"First, though... I think my adoring wife deserves a little reward," you tell her, kissing her on the lips. "You had to sit in the back seat while Tel-Thea got to run the show." Your finger trails along her neck, toying with her collar for a moment as you consider exactly what fresh thoughts to put in her mind. You don't want to rush to inserting a new personality, you want to take your time, to enjoy the innocent Tel-Thea, the slutty Kiki, the obedient Dany... "Here comes your reward," you tell her, as you settle on exactly what command to implant.

It slips in easy - her brain almost sucks it in, hungrily swallowing it up. It's a simple change to her perceptions, to make it so that she finds the taste of your cum and skin absolutely delicious, encouraging her to lick all over you with that greedy tongue of hers. Your finger slides back up her neck, along her cheek, to her mouth, and she starts to suckle it as you push it past her lips.

She moans faintly at the taste, eyelashes fluttering in surprise. Her hands come up to grasp your wrist, holding you in place as she starts to lick and lap along your fingertip inside her mouth. Her head twists one way, then the other, and her expression doesn't so much smolder with lust as burn with hunger. Her cheeks hollow as she starts to suckle on your finger, getting more and more into it, an intense oral fixation...

You decide to pull your finger out of her mouth. She lets out a whine, but doesn't follow after it, taking the removal for an order. "If you like the taste that much, there's something else you can taste," you tell her, pulling down your pants, your hard cock popping up into open air. She dives onto it, taking you deep into her mouth and throat, swallowing and squeezing. Her tongue swivels all along your length, hungry little noises escaping her throat as she moans in delight. Her eyelashes flutter, not with lust (though that's there), but with an expression more like the one Tel-Thea wore when she first tried out each individual flavor of ice cream.

She's not sucking your cock the way she normally does, the forceful sucking replaced instead by constant licking, a tongue bath given to your dick as she pops back off your length and starts to run her tongue across every inch, slathering it in a copious, overwhelming quantity of spit. For a while, you just lean back and enjoy it, closing your eyes and sighing in pleasure. She goes at it for a minute, then two, then three, sometimes licking here or there, humming pleasantly, other times taking you into her mouth and twisting around, rubbing your dick against her palate as best she can, moaning softly around your length.

After a good ten minutes of a luxurious blowjob that's entirely centered on your wife's enjoyment, you finally speak up. "My cum's going to be even tastier," you tell her. The change in her posture is instantaneous, her head bobbing up and down rapidly, facefucking herself on your cock, her cheeks hollowing. With all the build-up, it's only natural that you come right in her mouth soon thereafter. She swills it on her tongue, shivering in place at the taste, raw delight written on her features.

"Come," you order, and she starts to jerk, struggling to keep her mouth shut and the cum on her tongue as she twitches and bucks back and forth. You watch her with a smile on your face, enjoying the expression on her face. "You can keep it on your tongue until you have to swallow, and you don't have to speak until then."

"'hank fuu, Maffer," she slurs out around your semen.

* * *

Although you enjoy Tel-Thea and Kiki on occasion, you find yourself spending more time with Dany than either of them. At first, it's simply that, of the three, Dany is the one you actually married. When she comes home, she always wants to spend time with you, even if that's simply because she sees you sitting on the couch and offers herself as a footstool. (She winds up watching a lot of TV with you that way.) You don't even have to use the Cocksleeve command to keep her in place, no matter what particular kind of furniture you're using her for.

For meals at home, she eats naked, and only with permission, but with her jealousy of furniture, she wound up occasionally shooting a death glare at the table or your chair until you finally hit on a simple solution: kicking your feet up onto her lap as she eats. That soothes any jealousy instantly, and her hands sometimes reach down to massage your feet.

You don't actually wind up making her do that much around the house, despite her position as a slave. The basics of housework aren't that hard, you have nothing but time, and she does have two jobs, so you wind up doing things like cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, and so forth. It's something calming to do with your hands, when you have that absent feeling of boredom with nothing to do. Still, she's completely satisfied being used as a footstool or chair or pillow and nothing else, and you enjoy her mouth every time you get home from grocery shopping or whatever else. You wind up scheduling most of the errands outside the house to finish up after she gets home, just so you can enjoy seeing her on her knees waiting for you when you arrive back.

And fuck her throat once she's in that position, obviously. Her blowjobs get even more intense now that she's delighting in your taste on her tongue, trying to get your cum to squirt out and coat her tongue. At some point, she starts heading into work with your cum in her mouth, though you order her to swallow before she actually arrives.

