The Neighborhood: Part 10 [MF][Oral][Voy][Mast][Sex][Mdom][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 18: Tagging in Mike**

The next morning, Colin woke to his wife starting to go down on him. He pretended to be asleep until she really got him going, jolting ‘awake’ in pleasant surprise.

“Good morning.” She said, looking up from his slick cock. “Don’t worry, I already brushed my teeth. I just figured you deserved a bit of a reward for being so nice last night.” She went back to blowing him, and he enjoyed the ride, coming as she took it all it, swallowing with a grin.

“I…am not complaining.” He smiled. Sitting up, kissing her on the cheek. “You can blow me every morning.” He said. “Or you can give me a hand job. I’m not choosey.”

“I make no promises.” She said, smirking. “But you need to get ready for work…and I need some coffee.”

“I half expected you to be passed out from talking all night.” He said, getting out of bed. For the past two weeks, he’d stopped wearing anything to sleep in. He hadn’t encouraged Alison to do the same, but part of him was okay with that. He enjoyed taking her clothes off, pajamas or otherwise.

“We were only up until eleven. She works—I *don’t*—remember?”

“Please, you do a lot around the house. If you want to get a job to pass the time, feel free, but for once, we don’t need the income.”

“Go…take a shower.” She said, an odd look on her face. “I can’t look at you naked and know I can’t do anything with you. Go.” She waved him away. “Shoo!”

“Well,” he said, backing up into the bathroom, “you can *fuck* me in the morning, too, that’s always an option.” She laughed as he closed the door and got into the shower. “Fuck.” He swore, once the shower was going strong. He wasn’t even sure if he *needed* to reinforce those commands. Alison seemed to be taking almost anything he suggested sexually as a reasonable request.

He dried off and shaved, moving toward the bathroom doors when he heard his wife moaning. He cracked open the door and peeked out, seeing her spread-eagle on the bed, naked, and her working her rabbit vibrator in and out. He was half-tempted to barge in on her, raise hell just as she had when catching him masturbating, but then, he never cared. Colin was of the opinion that *everyone* was better off with a least an orgasm a day. He waited a couple extra minutes, enjoying the show, until his wife started coming. He back away from the door, waited a little bit more to make sure she had time to hide her toy way, and stepped back into the bedroom. She was back under the covers, but she hadn’t bothered to put her nightshirt back on in her haste. He walked over and kissed her on the cheek before getting dressed. He had a smile on his face all the way to work.

He spent the first few hours at his desk reading up on project developments. Natalie gave him his nine-thirty handjob, Janelle *not* in attendance—much to Natalie’s relief—and Colin held his morning scrum with his team.

“Morning, Colin.” Gil said, starting his update and the team’s part of the meeting. “While it’s been a bit of a delay, we think we can roll out the mesh network update this weekend. While the actual code is working, the hardware was having issues. That was our problem last week. We thing we have it addressed now.”

“Have you run tests in the lab?” Colin asked.

“Yes, I think we mentioned this on Monday.” Stan said.

“We didn’t, actually.” Kristie interjected. “We got distracted by the discussion about tags and tag reinforcement.”

“It’s still fairly unstable.” Mike said. “I don’t recommend playing around with until I’ve refined things.” Colin eyed Mike. “Some bleed-over issues.” He muttered. The man seemed nervous, possibly a little ashamed. He decided he’d have to have a private chat with the guy sometime soon.

“Well, let’s not get off topic, today then.” Colin said. “The tests went well?”

“Well enough.” James said. “Do you want the stats or the executive pitch?”

“Send me the data.” Colin said, not giving James the satisfaction of trying to make him feel dumb. “Proceed with the rollout on Friday. Will you all need to stay late?” He asked.

“Someone will have to monitor things all weekend, but that info can be ported out to alert our phones with no security concerns. No need for anyone to be here.” Mike said. “Though I probably *will* be in on the weekend, regardless.”

“It’s fine. Do what you need to do, but don’t feel you need to come in if you don’t want to. I’d rather have you all relaxed and well-rested.”

“Thanks, boss.” Gil said, and seemed genuine in saying it. The meeting broke up and Colin approached Mike, pulling him aside.

“Drop by my office around three. I want to have a chat about the tagging system. Informal, off the record, whatever you want to call it. Understand?” He nodded, and Colin left them to their work.

—-

**Chapter 19: Mike Makes Right**

Colin spent the remaining hours up to lunch finding Stella’s profile, and delving into her data. He had to enroll her as a test subject, but he got a notice that the update deployed almost immediately. All of his potential commands were still recorded, though there was no actual response or uptake data. It was new territory, and something he was a little hesitant to approach. As three in the afternoon arrived, Mike was led into his office by Natalie. Mike was distracted by Natalie, his eyes following the petite secretary out of the room, which Colin filed away for later.

