That evening, after a romantic dinner and quiet evening in each other’s arms, Melissa found herself on all fours being fucked in the ass by Brett. He gave her a few final thrusts and then paused to give her a moment to herself. Satisfied at her slow head nod affirming him, he continued gently inside her ample bottom; just enough to get him, and hopefully her, off. After orgasming, Brett watched his cum drip down Melissa’s bottom onto the floor. His slave fell forward and panted loudly at her own, unexpected, orgasm.

Methodically, they went about cleaning up their protection and the two haphazard piles of clothing laying near the door to their bedroom. After placing everything in the laundry hamper, Master and slave hugged in the hallway. As their naked bodies came together, they quickly pulled away as the sticky sexual fluids on their bottom extremities dripped onto each other.

Melissa started nervously laughing, putting her hand to her mouth to stop. “I’m sorry, that is always funny.”

Brett pulled her back to him by gently tugging on her left nipple. “You did very well today.” They held a long kiss together and embraced again. A long moment passed while their stickier parts stuck together yet again. In synchronization, Melissa and Brett turned their heads and looked towards the bathroom. Taking his slave’s hand, Brett led her to the shower so they could clean up before bedtime.

In the shower Brett and Melissa washed each other down, cleaning the other’s body thoroughly. He took special attention to her breasts, washing them on all sides and underneath. The dark haired girl guided his hand to a spot under her left breast which was especially sensitive. As he massaged the spot, she took his cock in her hand and began jerking him off. Pleasantly surprised by Brett’s ability to get hard again, Melissa jerked him off until he came on the shower floor between them.

In bed, after drying off, Melissa snuggled up to Master and purred softly as he petted her head. She felt positively smitten at this point in the evening. Proving her level of loving submission, she quickly obeyed when Brett instructed her to call out of work the next morning. After calling out, she returned to her place in his arms.

“Sweetie,” Brett began, “why don’t you listen to your music again?” He stared at her, hoping she complied to the programmed directive.

Melissa blinked a few times and smiled. “Yes, that is a great idea, Master.” Sleepily, fighting through a yawn at the end of a long day, she walked over to their dresser and put in her ear buds. The busty, brainwashed, slave hit play as she snuggled again against her Master. Very quickly, the life left her eyes and her head dropped against Brett’s shoulder. She fell asleep moments later. Brett turned and embraced her tenderly, hoping the next morning would bring even better results.

The next morning, at 6am, the alarm went off to announce the beginning of another day. Without noticing their presence in her ears from the night before, Melissa took out her ear buds and turned off the mp3 player. She placed it on the table, manicured fingers toggled it to off before plugging it into her laptop to charge.

As her Master stirred in bed, the busty slave rolled to his side of the bed and kissed him hard on the mouth. Her doe eyes made Brett’s cock rise very quickly, which led her under the covers to slide it into her mouth as she did every morning. Methodically, the dark haired BBW fellated her Master. She took her time going up and down, stroking slowly, and kissing his balls. Melissa prided herself on how good she was at performing oral sex; it gave her great pleasure to service Brett each morning.

A subliminal reinforced her pride: Master deserves oral sex every morning...it is a good reminder of my submission. Melissa really was very proud of her cock sucking skills. Unlike many girls who said they did and lied to titillate guys, she thought it was a large part of feminine submission to a man to perform to the best of her ability. She already was commanded to have her mouth fucked each morning, but the subliminals now in her mix did a good job of reinforcing and emphasizing these values.

After an all too brief period of time, Melissa knew Brett had to get up and prepare for the day, she thrust herself onto his cock and swallowed down his cum. Breathing heavily for a moment, she looked up lustily at her Master, who sighed heavily as the eroticism of the moment passed. The busty slave left him waiting for a minute while she went into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit. Back in the bedroom, the lovers snuggled under the covers for a few minutes.

Suddenly, Melissa sat up, blinked a few times, and turned to Brett. “I need to make breakfast in my uniform, Master.” She had been conditioned to be unaware of the fact that this was a different uniform from yesterday, but still she hurried across the room to pick out the items of clothing which had been programmed into her to wear for this task.

Melissa slipped into pink panties, a matching satin bra, and clear platform heels. Quickly, she made her way down the stairs, stopping for a moment to make sure the blinds were shut, and swayed into the kitchen to begin breakfast. On the stove, water boiled for their coffee. On the island in the middle of the room two bowls of cereal were poured and pieces of fruit were sliced. After pouring water into the matching French Presses she spun around and pulled up the shopping list widget on the netbook that stayed in the kitchen and added cereal to the shopping list and left a post-it open from the Tomboy program to remember to grind coffee beans later.

Around the top of the hour, Brett came down the stairs grinning wildly. Wearing a black blazer, dress shirt under a sweater, and nice pants Melissa found him professional, but yet very handsome. She handed him his breakfast. Standing in front of her Master only wearing underwear and high heels, nothing seemed out of the ordinary to her.

Brett smiled, kissing her gently on the mouth as breakfast was placed in his hands. The busty slave’s rather large breasts looked incredible in the pink bra which held them. He took her hand in his own and kissed a finger. “Why don’t you head upstairs; I left out your real uniform for today.”

Melissa brightened wickedly and whispered, “yes, Master,” as she began her ascent up the stairs. Before she could get too far along, Brett turned and gave her round bottom a firm pat. A stir went through her body; it still blew her mind that a man would treat her in such a sexualized way beyond some creepy “BBW” fetish. Her life before Brett had been seriously incomplete. It was her duty to do whatever was needed to keep him happy.

