Bianca sigh contently and let the light shine down on her as he waited for her boyfriend Sam to return home.
They’d been together since college, two easy going and optimistic kids that thought they could change the world.
For her that had meant becoming a lawyer and fighting injustice for the less fortunate. Her trust fund ensured she didn’t need to work for money, so she could accept a low paying job in any firm that would let her fight for what was right, not necessarily what was profitable.
She’d graduated and done just that, joining a practice that paid her a tenth of what she was worth, but gave her the kinds of cases she wanted.
Sam on the other hand was a genius in physics and science, he had been sure his inventions would change the world for the better for everyone… if he just had the one perfect idea he knew he had in him.
Bianca had of course supported and encouraged him, all through college and even after. It was only later that she’d started to suspect that he might never make anything of himself.
She’d tried to steer him into a corporate job, something that he could earn a living wage at, but instead he spent all his time tinkering in their, and by their she meant her, garage.
Six months ago she’d been ready to finally have the talk. The talk where she would either break up with him, or something would change.
It turned out that something was about to change, just not in the way she’d thought.
Sam had come in excitedly waving around what looked like a normal light bulb, all excited and talking at a thousand words a minute. She’d only picked up a few of them, like subsonic resonance, and frequency modulation, and pattern reconfiguration, but it all sounded like gobbledygook to her.
She’d come down hard on him in that instant, tired of yet another “discovery” that she was sure was going to amount to nothing, and perhaps she’d been a little over the top, but she’d given him the ultimatum, prove that this was the discovery he kept dreaming about or she was going to leave him.
He’d looked horrified, terrified, and then, suddenly, calm. Like a switch had suddenly been flipped and he just gave her a nod and handed her the bulb.
“Here, take this.” he said, “Put it the reading lamp you use while reviewing all of your paperwork at night. If in a week you don’t think that this will change the world, I’ll move out.”
She’d almost regretted her harshness, but it was for the better.
She’d taken the light bulb and done as he asked, and for the next week, as she reviewed her case files each night, she sat under the light of the bulb.
At first, it seemed just like any other light bulb, nice enough, but nothing special. Then, after the second day, she started to notice… something, a lightness about herself that she hadn’t felt since college.
She smiled more, and not just when she was under the light of the bulb, but even at work. The worries of her life seemed lighter, as if they weren’t nearly so bad as she had thought they were.
By the fourth day she’d noticed a second effect, she was super horny.
When they’d gone to bed that night she’d almost attacked Sam, sucking his dick, riding him for all she was worth. It was the kind of sex they’d had back in college, when they’d sneak out behind the bleachers at the football games and he’d fuck her from behind and hope that nobody caught them.
At the end of the week, she had to acknowledge that he’d done it. She still wasn’t sure what he’d done, but it was life changing.
For the next few weeks she spent more and more time under the light. Her work started to suffer, but her sex life only continued to improve.
Three months later, she’d quite her job at the firm. She just didn’t care enough any more to go into work, instead there were only two things she wanted, to spend more time under the light, and more time fucking Sam.
When she told Sam that she’d quite, he didn’t seem surprised, but even supportive of her choice.
When she told Sam that she wanted to fuck more, that didn’t surprise him either.
She’d thought he’d agree without much of a fuss, after all he seemed to enjoy it as well, but to her surprise he’d given her an ultimatum.
Either become the perfect fuck doll trophy wife he wanted her to be, or he’d stop fucking her entirely.
She’d been horrified at his ultimatum, how could he stop fucking her? It was unthinkable, she needed his cock inside of her all the time!
She’d quickly agreed to make whatever changes he wanted.
Then, for the last six months, she’d spent countless hours at the gym reshaping her body. More time at the salon, getting fillers and learning how to properly apply makeup, and of course weeks in recovery after her breast enlargement surgery.
She knew she wasn’t done, that she would never be done really, but Sam seemed happy with how things had progressed and that was enough for him to keep fucking her.
She heard the front door open and her eyes blinked open, she’d lost track of time under the light again.
She got up and made a bee line for the front door, where Sam was just taking off his shoes. She got right up to him, slipped down onto her knees, pushed her tits out and then looked up in anticipation at him.
“Welcome home Master.” she said and then bowed her head.
She caught sight of a smile just as his face vanished from view and then felt his hand pat her head.
“Thank you Bee. I’ve got good news too.” he replied.
Her head popped back up, her eyes wide, “Are you going to fuck me right here and now Master?” she asked enthusiastically.
Sam chuckled and shook his head. She pouted and her shoulders slumped.
“No, no you silly slut. That will be later. No the good news is that I closed the deal with the Department of Corrections! They’ve agreed to install a version of my light in all the prisons for violence suppression. Of course the version I’m selling them only pacifies the violent tendencies of the subjects by temporarily reorganization the thought patters associated with violence, but it’s a huge deal none the less.”
“That’s amazing Master… I should suck your cock in celebration!” she replied and he chuckled again.
“I’m really going to have to turn that sex drive down a little I think. Good thing the light in your lamp isn’t as limited as the ones I’m selling to the DoC.” he said and then patted her on the head again before walking towards the kitchen.
She stood up and followed a few paces behind, hoping he might change his mind.
He didn’t, but instead went to his office and worked for a while. She settled down at his feet, snuggling up against his leg and longingly looking at his crotch.
Fortunately she didn’t have to wait too long, and after only an hour or so he took her upstairs and fucked her brains out like the perfect fuck doll trophy wife she was.
