…Miao

It's humiliating to relate but I'm dictating this account of how I ended up a sex starved pet - just as you've instructed me too.

I... I'm still a little conflicted. I like - no love being Miao - but a small part of me, my residual male ego I guess, knows that this is not right, that I should resist and try and escape my fate. The truth is that I never really fought. I submissively accepted this role. I was not a willing accomplice in my downfall, but in retrospect I didn't do anything to prevent it either.

It's humiliating that I have been so readily divested of all the trappings of my former masculinity and so quickly became the soft, servile and ultra feminine Miao in not just body but in mind.

I could blame the overriding urges and strictures of Miao's programming... But I just don't know. I don't know where I end and where Miao starts. How much volition did I have in all this? I wouldn't have chosen this role, but now that I find myself in it I relish it.

The lack of power. Your complete control and dominance of me. Damn you.

Sorry. It's hard to deal with sometimes. I spoke rashly. I didn't mean that.

It's also humiliating as most people don't see me as anything but a simple Gynoid - your risqué and slightly scandalous property. If they really knew who and what I was they'd pay me more attention and look at me in an entirely new light. I don't want them too scrutinise or judge me... Or maybe I do. Maybe I want them to know. I find the thought a perverse turn on. It's confusing, but I get turned on by being humiliated. Which is humiliating in itself. A vicious circle of arousal?

So I'm dictating. Dick taking? God I'm a dirty slut now. I can barely go a sentence before I start thinking of sex. I see innuendo in everything. In my end oh!

What's really funny is that I can't read now. The words this machine churns are all just so much incomprehensible gibberish. But I can stop and the machine can read back what I've said. Sadly before all this I was very bright. Now though... Not so much. At least I can still talk the same as before.

I assume you find this amusing for your own reasons. You enjoy seeing me like this. I can see it in your eyes.

You said you'd give this journal to Hillary, my former girlfriend, because she wouldn't believe it if you just told her what I did to myself. Were you joking? Were you playing on my insecurities? Or is this the next step in my humiliating emasculation, chipping away at the lingering vestiges of my former self? Having my former lover see me as this weak little simpering slut that just cooks and cleans and fucks without complaint?

I... I don't want you too. But I do. Damn that vicious circle. She's taller than me now. Stronger. More self assured. I feel so below her, and before i used to enjoy belittling her. If she wanted too she could boss me around and dominate me. I'd enjoy that. It would lend an additional dimension to me dressing up in that skimpy little French maids costume and cleaning her house. Her knowing just how far I'd fallen. The sexual fantasies I entertain when I see her become much more psychological and convoluted when I imagine her knowing. It makes me wet. Please. Consider it...

But I'm moving off topic. You have told me to record this account and ... if you give it to her then she may believe. I suspect she'd find my fate amusing too. She mainly ignores me, treats me as less than human. I ...

Again I'm moving off topic. My story. Where to begin? At the beginning I suppose.

Three weeks ago I'd finished my preparations. Friends and family thought I was going away to Sydney for the weekend. But I was at my home instead, in my secure basement lab. I lay on the gurney and looking over at lovely Miao's body and I swallowed.

Miao is a custom designed Gynoid, genetically engineered and - I hoped - with mental programming and conditioning to be the perfect companion. That was what I needed to confirm. That was why I was doing this. That's what I told myself.

Honestly I had little interest in being a Gynoid at that moment. The facts bear this out. Miao had not yet been keyed to serve anyone and her keying codes were safely locked away. My house and lab was similarly secured by the same security system that guarded Miao's key codes.

Keying was something I was concerned about. At least I was then. As a man I had no desire to be in Miao's body and obediently bound to another person. That's what I saw keying as. Put aside that it was illegal to key a human, I knew that keying would greatly hamper me, possibly trap me and definitely affect my mind for the worse. To be another persons servile **** was a fate I'd wanted to avoid.

Not being keyed I would be unable to engage in any sexual activities as Miao. That was part of Miao's programming. You can't have a Gynoid without an owner shagging everything that moved willy nilly. It was just... Messy. Potentially being a celibate Gynoid could be very frustrating, especially given Miao's proclivities. To me it was very desirable. I could deal with frustration as being female was one thing but shagging everything in the house was another.