Downstairs, after he heard Melissa shut the bedroom door, Brett put down his cereal and logged into his email on their netbook in the kitchen. Quickly, as he shoved the plunger down on his French Press with one hand, typed out a quick email to Chip documenting how well Melissa’s reprogramming was going. Using the web browser’s built-in ability to hide his tracks, he sent the email and returned the screen to the Ubuntu desktop, where a picture of Melissa and Brett at a friend’s wedding resided as the background.

Upstairs, Melissa got into the shower and cleaned herself. After drying her hair she found another box waiting on the bed. This box contained a purple and black maid uniform, black pantyhose, a corset, and a pair of old style black pumps. Excited to spend another day in a sexy maid uniform, which fit perfectly and accentuated all the right spots, she quickly put on her uniform. After sliding on the high heels and walking a bit in them inside the room, she let her hair down and applied the usual light amount of makeup she wore on a day to day basis.

Staring at herself in the mirror, Melissa felt absolutely wonderful. The past few days had been so great for her. Brett had really taken the time to make sure she had uniforms that made her feel sexy and confident about her body. She also loved the way the maid uniforms made her feel. “Being a maid makes me feel so obedient.” Out loud, the subliminal mantra made perfect sense to the busty slave. Quickly, her gradual acceptance of Brett’s enjoyment of her big, busty, body and praise for her had become more accelerated. It made her feel more feminine, more obedient, and deeply enthralled to him.

Turning at the vibrating phone on her dresser, she saw a friend from work’s number sliding across the screen. Her work was important, but a lot of it could be from home. Taking a few days off to please Master didn’t concern her too much. Sighing, she looked at the bountiful cleavage the uniform showed. If Brett commanded her, Melissa would work 24 hours a day. Or not at all: she could stay home and be his perfect stay at home wife one day.

It didn’t take any reprogramming for the dark haired slave to know that she would do whatever he commanded. Their love was that deep and true. She would drop everything to please him. Which is why her aversion to anal sex had been so troubling. But Melissa seemingly had overcome that last night. Which seemed a little odd to her, but before she could ponder further she realized that it was time to go downstairs. She had other duties right now. The thought passed from her mind.

After walking down the steps slowly as she became more accustomed to her new outfit and shoes, Melissa curtsied and did a twirl for her Master. Brett gently pulled her toward him by her collar. “I have a few things to show you,” he paused to tap his watch, “but I have to go soon.”

They went over to the kitchen netbook. While Melissa was upstairs, Brett had logged out and logged back into the Linux OS under a different, but very similar looking, profile. Standing in front of the netbook, he double clicked a few launchers in the dock and new widgets opened up. The first was a small spreadsheet. “I put together a budget for you, so you always know what you are spending when you are home.” Melissa smiled; she loved widgets and nerdy organizational tricks.

“I also,” he continued, as he clicked another window and confirmed the changes, “came up with another neat idea.” The desktop background went black for a few seconds and then changed to a long daily calender. Watching Melissa’s wide smile made Brett’s week. “I synced up the desktop background to an XML feed from the calender I set up for you. This way you’ll never have to go far to know my next instruction.”

Melissa clapped her hands and hugged him tightly. She pulled away quickly after looking over at the clock in the top right corner of the desktop. “Brett, it’s 7:25; you have to go!”

He turned around and looked in the direction her manicured finger pointed. “Oh, shit, I do.” He crossed the room and grabbed his bag and keys. Crossing the room again, he pulled her close for a kiss. “I love you, but I have to go.” He walked over to the door, let their cat back inside, and began to walk outside. Suddenly, he stopped and turned back inside the house. “By the way, you should listen to your mp3 player while doing chores today.”

Melissa smiled and waved as he left. One of the subliminal triggers from the previous night instructed her to follow his command and put in her ear buds. Upstairs, she found the mp3 player on the dresser and clipped it to her uniform. Pushing play, she began listening, unknowingly, to the most recent subliminal commands reprogramming her.

After he left their driveway and drove down the street, Melissa adjusted the volume on her ear buds a bit lower but still received the subliminal instructions. Checking the new desktop schedule on the netbook, she realized there was a little less than an hour before a task needed to be completed. Coincidently, a new message sang in her mind: I have to stay on task for Master. I am his slave. Slaves focus on the task at hand. I am his slave and will focus on the task at hand.

While finishing her coffee and breakfast, she examined the budget widget. Brett had hand-rolled it himself from an XML file to display, in real time, Melissa’s current budget. Before she met Brett, she had been a bit of an over-spender. Her Master wasn’t exactly frugal, but he was more temperate in how he spent money. One of the first aspects of her life that Melissa had turned over to him was how she spent her money. All purchases were discussed and, almost every time, approved.

Looking at the budget, Melissa saw everything important visualized. Groceries, a stipend for clothing and shoe shopping, nail and hair appointments. Approximations for gas, makeup and accessories, and book buying were also included. She was so impressed with her Master and his transparency about their finances. Other women she knew had not had so much luck. At night her sleep was never deterred or interrupted by concerns about their financial status.

Melissa noticed the top of the hour was approaching. It was now time for her to prepare to perform the first task listed on the calendar. She had four tasks for the day. Brett wanted her to give each room in the house a solid cleaning. Organize anything out of place. Then she was to dust all surfaces, which was listed as a weekly task. Prep for the next few days worth of lunches was to be completed next. Finally, she was to prepare dinner.

The top of the hour rung out on a few clocks in their house. Before Melissa could think about all of the tasks ahead of her, she began to focus on cleaning. After all, she was a slave and had to focus on the task at hand. Everything could wait until it was finished. Swaying across the kitchen and into the living room, the brainwashed slave pulled their vacuum out of the closet and entered the first room to begin her task. Until complete, her existence was devoted to its completion.