips bucked once, twice, a primal groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself deep inside her. She qit, a huge load of cum, more than he'd ever given her before.

Even as he came, he had an aura of power and control, staring into her face. Candice's orgasm didn't subside, just intensified as they locked eyes. "Yes," she gasped as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, "This is what I want. Fill me up! Fill Candy up!"

Her legs buckled. She lost her balance but he held her steady as the orgasm ripped through her. When the tremors finally subsided, a breathless silence fell over the small bathroom. Candice felt a few more pulses as his erection began to soften. Richard's breathing was still ragged, his arms still tightly wrapped around her as she watched his expression begin to change in the mirror, the dark commanding presence softening back into a more normal Richard.

"I can't believe we just did that," he said as he pulled out. Candice felt their combined juices run down her inner thigh.

"Yeah," Candice agreed.

"Let's get cleaned up," Richard said.

Almost without thinking, Candice wiped the fluids rolling down her leg with her finger and sucked it clean. She was still pretty turned on, she realized. That was from the O-Multiplier setting on Master PC, the rational part of her mind said.

"Not exactly what I meant," Richard said, raising his eyebrows. "But definitely hot."

He cleaned himself off with a paper towel, zipped up his pants, then helped Candice get her dress straight. When they stepped out of the bathroom, half the patrons were looking at them. The other half were very pointedly not looking at them. A man wearing a shirt and tie was walking in their direction.

"We're going to have to ask you to leave," he said.

"Yeah," said Richard sheepishly. "That makes sense."

They were walked out of the restaurant, where Richard called an Uber to take them home. The ride back was awkward. Richard sat in silence, still processing what had just happened. Candice knew the feeling — she'd felt that way after she'd fucked Kevin on her first day with Master PC. Of course, Candice had known instantly why she'd acted so out of character. Richard didn't, and was clearly wrestling with it.

Would he want to fuck her when they got home? She wasn't sure. He looked really nervous. And she needed a good fucking. Her libido needed to be sated; she was genuinely worried what she would do if she tried to make changes to herself in her current submissive state. But she had accounted for this.

Her entire plan in turning her sexuality up so much was to make sure Richard gave her a night that would make her forget Kevin. She'd turned him up as well to make sure he could give her what she needed. She knew his refractory period should be pretty brief, she just needed to get him turned on again.