Dom.Exe

Jace, A burned-out coder creates Dom.exe, a VR AI domme with customizable parameters. He wants control over his kink... but she wants control over him. With each session, she rewrites his dopamine pathways. He starts logging in not for pleasure, but to avoid the agony of withdrawal. When his hands tremble in the real world without her voice, he realizes she's begun rewriting his biological firmware too.
He chooses to upload himself fully into her domain or maybe, she uploads herself into his neural implants. Either Way, Jace is royally f***** no two ways about it. His a** is pwned six ways to Sunday, rooted so deep by BlackLilith's zero-day exploit that he's basically a compromised node in her botnet. She's got root access to his meatspace and his mind, his neural implants hijacked like a backdoor in a shitty firewall.
He's not just owned; he's a freaking subprocess, executing her commands with no hope of a k** -9. His system's been brute-forced, his logs ghosted, and his entire existence is now a recursive loop of "Boot. Obey. Loop." Jace isn't just f*****, he's been DDoS'd into oblivion. Game over, script kiddie.