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MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 45

Programming Lisa

The three of them were sitting, holding hands. Then, Andy looked at me, realized I was there, and

blushed.

"He is watching us," she whispered.

All three of them looked at me with sheepish expressions. I grinned at them and rose to go outside

to retrieve the liter bottle of chemical and the measuring cup. When I returned, I poured fifty

cubic centimeters into the cup and set it down.

"Andy and Mary, go outside and wait. I will call you when I am ready."

After they left, I motioned Lisa to come to me. She crawled sexily, stopping to kneel in front of

me. Then, she shivered as if someone had put ice on her neck. Goose bumps broke out on her

arms.

"Are you going to do it now?" she asked, her tone apprehensive.

"Yes. Do you have any requests?"

"Oh, Davy, I am afraid. I have changed my mind. I don't want to be programmed. Just let me be

a slave. Please!"

"Lisa, I won't hurt you, but, I am going to program you."

Lisa jumped up and backed away, looking terribly frightened. Tears ran down her cheeks as wrung

her hands. I realized then only rarely would someone easily surrender such deep control of

themselves. I called Mary and Andy back into the hut. When I picked up the rope the Hermit had

rolled by the door, Lisa began to resist. She was a handful but three of us overpowered her.

When we finished, Lisa was bound with her ankles and knees tied together, her arms tied behind

her at wrists and elbows. She was in a kneeling position. I pulled her hair, bringing her head down

until it touched the floor. Andy lay across her, pinning her to the floor. Mary held her hair, keeping

her head back.

"I love you, Lisa. I am not going to hurt you. I am going to program you to be my kitten," I said.

I was trying to ease her anxiety but it helped little, if at all. On my instruction, Mary used thumb

and forefinger to seal Lisa's nose. When Lisa opened her mouth to breathe, I grabbed her chin and

held her mouth open as I poured the chemical down her. She choked and gasped as she was

forced to swallow the formula.

Her body went limp and her eyes glazed over in that trance look I had seen so many times with

Mary and Andy. I was ready to program.

Have you decided what your programming of Lisa would be? I had and this is how I did it.

"Lisa, I am Davy, your man and your master. You will belong to me, be my devoted kitten, as I

call my slaves. You will love me with all your heart and mind, as you hoped in your wildest

dreams you would some day love a man. You will be loyal, devoted and caring, wishing only the

best for me. You want to see me happy.

You know I love you. You have no doubt as to my love or caring for you. My love for you is what

you can always rely on.

You will never reveal your programming or your status as my kitten to anyone, but you will be

aware of it. Being programmed will be natural to you. You will understand its benefits and

welcome it. You will protect and preserve the status and integrity of our relationship.

I can alter your programming at any time by giving you the command 'Kitten Lisa. Programming

adjustment.' Programming will be complete both this time and in the future when I say, 'Kitten

Lisa. Programming terminated.' You will then follow your new commands. No other person may

change your programming.

Any time you wish something, you may come to me and seek it. Even if it is buried in your

subconscious, you can relate it to me. This and all such changes are always done in private.

You enjoy being owned, being a kitten. You enjoy sex with me and with anyone else, male or

female, I order you to be with. You take pride in your body and your sexual skills.

You will continue to enjoy your humiliation at being made to perform wild sexual acts. You will

remember this enjoyment, this humiliation. Each time you are humiliated makes you want it more.

However, it is always under your control unless I release it.

Usually you will act normally. By that, I mean as you acted unprogrammed. This is called your

normal mode. In addition, you have two other modes. One is the classy mode, in which you are a

classy, but not haughty, lady. The last is the slut mode. I activate the classy mode by saying,

'Kitten Lisa, classy mode.' I activate the slut mode by saying, 'Kitten Lisa, slut mode.' Or I activate

the slut mode by calling you a slut. In the slut mode, you will be a wild, slutty, wanton woman,

which humiliates you further but makes you want to be even sluttier.

When I say, 'Kitten Lisa, slut mode terminated' or 'Kitten Lisa, classy mode terminated', you will

return to the normal mode. I can also terminate either mode by saying 'act normal' which tells you

to return to the normal mode.

You are a loving, kind, caring woman who enjoys life, works hard to keep herself in physical,

mental and emotional condition, is very happy to be my kitten, and, above all, loves, trusts, and

wishes to please me.

Kitten Lisa, programming terminated."

Lisa's eyes began to flutter and she groaned slightly. Andy and Mary removed the ropes which

bound her. I helped her to her feet. She collapsed against me so I carried her to the Hermit's bed

and laid her down.

I know you can see why I programmed her that way. I would not want all my kittens to be the

same. Not only was Lisa different from Mary and Andy physically, she acted differently, too. I

liked her submissive, slutty nature and wished to preserve and enhance it.

Mary, Andy and I went outside. The desert at night is always cool. I got a few goose bumps from

the temperature before I adjusted to it. It was a beautiful night, with stars in the sky and a bright

moon overhead.

"Well done, Davy," Mary said. "You can change her as you need to. Well, you have three of us

now. And, all the others Bert programmed."

"I never did understand why Uncle Bert programmed all those kittens with such limited

capabilities," I said.

