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"Yeah, me too." said Nat. "Well, let's go back to my place. It's not too far from here. We can get cleaned up and then think about what to eat."
"Sounds lovely," Misha said, fawningly.
They gathered their things and made their way out of what some might consider a sexual crime scene, given the degree of exploitation, aggressive domination, and perhaps attempted strangulation due to suffocation from cum. But Misha and Nat both parted the space with fondness.
As Nat walked out, he gave one final note to the baristas. "It was a lovely visit to your café. Please remember me as one of your favorite customers, one that deserves a free cup on the regular, and perhaps a little something more if the mood is right." He put a twenty-dollar bill in their tip jar and walked out with Misha on his arm.
As they took the five or six block walk back to Nat's apartment, Nat slowly slipped out of the "naivety spell" that he had put himself in prior, and he started to remember the program and how it had been the main actor in this crazy sexscapade he just experienced. But it didn't trouble him or make his feelings of gratification, pride, and love any weaker. That precaution had been built in to his commands earlier that day. It did slowly unfetter his mind to recommence plans, strategies and foresights that revolved around the program. Being the more sexually fulfilled and cum-drained man that he now was, he felt a very relaxed headspace and he was eager to spend the rest of the evening with Misha and definitely to get food in his belly, and maybe some booze as well.
At that moment, Misha yelled out in shock. "Oh my God," she said, incredulously as she scrolled through an article on her phone.
"What?" said Nat, wondering what she could possibly be looking at.
"It says here that Donald Trump exposed himself in public today!" exclaimed Misha, as she continued reading. "He's been arrested and their taking immediate impeachment actions." Nat was reminded of his earlier non-sexual session he had with the program.
"What?" he joined in. "That's fucking crazy!"
"Yeah, it says he appears to have one of the smallest penises on human record." They both laughed, giddily. Nat was both amused and amazed by his large-scale power. Misha's account also led him to remember his duties he had bestowed upon Anika and how she would probably be waiting for him at the house, right now. Moreover, she would definitely not be expecting him to be with another girl, especially one as cute as Misha. He pulled up his phone and went his favorites column to pull up Anika's profile. In the command field he typed in, "You will openly invite other women from Nat's life into your life." He then pulled up Misha's profile and wrote, "You will find Anika quite attractive and you will think of her as a possible lover to share Nat with." Then he hurried Misha home.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 5 years ago...a pretty hot installment to a pretty hot story.
One thing from this one and the first installment.
You’re the writer. You get to write your stories how you like them.
But as a reader, I get to comment on them.
Your protagonist’s obvious lack of responsible behavior as to the consequences of his actions with Master PC, as warned initially, must perforce come back to bite him in the ass. I hope you address that.
And pardon me, a non-partisan citizen, but your rather blatant and (I think) egregious politically slanted remarks are antagonistic to the offices you refer to. You are clearly part of the far left, duped and clearly mentally unstable where day to day adult responsibility is concerned. Like most of your ilk, you want any experiencethat your basest desires drive you, without responsibility for the consequences. In the real world, where even fantasy writers must navigate day to day, the bill always comes due.
I think you make your story sub-par by leaving out that element of reality that makes even the most fantastic of stories more acceptable to the broader audience. Readers aren’t stupid. They expect some semblance of reality as part of the inbuilt conflict in any good story. This is where, most blatantly, your story falls short.
Sick of some (unwanted) consequences as I am, I recognize them as part of everyday life, the result of making choices and taking action. This is something I must plan to address when the time comes and the consequences come home to roost.
Some are hoped for and very desirable, others....not so much.
But I earn them all by my actions, either way. So do you. So should your characters. As the best characters in all literature, whether venal or not, are those that show them dealing with the natural consequences of their actions.
You, it’s your story, snark away like a damn petulant, overindulged 14 year old, but in the end, sir, even for you the bill comes due.
Oh, and do try to do a better job of editing, will you? It makes you look ignorant and foolish to mis-conjugate verbs and mis-use participles as you do too often.
Grinded? Really? So it should be called grinded round steak and not ground round steak? And to, too and two? How is that so hard?
No policing here. You go right on ahead and do what you like. Remember, I’m one member of the much hated group called Anonymous here. But unlike some of the Troglodytes, both registered members and Annony’s alike, I at least try to be fair-minded and give every submission I read a fair chance.
And like all people, I can’t help what I like or dislike. All I can offer is the truth of my experience.
If you haven’t got the guts to take the commentary as it comes, then it’s probably best to stop submitting. Open forums are no place for weak or overinflated egos.
Comment at this point is perhaps premature, but I felt compelled by what I feel are blatant and counter-productive elements common in your submissions.
Besides, I want Anika in my apartment, living a life we....well never mind....that’s MY story, if I should ever get out from under these damn security restrictions and gain my own voice.
Carry on, McDuff!
