“Yes Sir.”
She pouted her lips and posed for the camera. She didn’t really know why she was doing this. She really didn’t care. There was this sort of contentment that came over her as it always did when she obeyed. She hadn’t felt it in her old life. That’s always how he’d phrased it. In her “old life.”
“Okay now come over here.”
“Yes Sir.”
Sometimes it felt like those were the only two words in her vocabulary. And they felt so… right. She was this high-strung housewife before. She had felt all this tension about nothing. That was before her husband programmed her. Life as a slave was just so much less stressful.
“Now bend over like you’re taking it, and give me a face like you’re hungry for more.”
“Yes Sir.”
She didn’t really know why they did these photo shoots. He could just fuck her right now. In fact, she really was hungry for it. But he insisted on taking these photos instead. She thought she’d heard that he sold these pictures or something, but she wasn’t really sure. She wished she wasn’t wearing any clothes at all. But she also supposed that wasn’t too important really. She just obeyed now. Obedience is pleasure. She shivered. Her programming would pop up every so often, and then bliss would just wash over her. Her life had become so much better ever since she just started saying.
“Yes Sir.”