You're Absolutely Right
by MisterMilkshake
Copyright© 2026 by MisterMilkshake
Mind Control Sex Story: He made his trophy wife more compliant, but not just for him
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Mind Control Cheating Cuckold .
37-year-old Janett Marquez lay on the operating table, fully conscious, as a medical team attended to her. Dr. Warren Reese sliced a tumor off her motor cortex with the precision of one of the world’s most skilled brain surgeons, because that’s exactly what Warren was. He asked Janett to wiggle her foot, which she did, for the first time in months. She teared up, and thanked the doctor in Spanish, which he didn’t understand. The gallery clapped as he dropped the offending biomass into a metal tray. There was a sign asking for quiet, but the residents clapped anyway. Warren let his fellow handle the closing and stepped back from the table.
He’d just changed a life. To him it was a Tuesday.
There were maybe nine surgeons in the country who could have done what he just did, and he’d been the best of them for most of his career. Hospitals put his name on their donation letters.
At home, Warren couldn’t get laid. He had a sprawling home in a wealthy suburb and a gorgeous wife who treated looking good as a full-time job. At twenty-five, she was nearly thirty years his junior. The hot young trophy wife made him the envy of his colleagues, with her flawless skin, her surgically enhanced breasts, her thick-fit ass and thighs, Warren seemed to be living the dream. They might not have been so jealous if they knew the truth about her.
He’d imagined the hardest part of being married to Vivian would be fighting off the constant barrage of attention from other men. But she never had any interest in them, or as it turned out, any interest in Warren.
After divorcing his first wife, Warren met Vivian on the SugarMatch app. They connected immediately. The sex was wild, intense, and constant. Sometimes he worried she’d break his dick off, and she seemed like she couldn’t get enough. They were married within six months, which was about when the sex abruptly ended.
Later that night, as they lay in bed, he leaned over and kissed the side of her neck.
“I saved a woman’s life today, ya know.”
“Isn’t that your job?” she mumbled as she scrolled on her phone.
“I don’t know, some women would be a little impressed, Vivian.”
“I need you to up my credit limit. I maxed out the card again today when I was out shopping.”
“Again? Your limit is twenty-thousand!”
“It’s oppressive, Warren! It’s gone after a couple new bags, some outfits, shoes and spa treatments. Do you want me to stay looking hot or not?”
He sighed. “Fine, I’ll call them tomorrow. You do look damn hot, viv...”
He slid his hand down to her crotch.
She pushed it away and rolled over. “Not tonight. I’m tired, Warren.”
“You say that every night!”
She didn’t respond.
Warren gave a talk that weekend at a conference in San Diego. He was accustomed to young surgeons and residents swarming him afterwards to ask questions or occasionally even sign something. This time, a young woman, attractive enough that he instantly pegged her for a vendor representative, got his attention with her big smile and low-cut top. She handed him a small electronic device in a square case.
“The famous Doctor Reese, I’m Zelie with Cognova, we’d be thrilled if you could stop by our display today and see what we’re doing.”
“What is this?” He held up the small case.
“That, Doctor, is a revolutionary medical device. Well, it’s a prototype. That one is yours to check out. It’s a minimally invasive cognitive restoration module for people with neurological damage. We have a live demonstration and I think you’ll be amazed at what this little thing can do.”
He caught about a third of what she said as his eyes kept drifting to her tits.
These types of impromptu pitches weren’t uncommon for Warren. He’d almost forgotten about the device in his pocket until later that day when he walked by the Cognova booth, and saw straight down Zelie’s shirt as she bent over to help a man in a wheelchair with his blanket. He promptly turned on his heel and headed to the booth.
She stood up and greeted Warren. “Doctor Reese! I’m so glad you were able to stop by. I’d like you to meet Marvin!” She gestured toward the man in the wheelchair.
“Oh, umm, hello, Marvin. How are you today?” Warren reached out to shake his hand.
“I’m doing wonderfully, thank you for asking. It’s a privilege to be here, I appreciate everyone stopping by.”
