Summon her Immediately ( Route)

[Note: In future, this story line will include more **** kinks and fetishes. These will be clearly marked by the route headings. For the most vanilla route, please choose the to Control her through her phone. If you have any kink you'd like to request in this route, please leave a comment - all kinks will be considered.]

I didn't need much time of staring at her body for... well, for me to want her. My dick harder than rocks, I wasted no time returning to the app to type her next command. "You live with me as a servant" I typed in, imagining how useful she would be around the house. Part of me considered whether this was rude to her as a human - to **** her out of her life just to be mine. Then I felt that evil, needing feeling in my gut again, reminding me: I didn't care. She was to be mine, no matter what. I continued by typing in: "You will return home immediately, bring only your most basic clothing."

After typing that in, I considered framing her nude and putting it above the couch in the living room - just so all could see it. Chuckling off the idea, I waltzed over to the kitchen - well, not much of a kitchen. It was built into the living room, and was just a counter, fridge and microwave. Yes, there was a stove, but it was so black and old that I dared not use it. Perhaps I could get her to clean that.

It had been about 5 hours by the time I heard the pager buzz. It'd been a boring 5 hours, mostly spent watching TV and staring at her picture, awaiting her arrival. I walked the entire trip downstairs and opened the main door. The taxi outside drove off, seemingly the same taxi driver as before: He must've been confused as her family. I smiled at the sight before me: muscled legs in tight jeans, hair done back in a bun, big smile on her face and her perfect abs shown off by that same crop top. No suitcase, only a backpack with clothing in.

I didn't speak, I just guided her upstairs and closed the apartment door once she was inside. 'Well, it's certainly... roomy.' She said quite matter of factly as she put down her backpack. 'W-where do I... live?' She asked, reassuring herself that this was her fate, rationalising this all in her head. I had no idea what was going on up there... nor did I care.

'Oh, shit yeah...' I chuckled, I totally forgot people need to sleep. I slyly pulled out my phone and typed something in on the app. 'There's a uhh... pull-out in there. I have a spare duvet somewhere - you can get changed in there.' She seemed to pause for a moment, as I had just tested if my new command: "You work in your underwear and sultry costumes only." She simply nodded, walking into the room, carrying the backpack with her. I returned to the living room to lie on the couch, big grin on my face.

I was a kinky person, with a kinky mind and a "servant" at my disposal... I was getting hard just thinking of what to do to her. So in my head, I held only one question: Where do I begin?