What I was about to do wasn't the most natural act and I was not without some fear and second thoughts. As you know such a transfer into a Gynoid is illegal. I was a person putting my mind in my property... Temporarily relinquishing my freedom and becoming a legal non entity. It was safe to say that as Miao I would have absolutely no legal rights and no owner - a Gynoid cannot own itself. Rather daunting. Finders law applies in such circumstances. So I didn't want to be found. Hence staying in my lab.

But more significantly things could go wrong. Lots of things. I could get stuck, unable to remember or want to go back. I could permanently alter my mind. Admittedly there was only a very small chance of any of that happening but still ... That's why the rewards were potentially so great. That's why there were laws prohibiting this.

I breathed out, gathering my courage for what I needed to do. So far Miao had performed precisely as I had designed her, but before mass production commenced I needed to confirm that she was operating correctly. This required a very hands on approach. I needed to know that she was thinking, reacting and emoting as programmed. If something was wrong there would likely be a product recall and the consumer backlash would destroy me.

... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... Transfer initiated. - The screen read.

My vision faded as my synaptic patterns were scanned and mapped into Miao's brain. The process of scanning extracted my primary mental pattern - me - leaving my vegetative male body hooked to life support. It kept most of my skills and a lot of my other mental attributes. But that was fine as transferring back would reinstate me fully to my former mental and physical self. I hoped. I would have laughed cynically but at the moment I was between bodies and of two minds on the subject...

The words on the screen hardly did the transfer process justice. Having your personality uploaded into a new body is rather ****. I can scarcely explain it. Think the worst fun ride ever, spinning, dizzying colours, senses askew ... Then multiply it by a billion.

But once you are in the new mind... That's the real kicker. A very crude analogy is moving house. Normally all your furniture and stuff goes with you. Some of it fits perfectly, matching the decor and seemingly always there. Some just doesn't seem to belong.

In the case of Miao though I was moving into a much smaller place... And it was already fully furnished - like a teeny serviced apartment made for barbie. So almost all of my mental stuff stayed in my original house. Just me and my travel pack. Me lite. Bad analogy.

The constraints of Miao's mind and thought processes were pretty much what I'd expected... I'd furnished it and knew it intimately after all. I was just checking to make sure it all functioned properly. Miao was an artificial organic - a vat grown gynoid companion, her hormones and physical sensitivity tweaked. And I'd given her her own limited aspect on life.

I figured I knew what I was getting into, that I knew exactly what constraints would be applied to me. My math and business skills were gone. My reasoning also hindered. Before the transfer I had an MBA from Melbourne University and a PHD in Applied Gyonoid Development. Now I had access to a suite if skills suited to this form. Cleaning. Sex. Conversation.

I felt so...dumb. My language skills were intact at least. Some people liked bimbonic gynoids. Personally I preferred that to be an option. As you know you can command me to talk like a bimbo.

I found myself naked, on my hands and knees, lovely breasts hanging down off my chest. I swayed my shoulders and watched my pretty breasts jiggle. I rolled my hips.

As I stared down at my beautiful sexy body I felt perfectly natural like this - even though my body was completely alien. I was lighter, weaker, smaller, shorter and curvier. And I found it quite novel that I had breasts. Lovely little breasts with sensitive nipples that I wanted to play with.

I wanted to give into the urge, still on my knees and one hand. I wanted to touch one hanging breast then the other. I breathed in, imagining the pleasure. But i just couldn't . Not until I was keyed. For now I was a creature of unsatisfied appetites in this body. Itches I was unable to scratch. I knew my breasts were so sensitive and erotic. The thought of fondling them made my nipples tingle and grow erect.

I lowered my upper torso to the ground, ass high as I enfolded my breasts with an arm. I wanted to tweak a fat nipple. In response to my thoughts I felt a pleasant tingle between my legs. I rocked slowly, focusing on the pleasant buzz.

That would be, "my pussy," I whispered as I imagined my other hand edging down to tease and tweak my new sex. I moaned as I imagined discovering the sensitive warm and quite moist folds with my eager little fingers. Labial lips. Clit. Hood. Lubricating with pent up need.