“Marvin had a stroke three years ago, leaving him unable to speak,” Zelie said.
“Wow, that’s amazing, how’s this work?”
“The implant connects to ClosedAI’s ChatGippity to supplement neurological function. It simply needs to be placed under the dura mater, and our technology does the rest.”
She handed Warren a business card. “We’d love to work with you, Doctor.”
He nodded, slightly taken aback.
He looked at Marvin. “How does the implant feel? Does it cause side effects or discomfort?”
“Oh, I don’t actually have the implant yet. But when I do, I look forward to being able to speak again.”
Warren raised an eyebrow.
Zelie leaned down to speak close to Marvin’s face. “Marvin, you did get the implant two weeks ago, you’re speaking to us right now.”
Marvin smiled politely. “You’re absolutely right, I did get the implant, that’s how I’m speaking to you now, sorry for the confusion.”
“Well, you’ve piqued my interest.” He looked at Zelie’s card.
“Marvin, do you think you could come by my office next week so I could examine you? It’s just over in La Jolla.”
“Of course, I’d love to come visit your office in La Jolla next week!”
Zelie leaned down to Marvin again. “Marvin, we talked about this. You are here for the conference, you’re flying back to Utah next week.”
Marvin smiled politely again. “You’re right to call me out on that, I don’t live in this area, and wouldn’t be able to visit a local office next week.”
Zelie looked up at Warren. “As you can see, there are certain side effects of using ChatGippity, he can be a bit too agreeable, and prone to imagining things, but the overall quality-of-life improvement is a net positive.”
“That’s a little concerning.” Warren stroked his chin.
“We expect that to improve as they improve their AI,” Zelie continued.
He pulled the small device out of his pocket. “And this prototype, I can check it out?”
“That’s right, Doctor, that unit is yours to inspect. We’re very proud of this technology.”
“Thank you, Zelie.” He shook her hand, failing to keep his eyes off her tits. “We’ll be in touch.”
A week later Cognova took them to dinner, the kind of restaurant where the menus had no prices. Kyle was the COO. He spent the appetizers explaining why the famous Dr. Warren Reese was exactly the person they wanted to attach to their brand. A name people trusted, connections at the FDA, in exchange for consulting money that made Warren’s hospital salary look like a tip.
Sloane was younger than Vivian, but he was the lead engineer behind the product, there to answer any technical questions. He spent most of the time talking to Vivian while Warren and Kyle discussed business.
Warren and Kyle stepped out onto the back terrace for an imported cigar after nailing down some details that would make Warren a very rich man.
Sloane stayed with Vivian to continue discussing their favorite seasons of Love Island.
He waited for them to get out of earshot. “Actually, Casa Amor is the best twist they’ve ever done, but lets talk about you. How does someone get a hot little number like you?”
She smirked. “Money, it’s mostly money. But I’ve got my meal ticket, so...”
“That’s it? Just, be rich?”
“That’s usually it.”
“Don’t you get a little antsy sometimes? I’m sure he’s always busy, and at his age I bet he can’t get it up all the time. You’ve got your meal ticket, sure, but you have other needs. If you ever want to get fucked by someone who can give it to you good all night, you give me a call.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Down, boy...”
“It’s just an offer. Just keep me in mind when you want some good dick.”
“Don’t hold your breath, fuckboy.”
Vivian didn’t give Sloane a second thought. She was used to shutting down horny men. Warren and Kyle stepped back in a few minutes later to wrap up dinner, shake hands, and declare their mutual excitement about working together.
“I have a headache” had been part of Vivian’s excuse repertoire for the last two years. But Warren had started to notice a change. She seemed like she was genuinely in pain lately, and she’d started complaining about headaches even when he didn’t ask for sex.
A few weeks after the dinner with Cognova, Warren grew concerned after she’d complained three days in a row, and no amount of NSAIDs seemed to make a dent in the pain. She even canceled a shopping trip with the girls, which was basically a 911 situation for her.
Warren had her come into his office the next day for a scan. There was a small growth near the cerebellum, a few millimeters across. It had to come out.
