The Academy came into proper existence a few months later. My wife, Dana, did most of the heavy lifting - with some help from my Master PC program, of course.
At the ribbon cutting ceremony, I was seated on the stage next to her as a number of the new professors and so forth gave droning speeches. I let my mind wander, wondering (not for the first time) if I had done too much to Dana, if her feelings were real, if maybe this was an elaborate long con of hers in some way.
We had met by total chance - I'd just stuck my head out the window and she had been the most attractive woman in sight. I had just finished my work on the Master PC program and needed a test subject, so I had made her think she was coming to seduce me, desperate to prove she could be as dirty as anyone. Not long later, she was play-begging me to stop as I fucked her ass, her then-boyfriend watching on a small handheld mirror.
But I hadn't used the Master PC on her repeatedly. I had made sure she couldn't tell others about the program or betray me, but I hadn't changed her sexual appetites. Even with the Master PC program, I still liked some amount of the unknown, some surprise, something like the thrill of the hunt. Melting a woman's mind and making her into a brain-dead cumslut was easier, perhaps, but not nearly as satisfying.
That was just over five years ago, when we were both in our early twenties. Today we were married, and closer to thirty.
Around a year ago, I had told the program to undo all changes on Dana, just in case I had forgotten something and it was still in there, modifying her. It had been a long night, but when I woke up, she was still there. She was awake and sitting on a chair, watching me sleep with an unusual look on her face, but she was there. That was when she had told me about her idea for The Academy.
I felt a gentle nudge to my ribs, and glanced over to see a similar look on her face, now. Like she was studying me.
"You're almost up," she whispered. "She's wrapping up."
I brought myself back to earth and glanced over my notes again. I stood up and walked to the podium, where I looked down at the gathered crowd. There were about 200 students in our inaugural class, all women ranging from 18 year olds fresh out of high school to 35 year old grad students. Their families were also present, and the new teaching staff.
Unsurprisingly, it appeared everyone was gorgeous. Dana's doing, no doubt. I locked eyes with a woman in the front row and was stunned silent. She was maybe twenty or so. Her jawline looked like it could cut marble. She wore a white collared shirt, stretched tight over her large bust. She was wearing a short skirt, on the borderline of being a miniskirt, that had ridden high up her athletic thighs.
She smiled, noticing me staring, and slowly spread her legs a little, causing her skirt to slide higher up her legs. She licked her lips.
I tore my attention away but made a note to myself to look her up when I had a chance.
"Ladies and gentlemen ... welcome to The Academy!"
* * * * *
After the ribbon cutting ceremony, Dana and I walked the empty halls, taking it in before classes began on Monday.
She was wearing a nice gray suit, with a lilac shirt.
"What was that, earlier?" she asked. "Seemed like you were hit by a thunderbolt. What are you-"
She turned, noticed I had stopped walking and was staring at her from behind.
"I'm sorry babe. I was just admiring the way your ass looked in those pants."
She chuckled and bent over slightly, letting me have a good look. I mock-ran the two steps to catch up with her, hands outstretched, and began fondling both her tight ass cheeks.
"Mmm ... you're not getting off that easy, mister. Answer the question."
"I saw a real stunner - even by the standards of this place you've put together," I said.
Dana stood up and put her hand in mine as she continued walking the empty halls. Her heels echoed with every step.
"Should I be worried?"
"What? No, Dana, I would never-"
"Teasing!" she giggled. "And yes you would!"
"Well, ok, but only because you're ok with it. If you weren't, I promise, I wouldn't."
Pulled a key ring from her pocket and unlocked the central office.
"I know, baby. And that's why I'm ok with you having other women. I know you're mine."
The office was lavishly furnished. A thick carpet, fancy paintings on the walls, and a large desk sat facing the door. There was another door just past the desk, with several chairs sitting against the wall, just outside the second door.
Dana gestured at the desk. "This will be for your secretary, of course, and those chairs for anyone waiting to see you. Your office is through there."
The inner office had hardwood floors, and another large desk facing the door. The walls were covered in as-yet empty bookshelves. Two large comfy chairs faced the desk, and a couch ran along one wall.
"Dana ... I have to ask - what brought all this on? Why are you doing this?"
She gently pulled me toward the large, comfortable chair at the desk and slowly slithered to her knees and put herself in the space under the desk.
"Scooch back a little - I have to make sure the size is right."
