Tuesday September 24, 2024

“No, no, no Kiri… don’t ball up your hand, fingers out and bent at the wrist.” I said as the former superheroine stood in front of me.

“giggle Like, sorry! giggle” she replied and quickly made the change to her posture.

Every once in a while these little things cropped up, a defiant pose, or a certain sound in her voice, or a little action, that slipped through the programming.

They were easy to correct of course, SolarGirl was long gone now, replace with the new and improved Kiri. The old Kiri wanted truth, justice, and equality. The new Kiri wanted to look cute and suck cock.

Fortunately for her, she had become very adept at both.

“Ok, now you remember what I told you earlier?” I asked.

She smiled and nodded, “Like, totally! Don’t speak unless you speak to me, and like, if anyone else talks to me just giggle like a cute little dummy! giggle“

I smiled and nodded, “Good, very good.”

This was her first time out in public, a charity event that would be attended by the rich and powerful of the city. She’d be hanging on my arm all night long like a good little trophy wife.

I picked up the remote control from the small table to my left and clicked the power button, turning off the bright pink programming monitor that Kiri had been standing in front of for the last few hours. It wasn’t really necessary any more, but a little extra re-enforcement didn’t seem out of place either.

I returned the control to the table and then stuck out my arm, Kiri wiggled over to me and looped her own arm through mine and leaned in tightly to me as we headed out.

Tonight would be the first of many such nights, in a few months the papers would be reporting about how serious own relationship was, then about our wedding plans, and finally be reporting on our honeymoon.

Kiri’s alien DNA would keep her young and beautiful when I was old and shriveled, but she’d still be just as eager to suck my dick as she would be in the limo tonight.