“She *is* attractive, I’ll give Fenris credit for that.” Colin said, and the man glanced away. “Have a seat, Mike.” The man eased into his seat, his well-toned muscles shifting under his t-shirt. “Relax. I didn’t ask you here to scold you or anything, in fact, I wanted to congratulate you one what you accomplished with the tagging system.”

“I meant to ask you about that sir, um, *how* do you know so much about it?”

“I’m an executive. I have access to a lot of the system.” Colin lied. “But the fact of the matter is, the tagging works…it works *really* well. Man to man, Mike, this is your pet project, right? Your fingerprints are all over it. Not something initially called for in the program, was it?” Mike actually blushed, but Colin pushed forward. “My wife is a test subject. I’m telling you this in confidence. Can I trust you, Mike?”

“Uh, yes, of course, sir…um, Colin.” Colin gestured for him to come around the desk. He showed the programmer his wife’s profile and watched as his eyes got big. “This…this actually *worked*?” Colin got out of his chair and point for the man to sit down.

“Radical honesty, right Mike?” Colin said. “My wife woke me up with a blowjob this morning.” The programmer blinked up at him. “She has literally never done that before, *ever*. And in case you don’t grasp the niceties of marriage, this is not something that happens with a couple nearing their ten-year anniversary. When I ask her what’s for dinner, she gets wet. I can make her come before *I* do just by saying certain phrases over and over. When I compliment her, ask for a hug, she wants to please me more. If anything, her libido seems to be at level of when we were in our early twenties—she also seems up for almost anything I want.”

“And you want a way to *reverse* this?” Mike asked.

“What! Why?” Colin laughed. “No, Mike…god, I mean she’s not going to go *crazy* on me, right?”

“All of our studies have indicated subjects revert-to-mean after a month without wearing the band.” He thought about it for a moment. “I mean, there might be some residual habitual elements, like, if you had someone doing something every day, they might just learn to treat it as normal, even without reinforcement, but—honestly, Colin, I’m just a programmer. The actual science behind this isn’t even coming from this team. We’re just implementing the practical hardware and software elements, fitting it all in a bracelet, that sort of thing. The neuroscience is a whole other part of R&D.”

“So, if she were to be without the bracelet for more than month, you have no idea if she’ll keep getting me off every morning.” Colin said it as a joke, but Mike took his seriously.

“It may be conditioned behavior by that point. She may believe it’s what you want and expect.”

“Um, okay. Well, two things I’m hoping you can answer for me…one, if I had you focus more time on the tagging element, making it more, I don’t know, user friendly? Could you do that?”

“Yes…but…”

“And two, in your experience, what would happen if I tried to implement tagging on someone who…someone with no prior conditioning, like, they *just* got their bracelet, just had their firmware activated?”

“I don’t know. To be honest, no one has bothered to try it. Barely *anyone* has used the tagging system beyond me. I mean, they’re basically macros, right? Even without uptake data, the pre-existing commands have already been recorded, parsed, and are available in the system, you should technically be able to use tags *without* a baseline.” He thought about it for a moment. “Though, lacking a baseline, you would probably have to reinforce or overlap some response expectations to make sure you caught all the little nuances. It might feel a little more overwhelming to the subject, but the result would probably be the same—possibly even more powerful—assuming they didn’t freak out and rip off their bracelet.”

“Well, I was curious…” Colin said. “I’m not sure if I even have a subject in mind, but it’s useful to know. I’ve been trying to think of practical applications for the executive meetings, but other than getting fast food workers to move more quickly…well…” He trailed off. “This may be something that could come up at a future project outlook meeting with the other executives. So, for now, let’s say 15% of your time goes to the tagging function, okay?”

“I…um…I’m already stretched a little thin, and sir, um, one of the reasons I’m taking anti-anxiety medication is because of job stress. We don’t exactly get the perks of executives, you know. My wife is not happy with the hours—.”

“You have a wife?” Colin asked. He wasn’t wearing a ring.

“I do, sir. Of four years. She came with me from the outside…she’s not a…not a Fenris girl, I guess is what they call them.” Colin typed in Mike’s last name, looking for his wife. “She’s, um, she’s not in there.” He said, looking over Colin’s shoulder. “She’s already part of the test, so she just has a test number.”

“Mike, you sly dog…” Colin grinned. “You’ve been holding out on me, making me feel bad about toying with my wife’s profile. Type her in.” Mike typed in a series of numbers, and picture of cute blonde showed up. Colin also noted the resemblance to Natalie. “And what have you done with her?” Mike brought up her sub-command page, and Colin was shocked to see nothing but loyalty and affection tags. “That’s it?”

