(Continued from this post)

I came home from a long day of work to find Ruby sprawled across the bed, so engrossed in a new game she didn’t even notice me coming in. I got onto the bed and squeezed her luscious ass.

“Mmmm…” she sighed, not looking away from the game. “Hi, Master!”

The programming had clearly taken total hold. She was, unquestionably, a gamer now. But was she simply doing what I’d programmed her to do, playing games because she was compelled to play? Or had I successfully changed her likes and interests, so that she was playing because she now wanted to play? Only one way to tell the difference.

“Drop the controller,” I ordered.

“Awwwww,” she sighed, but obeyed anyway.

“Now you and I are going to play a game,” I told her. “The rules are simple.” I leaned down over her, reaching around to cup her huge breasts through her top. I felt her shiver in bliss below me–I’d programmed her to feel immense pleasure and arousal when I played with her tits. “We’re going to play until I cum. You can cum as well–but if you do, no video games for 24 hours. If you don’t cum, you can game as much as you want.”

She rolled over in my arms and looked up at me in pleading silence while I ran my hands up under the waist of her loose top. “Please…” she whimpered. “I… I need to…” she trailed off, struggling to figure out what she wanted and needed.

Eventually, as I played with her, she admitted she wanted me to fuck her more than she wanted to game, but it took awhile. I’d clearly programmed her love of games far enough–any more and she might prioritize them above being fucked by me, and I wasn’t about to let that happen.

(To be continued…)