He told her over dinner.
“I sent it over to Dr. Bradford in neurology, he confirmed. There’s a small growth back here.” He touched the back of his own head. “It’s what’s been giving you the headaches. It has to come out.”
She put her hands over her mouth and started to cry. “Oh my god!”
“I know it’s scary, but we caught it early, and I’m doing it myself. I’m not trusting your brain to anybody else. Then I’ll have you follow up with Bradford.”
“Am I going to be okay?” She had tears streaming down her face.
“You couldn’t be in better hands. People travel from all over the world to see us.”
He scheduled it for the following week.
A few nights later at his office, after reading a few white papers from Cognova, a thought got stuck in his brain that he couldn’t shake.
“Agreeable...” He stroked his chin.
He picked up the phone to call Sloane. “Doctor Reese, what can I do for you?”
“Quick question. How safe is the implant, really?”
“Trials have shown no adverse effects. The only side effects are the occasional odd behavior, sycophancy, confabulation, but that’s the AI.”
“What would it do in a healthy brain? Someone with no deficit?”
“Nothing useful. You’d get the same side effects, but no real benefit.”
“So it would make someone more agreeable?”
“And they might make things up sometimes. Why do you ask?”
“Agreeable. Got it.”
“Doctor?”
Warren hung up the phone. He held up the small device, staring intently.
The morning of the operation, he drove Vivian to the hospital and left her with the nurses while he prepared for the procedure. He requested the minimum possible staff in the operating theater. He said he wanted to take care of his wife himself.
The procedure went off without a hitch, just like he promised Vivian. She was home in only a few days. Maybe it was the drugs, but she was already in a better mood than she’d been in since they got married.
“You took such good care of me,” she said. “You always know best.” ---- Apart from the change of attitude, after a few days you’d never have known she’d just had major surgery. She even went back to the gym.
When she returned home, she showered and crawled into bed next to Warren.
He reached to pull her close to him under the covers.
“Not tonight, I have a headache.”
“What?” He looked at her, concerned. “Your headaches should be gone, Viv.”
She looked at him for a moment. “You’re absolutely right, Warren. My headaches are gone, and there’s no reason not to have sex.” And she climbed on top of him.
It was like they were dating again, when she couldn’t keep her hands off him. She rode him like her life depended on it.
He went to sleep that night smiling ear to ear.
They’d fucked every night for a week, and Warren started to feel like he finally had the life everybody thought he had.
Then he started pushing his luck.
When she was riding him one night, he told her, “Tell me you love my cock.”
“Oh god! I love your cock!”
“Yeah, you love fucking don’t you, slut?”
“I love it, I love fucking, I’m such a slut!” she shouted as she bounced up and down on his dick.
One day she was sunbathing in the back yard and he walked up and told her to remove her top so he could titty fuck her.
“Of course, Warren, I love being your slut.” She removed her top and held her tits together as she smiled at him. “Fuck these fat titties.”
He did.
One afternoon he walked up to her in the kitchen as she made a smoothie and smacked her on the ass.
“Be a good little slut and suck my fucking cock.”
She turned to him and cocked her head to the side. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I can’t help you with that. Maybe we can have a nice romantic walk in the moonlight, instead?”
“Viv. It’s two in the afternoon.”
She looked out the window. “You’re absolutely right, the moon won’t be out for hours. My mistake.” She dropped to her knees and started gagging herself on his cock. It wasn’t long before he was gripping her by the hair and skull fucking her as she moaned. He unloaded his balls down her throat as he groaned. “Thaaats it, that’s a good little slut. fuuuuck.”
The life he’d dreamed of was a reality.
Later, as they lay in bed that night after she drained his balls for the second time that day, he decided he wanted to see her dressing a little sluttier in the bedroom.
“Order yourself a couple things to wear for me,” he said, handing her his laptop.
She opened a black terminal window and started clacking away on the keyboard.
He watched, mouth agape. “What the hell are you doing?”
Her eyes stayed on the screen. “You asked me to order some sexy underwear to wear for you.”