“Things are fine between us. I tried some…well…some sexual stuff early on—just to test it—but it didn’t take.”

“I think the technology has improved, Mike. Now, I could wait until you leave and have your wife *surprise* you when you get home, but how about—for homework—you to try to *enhance* some parts of your relationship. Walk through the process again, like a beginner, and then start thinking about how to make it better, easier, more dumbed down for non-programmers like me.”

“To what end?” Mike asked.

“I have no idea…yet…but there might be something here.” Colin stretched in his seat. “Honestly, Mike, do I have to *convince* you to try to have a little fun with your wife? It’s not like I’m asking for details.”

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do, but the team isn’t going to be happy with me being less available for mesh API work. It’s complicated, and while I got the rudiments working already, there’s going to be some ongoing tweaking and such. There’s been some response overflow—the bleed-over—people experience what others are supposed to experience. It will time to fix.”

“I might have some ideas for the API heavy lifting.” Colin said, an obvious idea forming. Coincidence or not, Colin wasn’t planning on passing up this opportunity. “I have a few plates spinning right now, *but* I may be able to get you some help…it depends on how much weight I can throw around after being here just a few weeks.” Colin walked Mike to the door. “Do what you can, and don’t let it interfere with the mesh work. As for the rest of our conversation, it’s between us, for now, understand?” Mike nodded and left.

Colin sat down at his desk and looked over the profile of Mike’s wife. She was pretty. Young, too, but yeah, not *Fenris* material by default. Colin was tempted to send Natalie to Mike, perhaps gain some additional leverage by playing off her similarity to the spouse, but he didn’t think he needed leverage—yet. He closed the woman’s profile and brought up Stella.

—-

**Chapter 20: Gretchen Gives Good…Advice**

Colin spent the rest of his day working on Stella’s profile. After his conversation with Mike, he wasn’t just perv’ing out on her, but developing a series of triggers that might help him in the long-term. Well, he was enjoying himself a little. Just before he left work, he called Gretchen asking he she’d be willing to have him over for drinks. He wanted to talk to her in private.

“Well, of course, Colin. I’m actually almost at my house right now, so I’ll be waiting with drinks when you arrive.” He logged off and told Natalie he was done with her for the day. She smiled and waved but didn’t look up from her online shopping. Lingerie, he noticed with a smirk. His conditioning was having *some* effect, even if it wasn’t always visible to him. He was a little anxious on the shuttle ride to Gretchen’s, but it was fairly quick. He cut through the yards to her back gate and knocked. A moment later, Gretchen let him in the back patio. She was still wearing her work clothes, but she handed him a beer as he walked through the gate.

“No robe?” He asked.

“It’s hot out here. I figured we’d go inside.”

“Just take off all your clothes, then.” He grinned.

“I thought you wanted to talk to me in *private*, not have me strip in *public*…”

“I do, you just distracted me, is all. Lead on.” They went inside and sat on her couch. She kicked off her heels and eased back.

“So…what’s up?”

“The project I’m working on is in need of an API programmer, and I was thinking of hiring my sister-in-law.” He said.

“Wow, you’re *really* here to talk about work. Hmph.” She frowned. “Maybe I *should* have met you naked at the gate.”

“There’s always next time, Gretchen, but seriously…I didn’t want to bring this up with anyone in my chain of command until it was a real possibility.”

“She’s good enough?” He nodded at her question. “Is she, how can I put this? Fenris material?”

“She’s a younger version of my wife, skinnier, smaller boobs, all generally compliments, though I prefer my wife, but if she were some random hire off the street, I could see her fitting in well.”

“And more importantly, do you realize what you’d be getting her involved with, what might be asked of her? I mean, I was brought up through the system as a young college grad. I didn’t know any better when they put me through the indoctrination. It’s different for the guys. They think they’re being let off a leash. They *are* being let off a leash. Women, particularly those with experience in the normal business realm, well, we’ve been over this.” She looked Colin in the eyes. “*I* can handle myself. Can *she*?”

“She, um, she would…I mean, she’d be on my team, at least at first, and I’m not looking to hire her for additional *fun* at work. We really need the help, and she’s currently living in my house.”

“Well, *that* makes it easier, at least. *Are* you trying to fuck her?” She asked.

“That’s not why I want to *hire* her.”