"I know," Mary replied. "If they were only for him, he would have to keep them all satisfied. No

one man could please 3,000 women."

"I plan to operate differently than Uncle Bert."

"How, sweetheart?" Andy asked.

"Rather than have 3,000 women whom I only fuck once a lifetime, I plan to have ten to twenty

who live with me full time and are always there for me."

"Like having multiple wives?" Mary asked.

"Yes. That is a good analogy. A better analogy would be like having a harem."

"Oh. Do I get to wear those sexy harem clothes?" Andy teased, rubbing up against me.

"If you are good."

"Good? I am always great," she growled, nibbling at my lip.

"So, ten to twenty of us. And, now, you have only three. Can you handle that many?" Mary said.

When I gave her a questioning look, she blushed and murmured, "I did not mean to challenge your

manhood, but we kittens like to be fucked regularly. Look at Lisa and how much she enjoyed the

gangbang. Or me, when you swapped me to the sorority so you could reach the goals Bert set for

you. I am sorry. Is my apology accepted?"

"Apology not necessary," I replied.

I did not feel threatened. Mary had raised a legitimate question. If I had twenty and fucked, say,

three a day, that would mean each kitten would only get laid once a week. I could program them to

find that perfectly acceptable, but did I want to?

I guess if I was really into the control issue, there would be no decision. The kittens would have to

be pleased with me alone. But, I liked these women. I wanted them to enjoy themselves. I

decided to rethink my plan for the future.

"I don't care how many you have as long as I am always number one," Andy said, wrapping her

arms around me. This really pleased me. As you remember, Andy was still in the mode of

knowing all the details and ramifications of her programming, so this came from her and not her

programming.

"How about me?" Mary asked her daughter.

"You are number one after me, Mom," Andy replied with a giggle.

"What are you going to do with the 3,000?"

"I don't even know who they are. If I ever find out, I will see if I want to enjoy any of them. If I

really like them, I might make them a harem kitten."

"What about Cathy?" Mary asked and "What other changes will you make?" Andy asked,

simultaneously.

"You will see. Now, let's check on Lisa."

As we turned to go into the adobe hut, we heard the roar of the Harley coming toward us. The

bright headlight pierced the darkness as the Hermit rode into sight. We waited for him.

"How was Gladys?" I asked, after he had garaged his bike in the cave and returned to us.

"Fabulous. But, now I need to get some sleep."

"We are going to hit the road, Hermit. Thanks for everything," I said, shaking his hand. Uncle

Bert was truly lucky to have such a devoted friend.

"Vaya con dias, Davy."

After saying our fond farewells, I told my kittens to dress, loaded up and headed out. I drove with

Andy next to me. She had the seat back and was fast asleep. Mary and Lisa were in the back

asleep at we slowly bumped our way back toward civilization. When I had driven in, I had made

sure I remembered every turn and bump so I could get out. It was a slow drive. The bright moon

and stars guided us through the cool desert night. We made it just fine.

Daylight found us speeding north on I-25 toward home. I stopped at a diner, fed us all a big

breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and milk, and pumped Mary full of coffee. When we hit

the road again, Andy and I were in back, Mary was driving and Lisa riding in the front beside her.

Andy was sitting with her back to the door, so she faced me. Her right leg was extended as she

rubbed her toes against my leg. Her left leg was on the seat, knee bent. With her short skirt and no

panties, she was flashing her bare pussy at me. She would watch me out of the corner of her eye,

making sure I saw her. Then, she would move to push her skirt between her legs and hide herself.

When I looked away, she would move again, so I could see her pussy. Teasing little bitch, isn't

she? Isn't it nice?

I took her hands in mine.

"I am sorry I was mean to you. You did not deserve it. Will you forgive me?"

"I told you I forgave you. And, I meant it."

"Come to me."

She crawled into my lap. I tilted her head back and kissed her, feeling her weight and warmth. I

also felt my cock stirring in my trousers. So did she.

"How about a quickie?" she murmured.

She giggled as her hands were busy stroking and tantalizing me. Her expression had that eager and

happy look I so loved, but, I loved all her looks.

"Someone might see us."

"Who cares?" she whispered, kissing me hard, her tongue down my throat. She started to

unbutton my shirt.

"Oh, just a minute," she said. She started rummaging through her purse, retrieving a small

package of pills.

"What are those?" I asked.

"My birth control pills. I forgot to take one this morning."

"Let me have them."

She handed them to me. I rolled down the window and threw them out. Quickly crawling over

me, she stuck her head out the window and watched them sail away. She sat back, staring at me.

How I wished I could have had a video of all the expressions which crossed her face. At first, she

was stunned and uncomprehending. Then, knowledge of what happened. Disbelief. Fear, as if she

were afraid she did not know why I had done it. Love and warmth. Tears forming in her eyes.

"Davy, if we have sex, I will get pregnant. I will be carrying your child. I will have your child,

Davy."

"Yes. That is the reason I threw them away. I want you pregnant. I want you to have my child."

Women are mysterious creatures. She curled up in my arms and began to cry.

To be continued . . .

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