“Why aren’t you doing that! What the hell is all this!” he gestured at the screen.
“I’m just writing a quick Python script to scrape customer reviews of different sets, cross referenced with live prices from retailers that carry my size, and of course coupon codes that still work and find the best deals,” she went on without slowing her typing speed.
“How! You needed help opening an email attachment one time!”
She held out her hand. “Credit card?”
He slowly reached for his wallet on the night stand and handed her his card.
clack clack clickety clack “There, I got three of the sexiest sets of lingerie by user rating, and I saved us $190.”
“Well,” he said. “Good job?”
She smiled and slid down to suck his dick again.
He came home from work the next day to the sounds of grunts and moaning coming from the house before he even opened the front door.
He walked in and found Vivian lying on the living room floor with her shirt rucked up over her tits and her legs wrapped around a man in an unbuttoned dress shirt. He was humping her like a wild animal. Warren stood there stunned as the man tensed up and gave her three more deep thrusts, groaning as he unloaded his balls into Warren’s wife. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, ahhhhhhh, yeah take it you nasty slut!”
“What the fuck is going on here!” Warren screamed.
The man’s head snapped to Warren. “Oh shit!”
He scrambled to stand up and grab a fistful of clothes. His wet cock was flopping side to side as he bolted for the back door, threw it open and ran across the yard with his shirt waving in the wind. Warren got three steps onto the grass and stopped.
Warren shouted, “MOTHERFUCKER!”
Vivian was still on the rug with cum leaking out of her pussy when he stepped back in.
“That was the timeshare salesman. I got us fifty percent off!”
“YOU WERE FUCKING HIM!”
“Yes. That’s how I got us fifty percent off.”
“How could you do this!”
“Well, since I wore this short skirt today, all I had to do was push my panties off to the side. His cock was already hard, so he just shoved it right into my pussy.” She sat up. “Then he fucked me really hard until he came inside me. I actually came a couple of times too, because his cock was really big, so that was a nice bonus.”
“Vivian! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?”
“He said he’d take twenty percent off if I let him fuck me, and fifty percent off if I let him shoot his hot cum right into my pussy!” She slid two fingers into her cunt and drew them out with a thick glob of cum, holding it up to Warren. “See? I got us the full fifty percent!” She smiled wide.
She reached for the glossy folder on the coffee table and handed it to Warren. “It’s two weeks a year at the lodge outside Fairbanks. We got the highest tier, it was only twenty-five thousand after the discount.”
He took the brochure and stared at it. “It says ALL NEW MEMBERS SAVE 50%!”
He dragged his hands down his face and took a deep breath.
“Vivian. That’s what every new member gets. It’s printed right fucking here! This is just what it costs.”
She looked at the brochure for a moment. “You’re absolutely right. That’s the standard discount. Not a special deal. That was a bad call.”
“So you let some stranger fuck you for a coupon that’s printed on the brochure! Vivian, why would you even buy a timeshare? In ALASKA! It’s dark four months a year, and neither of us likes the cold!”
She nodded her head to him. “Thanks for calling me out on that. It was poor judgment on my part, and you’re right to be upset. I should not have had sex with a stranger or made a large purchase without talking to you. That’s on me. It won’t happen again.”
She got up off the floor, kissed his cheek on the way past, and went to put the folder in the filing cabinet.
Warren spent the next hour and forty minutes on hold with a cancellation department while a recording thanked him for his patience every thirty seconds. ---- That night he sat her down and told her she couldn’t have sex with other men. She was a married woman.
“Of course not,” she said. “I would never do that to you, Warren.”
“You did it today.”
“You’re right, I did have sex with the big-cocked salesman today.” She nodded. “My mistake.”
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. “When I said I wanted you to be slutty, I meant for me!”
“Of course, honey. That clears things up, thank you for setting me straight. I’m only a slut for you.” She pulled off his pants and started sucking his dick without skipping a beat.
Two days later, while Warren was on clinic duty, an alert came up on his phone.
PERSON DETECTED, BACKYARD CAMERA 1.
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