As to the other two personalities, Tel-Thea never seems to lose her naive wonder at the world around her, and it's always fun coming up with something new to show her. Many of your dates call back to your early relationship with Dany, even specifically picking things you remember Dany liking back when you were in high school together: volleyball, slow dances, trips to the beach, lying in bed and simply staring into one another's eyes. As to the sex, well, you take your time, teasing her, building things up slowly but surely, using your knowledge of her body to make her melt under you. You use pleasure to force her to admit her love for you, to tell you that she's happy to have your children, and a dozen other things, while she happily, joyously, submits.

Kiki is a party animal, vivacious, starting to forcibly drag you out of the house to go to the sorts of places she likes, to do the kinds of things she enjoys. She fairly regularly takes opportunities to have a bit of 'risky' sex, dragging you into a club bathroom or making you pull over in some quiet alley just to suck you off. She's started to absolutely adore giving blowjobs since you altered the taste of your cock, which she has firmly declared to be "yummy," "tasty," "delish," and more. She makes you come in her mouth every time the two of you have sex.

Eventually, your emphasis on Dany becomes more intense, simply because she starts to show. She's firmly entrenched as the mother of your child at that point, and playing with her head becomes something you keep putting off. Even using her as furniture becomes more awkward - you wind up eating a lot of meals lying on the couch, resting your head on her thighs rather than doing something lewder. She notices, you have no doubt of that, but she offers no complaint besides the occasional unhappy look, as if you had suddenly stopped having sex with her or otherwise doing some horrible violation of your marital contract.

You'll get back to it when she's given birth. Since she's an alien, she'll be the only one qualified to breastfeed her child, and formula definitely can't be relied on, so she won't be getting pregnant for a good long while after.

* * *

Dany's happy to be at the museum, happily examining each new exhibit, each new art piece they have available. There's one installation she spends a good ten minutes staring at, looking it up and down, squatting and standing on her tip-toes, her eyes focusing and unfocusing as if she was utterly confused by it - she later confesses she was trying to figure out how it was made, because it seemed totally seamless on the inside.

Around her neck rests the necklace that marks her as your slave, and she's wearing a quite nice dress, in anticipation of your fancy dinner date that comes later tonight, and the slow dancing that will follow it. You picked out the dress for her, naturally, carefully going through her wardrobe before finding a sleek black dress that looks nice. She's wearing clip-on earrings, as, naturally, she can't wear the normal kind. Occasionally, in some quiet moment, you give her ass a quick grope, and she just smiles happily and lets your hand sink in without the slightest complaint.

When you're seated at the fancy restaurant you reserved, Dany briefly looks unhappy until you kick your feet up under the table, resting them first against her knees, then her thighs as she slides her chair further in. She smiles brightly at you. "I love you so much," she breathes out, with a happy sigh. "These past few months have been wonderful." One of her hands goes beneath the table, gently groping your calf. "I'm so glad you felt comfortable confiding in me. It's like a second honeymoon, except it never ends."

"I'm enjoying it too. I never would have thought our marriage could get any better." She smiles at that, a faint flush to her cheeks. "Is there anything else I can do to make things better for you?"

"It's been a while since I got to be Kiki or Tel-Thea," she admits, the tiniest flush to her cheeks as the words escape her lips, a wet swallow following. "If you're bored of them... maybe a new girl?"

"Anything I can do that's not sex?" You tease in reply, leaning forward to cup her cheek. She nuzzles your hand, smiling happily.

"When you're this happy, Master, it's hard to even think of what could make it the slightest bit better." She sighs softly. "Is there anything that would make you happier? It would make me happier to make you happier," she says, with a silght smile on her lips.

"Mm." You think about it. There are the occasional hiccups, but barring her becoming a telepath, or you just starting to mentally order her around whenever it bothers you, it's not something you can fix too easily. "Making you even happier."

You continue with that sort of insufferable talk for the whole rest of the date, until you take her home and fuck her silly on your marriage bed, the only thing you let her wear being the necklace that marks her as yours.

* * *

You gently caress your wife's cheek, fingertips trailing along bare skin. She's asleep, serenely so, and you're beginning to quietly formulate another alternate personality, as she not-so-subtly suggested. You have a bubbly bimbo, a naive masochistic sub, what else is there to add into the sexual delights of your marriage? You hum, carefully considering it. Idle sexual fantasies you haven't indulged in since you were an unmarried man come to the forefront, as do the occasional roleplaying scenario you engaged in with your wife. Naughty nurse? Hot teacher? Lonely MILF? Mm...

You hit on it eventually: brat. You have considered the idea of causing her to make mistakes in your orders, and it plays in quite nicely with your developing sadistic tendencies. (You say developing, as they have definitely gotten much stronger now that you have a wildly masochistic and submissive wife to indulge them with - the you of six years ago wouldn't even dream of slapping your wife's face, much less make it a part of your sexual fantasies.) Why not do something similar with an alternate personality?

