They were all programmed to act a certain way. I had made it so. It took a lot of work to make sure that everyone would be able to follow their protocol, but after a few sleepless nights, I had the code working perfectly on all fronts. That goes to show what happens when you put your mind to something and just grind it out until it's done. 

The first thing I had to set up was an exploit. Something that would trigger a system to sputter, just for a moment. The human brain, for instance. People look at them in a more complex light than I do, but I see them just as I see computers. They tell the rest of the body what to do, much like a computer does. You just have to find a way to implant what you want in.

I set up LED lights around my house that would trigger when anyone came over. As soon as they walked onto my property, they would get hit with some lights. It was subtle, and no one suspected anything from them. But they were the initial dump so that I could install other things in their head, if need be. 

The first woman who came and caught my interest led to many experiments. I figured that you could just dump all of the information that you wanted into someone's head and they would come out the other end exactly as you wanted, but that wasn't the case. Melody became addicted to sex. She was insatiable. I couldn't even send her home like that, so instead, she started to live with me. She wore a collar and a leash, and I fucked her nonstop for the first few weeks she was there. 

But then, something clicked inside of me. Why was I settling for one woman? It sounded silly the more I thought about it. I could have any woman I wanted. As many as I wanted. There were no limits to the things I could do. And with the next woman, I got smarter. Instead of doing a large dump of programming, I laid it out, line by line. It made the installation process much easier. 

The next one was Daniele. She was this stacked, young black woman who lived next door with her roommate. She must have been around 21 or so. She was cute. There was no way I couldn't implant naughty shit into her head. The first thing I did was normalize the idea of having a sex slave. I knew Melody would have a distinct impact on any sane person who laid eyes on her, so I was sure to put that into the initial code that was placed in Daniele's skull. 

Then, the longer that Daniele stayed at my house, and the more that she came over, the more information slowly dripped into her head. She started thinking about sex constantly. She started being freer with her wanton pursuits. She thought she was going through a sexual awakening, but in reality, she was being programmed into being a slut by me. 

She would come over constantly, because she knew I was an insatiable pervert who was always ready to fuck her. She would come over and play with Melody when I wasn't there. I would walk through the door sometimes and see them, licking one another's cunts. I would fuck both of them like that. 

Then, a cute woman of around 39 or so, a stacked Latina with plastic tits and a great ass, dropped off some groceries I had ordered. I couldn't say no to her. She had the program put in. I made it so that when she would get in her car, she would drive to my house, and not even know why. She would pull up to the outside of my house, and since she was already there, she figured she would go inside and chat with Melody and me. Sometimes, I would be fucking Melody as she entered, and I would keep the conversation going for a bit before casually offering to fuck her. Her name was Julia. She had these beautiful brown eyes that I loved staring into as she sucked me off. I would come all over her fake tits, and then she would be off until the next time she received a random impulse to come over and be dominated.

And it continued on and on like that. For months on end. I started having the women bring over friends. We would sit down, and I would go through their social media feeds and see which ones were cute. I had even developed a way to send these women the flashes over their cell phones after a bit of tinkering. That initial install did so much for people. It made it so you could implant different things into their head remotely. I got it perfected after a few tries. I had a woman I had only seen through pictures show up at my door, completely nude. After she stepped through the door, she fell to her knees and pushed her tits out so I could get a good look.

"Hello Master," she said. "How may I serve you?"

I didn't even say anything. I just walked up and stuck my cock in her mouth. I fucked it until I came, and then sent her on her way. That was all I wanted from her. 

I started to refer to my home as the Playhouse. What other world would you use to describe it? These women would come over, and all of their agency would be removed. They would become my playthings. I would stay with them for hours, stroking their amazing figures as I took in their beauty. It was marvelous. Melody would typically meet them at the door and get them nice and wet before bringing them into my bedroom. It made for a nice system when there were other women there. You didn't have to work as hard, and that is kind of the point of automation, right?

Soon enough, I had my own harem of women at my disposal. They would come over, fall in line due to their programming, and when I was done with them, they would leave, none the wiser of what transpired in my house. Or, if they did, they would remember enjoying every second of it. It really is the perfect plan. Who is going to come looking for a simple house in the middle of the suburbs? The stoic nature of it added to its effectiveness.

But you know what I was thinking? I think having one house isn't enough. I was thinking of possibly using my programming on one of these women that I possess, and seeing about repurposing their house into a second home for me. I mean, why not? Having two properties would mean I could fill up the second place with even more women. All it would need would be some simple lights, a small computer to execute the information dumps, and a few extra beds to help accommodate things...