“I won’t comment on the fact that you really didn’t answer the question, Colin.” She smiled and took a sip of her beer, set it down, and started unbuttoning her blouse. “When you called earlier, asked me for a drink, I got wet…did I tell you that?” He raised an eyebrow. She slipped out of her blouse and unhooked her bra, tossing them both to the floor. “Just that voice of yours…”

“*Spread your legs*.” He said, and her eyes went hazy for moment. He saw her nipples harden to points, and she took sharp breath.

“Fuck, I like you in command…” She said standing up. She reached up under her skirt and pulled down a pair lacy panties. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, setting it out smoothly on the couch. “Take off your pants and sit on my skirt.” She said. “I don’t want your bare ass on my couch.”

“I thought you liked *me* in command.” He said, but he took off his pants and underwear. He was hard but not fully erect. He sat down and she straddled him in just her stockings and eased down, rubbing her sex along the length of his cock.

“Is that spread enough for you?” She was wet, and even though he understood she was teasing him, he let her continue, even though one little push would have him inside her.

“I told you last time,” he said, licking at her nipples, “I want you to *ask* me for it.” She paused for a moment, but he felt getting wet to the point that he could feel it dripping on his cock.

“Oh, fuck you, Colin…” She looked angry and frustrated, but she reached between her legs and eased his cock inside. “Fuck you, I *want* it…” She started riding him. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She hissed.

“*Are you satisfied*?” He felt her pussy clench around him, and she gasped, more wetness flowing down. “Your skirt’s going to need a cleaning.” He started thrusting up as she lowered onto him, and she was giving soft moans with each movement. “You didn’t answer me Gretchen,” he said as he felt himself nearing climax, “are you satisfied? Are you satisfied?” She arched her back, her breasts bouncing as she started grinding on him as she came.

“You motherfucker! Fuck! I can’t—fuck—believe—fuck! I can’t believe we’re doing this! Oh, fuck…fuck…fuck!” He started coming, not even warning her, though she was pulling back at the time. He came on her labia and inner thighs, and she started laughing, stroking his cock as he finished, mess and all. “God, that was good!” She slapped his chest. “Fuck you! I didn’t want to cheat!” She rested on him, and he felt his semen still warm and sticky between them. “I did though…I always fucking do.” She said, laying her head on his shoulder. “Janelle told you about me, didn’t she?” She muttered into his shirt.

“Do you want the truth?” He asked.

“I don’t care. She knows what I like…fuck. It’s her fucking *job*.” She climbed off him and stood up. They were both a mess. “You want to take a shower?”

“Just…get me a couple of tissues. I’ll shower when I get home.” To be fair, Gretchen caught the brunt of it. He was messy, but salvageable. She handed him a few tissues and took some for herself. He hadn’t even gotten anything on his shirt tails. Her skirt, on the other hand, had seen better days. “Sorry about that.” He said, looking down at the stained clothing.

“You think that’s the *first* time I had come on my work clothes? Hell, at least I’m not actually *at* work for once.” She dabbed at some come on her thigh. “You should remember *that* little anecdote if you decide to bring your sister-in-law into the fold.” She watched him get dressed, standing there naked, come-spotted, now with a long runner on the inside of one of her thigh highs. “I’d fuck you again right now, do you know that?”

“I’m not sure I—.”

“I don’t know what the fuck it is, Colin, but I feel like I want to hide you away in a drawer like my fucking vibrator. Just pull you out and use you when I feel like it.”

“This can’t be a thing.” He said.

“I *know* it can’t be a *thing*, you ass, that doesn’t mean I don’t want it—the sex. I *love* my husband. He knows what I get up to…just not the gory details…but damn, that was really fucking good.”

“Well,” Colin shrugged, “you seemed like you were in the mood. It’s not like I have mind control powers.” He laughed.

“Yeah, you wish, Mr. Humble Sex Guy.” She laughed. “You and every *other* fucking guy.”

“You *like* spreading your legs for me.” A few of the keywords were enough, and she slipped a hand between her legs.

“You *really* need to go, Colin. I don’t have the time to wait for you to get hard again!” She laughed. “Now get out of here! You can take your beer with you.” She handed it to him. “The cops don’t give a shit about public drinking. Some asshole, meanwhile, spunked all over me, so I have to go take a shower.” She got on her toes, kissing him, surprising him in the moment. He grabbed her ass, enjoying the feel of her. “It was fucking nice, though…” She smiled. “But get the fuck out.” He gave a nod, saying no more and went out through the front door, beer in hand. He walked home, finishing the beer and tossing the evidence in a trash bin before walking in the front door.

**End Part 10**

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4 comments on “The Neighborhood: Part 10 [MF][Oral][Voy][Mast][Sex][Mdom][MC][SciFi]

  1. This is so awesome l, I am reading with anticipation and apprehension this can go soooooo south for Colin

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