In the formulation in her mind, this latest alternate personality was recently rendered homeless, kicked out by her lover onto the streets while pregnant with his child, with no relevant job experience. In desperation, she came to you. Her personality is rotten in some sense, with a secret submissive and masochistic side that she won't admit to in the slightest. She feels attracted to you, but is unwilling to admit as much, though she constantly teases you to try to get you to make the first move, to put her in her place. The command word to activate it will be "Bratty Cocktease."

You lean down over her, kissing her cheek repeatedly, peck after peck until she wakes up, eyelashes fluttering to life. "Master?" She asks, blinking, her gaze turning down to your groin as if to see if the problem is that you have a hard-on.

"Get dressed. You're going to take on a new alternate personality."

She perks to life instantly at that, her eyes widening with desire and lust. "What sort of clothing should I wear?" She asks, even as she pulls off her wedding ring.

"Just something normal," you tell her, and she nods along, collecting a white t-shirt and removing her collar, pulling on a pair of jeans. She's soon dressed fully, wearing socks but no shoes, clapping her hands together, excitement on her face at the thought of a fresh personality. "Bratty Cocktease," you tell her.

Her body language shifts immediately, from excited and expectant to playful and cocky. Her hand goes to her hip, her eyebrow quirking. "So? What did you want to talk to me about, Tom?"

"I was just wondering how you were settling in, Britney. I know sleeping on the couch can't be too comfortable."

"Then you can give me your bed," she says, her lips curling downward. "It would be the gentlemanly thing to do."

"The gentlemanly thing to do is to put you up without rent," you tell her, rising from the bed, currently shirtless. There's a faint flush to her cheeks, her eyes flicking along your bare chest before returning to your eyes. "If you want to sleep in the bed too, you'd better do more than just whine and bitch."

"Hey! It's not like I want to be a drain! I'm applying for jobs, just none of them have called back yet." She huffs, crossing her arms. "You're so impatient. I'm going to be a mother soon, it's not good for the baby for me to be stressed, anyway. I was thinking it'd probably be better to wait until I'm finished weaning to get a job."

Goddamn, she can definitely be fucking bratty when she wants to be. Part of you already wants to just turn her back to normal and fuck her immediately, but you're going to play along for the moment, rising from the bed, approaching her slowly. "Why should I put up you and your kid for that long?" You ask, pointedly, and her eyes get big as saucer plates as you loom over her. "You're just an old college friend, Brit. I'm willing to offer a little help, but that kind of stuff? You're going to have to actually make it worth my while."

"You wouldn't... just kick a pregnant woman onto the streets, would you?" She seems almost on the verge of crying.

"I wouldn't." She lets out a sigh of relief. "I would kick a parasite out onto the streets, though." She bites her lower lip. "So? Either get a job, or come up with some other way to help around the house."

"Fine. I'll... think of something," she says, huffing loudly as she leaves you alone in the room.

For the next few hours, she shows off the cocktease element of her new personality to an outrageous extent. At lunch, when her shirt gets a stain on it, she pulls it off, leaving her wearing just a bra, and any complaints on your part dismissed as being a "perv," saying that she "doesn't want to have to go get another shirt from my bags," and otherwise making excuses to wander around the house half-dressed. When you sit down to watch some TV, she immediately puts her face in your lap, lying down and treating you like a pillow while also subtly rubbing her cheek against your cock. There's a malicious grin on her lips as she feels it harden, for just a fraction of a second before she hides it again, pulling back.

"You got hard? Jeez! It's just a little skinship, are you really that hard up?"

"You've been wandering around half-naked all day."

"I'm more dressed than I would be at the beach! You're just a perv who can only think dirty thoughts."

Finally, you snap, knowing it's what she wants. You grab a tangle of her loose blonde hair, yanking her back down into your groin, rubbing her against your cock. She flushes with color, and though she complains, it's with a smile. "You- what are you doing, you pervert?"

"Sounds like you know exactly what I'm doing," you tell her, reaching with your spare hand down to her ass, giving her a sharp swat, which makes her practically moan in pleasure. "I'm being perverted. You're the one who got me like this, you little tease, and now you're going to take responsibility." You unzip your pants, popping out your cock, and she stares at it with scarcely-disguised lust for a few long, delicious seconds.

Then she suddenly regains her senses, shaking her head, and 'struggling' against your grip on her hair. "No, come on, Tom! That's gross, I don't do that kind of thing!" She's a bad liar, her emotions obviously at odds with her words, even a lick of her lips and a flick of the eyes down at your turgid cock accompanying complaints about being made to give a blowjob.

"You can suck dick here, in my air conditioned house, whenever you get me hard like this... or you can suck it outside, on the streets, for strangers, for spare change. Your choice." At that point, she stops struggling, her smoldering lust focused entirely on your cock. "Open wide." Obediently, she does so, and you shove her down your cock, groaning as you start to just pump her up and down your length. Her expression betrays just how tasty your dick is to her, a flutter of her eyelashes as your cock gets to rub along her tongue and palate on the first thrust inside.

With your spare hand, you start smacking her ass. "This is for being such a brat. One spanking for everything bad you did today." You don't even bother to actually keep a count, just occasionally speaking up to say something like, "That's for not thanking me for cooking lunch." "That's for refusing to put your shirt in the laundry." "That's for purposefully leaning over the couch to show off your ass while I was cooking."

She's intensely aroused from all the spankings, her butt wiggling enticingly in the air, seeming to invite more, while her expression is by this point one of raw pleasure. "You can come whenever you feel like, as long as you're sucking my cock like a good girl," you tell her, letting Brit only partly off the hook for the lingering command Dany has. She moans at that rather than scowling, lost in the moment, and one of her hands starts to unbutton her jeans, soon slipping into her panties to play with herself.

She winds up coming in that position, moaning around your length. Her fingers claw at the couch sheets beneath her, and you hold her down in your groin. Saliva dribbles and bubbles up between her lips, escaping the tight seal of your cock and her lips, her eyelashes fluttering wildly in response to your treatment. Her tongue is swishing excitedly inside her mouth, as much due to her arousal as due to your taste, and you peel her up and off your cock for a moment, enjoying as she briefly struggles against you, tongue stretching out and wanting more, her lips making sucking noises as she tries to get back to your cock.

"You enjoy it, huh?" You tease, and her cheeks immediately turn scarlet, her eyes widening so much that her irises seem small on her face.

"No!" She snaps.

"Well, too bad, because it's going to be your rent payment until you get a fucking job. All the blowjobs I want, you little brat."

"I'm only two years younger than-mmf!" She's shut up when your cock slams inside her mouth, and her arguments quickly fade into wet noises as she enjoys slurping and sucking on your cock, your taste absolutely rapturous for her. You get back to spanking her.

"No backtalk, suckslut," you tell her. "Your mouth's for me getting off in, not for arguing with your landlord." She actually nods at that point, so drunk and lost in the moment, before hurriedly shaking her head and putting on an affected scowl up at you, her nose scrunching up cutely. Given that she's still masturbating, it just makes things even sexier. At some point, you let go of her hair, and she doesn't even realize just keeping up the pace as you switch the channel over to a home movie you recently made with your wife.

At the top left corner is an old home movie of her sucking you off back before you made any tweaks to her brain, naked and smiling sweetly. At the top right, one far more recently, hungrily slurping on your cock, a black collar around her neck the only bit of clothing she's wearing. In the bottom left is your wife in costume as Tel-Thea, blushing scarlet as she gets fucked up and down your cock. And in the bottom right is Kiki, with hoop earrings and a big dopey smile as she nonverbally praises your cock by licking and sucking and stroking it.

At some point, Britney finally notices the film, her eyes widening. "Oh? Got a complaint about me watching some other girls sucking me off? Those are my girlfriends," you tell her, and she tilts her head downward, shame-faced, rededicating herself to the blowjob. You've made it so the alternate personalities will never recognize each other as themselves, so you're not worried about that. "You had better to the best job you can, to pay your rent." She nods around your cock, and you spank her cunt - prompting an immediate orgasm, her eyes widening as she gurgles around your dick, but you just keep fucking her face.

When you finally do come, you let her get a taste of your cum, spraying it all over the inside of her mouth, making her hum, eyebrows raising at the delicious taste of it. She seems completely lost in the moment until the last couple spurts are out, then she realizes what she's doing and pulls back. "There, I sucked you off. Whatever. I'll do it again if I have to for rent, but I don't like it."

"You came multiple times," you tell her, making her flush.

"Yeah, because you made me," she says, completely ignoring the fact that she was the one masturbating, and that at one point she orgasmed due to you slapping her cunt. "Anyway, if you're going to whine about me walking around wearing whatever's comfortable, then I guess I'll give you a blowjob, if I have to."

"You do. The alternative now is winding up on the street." She flushes softly at that, almost squirming in place, and you cup her cheek. "Just behave yourself going forward."

She does not, as it turns out, behave herself going forward, which gets her punished by having to give you even more blowjobs. She maintains a significant, ever-expanding lead in the number of orgasms she has. By the end of the day, when you finally shut her off so you can snuggle into bed with your wife, she's ahead, 27 to 5.