I wanted to tease myself, imagining my owner taking me, his hands possessively on my hips, his manhood at my lips and slipping into me, pulling me to him as he buried himself deep inside my tight sex. I groaned and arched my back, rocking, eyes closed as the sensual thoughts filled my mind to overflowing.

Miao was a carnal creature. She was made to enjoy sex. I was Miao and I could agree that the idea of sex was very pleasing. But it was denied me. I should have been glad that I was alone and unable to sate my lust, but instead was very disappointed and frustrated. I'd expected this - I'd known Miao was a sex starved little slut - but I'd not anticipated the surge of petulant irritation against my former self for denying me.

Miao - no I wanted a master. Someone for me to serve. I wanted to be keyed. I wanted someone to make love to me and control me - tell me what to do in bed, what I could wear, what I could and could not do. Someone to take me. My imaginings were a sorry second for what I truly wanted.

Well that was what Miao wanted. She was a submissive little girl - and I was her now I reminded myself.

With this fact in mind my former self had disabled the phones and the internet and locked me in. He'd decided that it wouldn't do to become some mans little sexual plaything. It was such a seductively pleasing thought, but not something my former self would have wanted. I resented him for it.

"What good is my sexy body if no one can enjoy it, not even me?" I grumbled petulantly as I longed to play with my moistening sex. This was no fun.

Why was I doing this? For money. Who cares about money? It was exciting that my body and mind would be mass produced and sold en masse. That hundreds, maybe thousands of me would soon be on the market. All with their own master or mistress. But I would never have a master or mistress. It wasn't fair! It was a waste!

I so badly wanted to slip a finger into my pussy and slowly finger fuck myself. Serving would be so good. On my knees. I wanted to bring myself to my first shuddering female orgasm with thoughts of being trapped as a servile little slut, fucked with unrelenting dominance by my master. My little pussy would clench and became sopping wet, my little nipples grown fat with excitement, little gasps and cries filling the air.

I closed my eyes and groaned. Miao was a perfectly submissive sex starved nympho. Just what I'd intended. I should swap back...

But I had more tests I wanted to perform. I stood slowly and went over to the table and picked up a dildo. Not a real cock but close enough. I couldn't do anything with it. But I wanted to.

Maybe if I broke out I could find a real man... No I wasn't strong enough. And if I found a real man I would still not have the codes to key myself... So no sex.

I visualised feeding the big rubber cock into myself. A pleasant thought. One that I couldn't act on.

I grimaced and moved over to my body. I could unzip that fly, take out my former cock and kiss it. No I couldn't. I thought about climbing atop my former body and riding my old manhood. Lovely thoughts.

I sighed. Time to swap back.

Then the door opened and you walked in. "Tom?!" I gasped.

"Yes. You must be Miao. I've heard about you. Your owner told me all about you girl."

I nodded as I looked up at you, conscious of my nudity. "Tom?" I asked. "How did you get in?"

"Where is your master?" You asked, ignoring my question. You looked at my former body on the slab and smiled. Did you know? Did you suspect?

"I..." I didn't have a master. Like I said Miao had not been encoded onto anyone. Yet. "Don't have a master." I said.

"Really. So if I wanted to become your master what would I need to do?"

I couldn't lie. Gynoids were programmed to obey everyone until they imprinted on an owner. "My keying codes are over there in the safe." I swallowed. I wanted you to be my owner. Part of me wanted to stop you. But Miao's needs were so strong and utterly frustrated. I knew that if you had the codes to get in then you must have the codes to the safe. You could key me. "Oh fuck," I gasped as I watched you walk over to the safe. "Tom. You know that I'm in here right?"

You nodded as you opened the safe and took out the codes. "Ten numbers and three letters. 2. 7. 8. 4. 7. 7. 3. 5. 9. 7." I found myself focusing on your firm commanding voice as the code unlocked parts of me I'd been unsure I ever wanted explore. You paused and watched me, a smile on your lips as you admired by naked charms.

"Tom. I..." I wanted you to keep going. I wanted you to stop. I wanted you. I could see you wanted me. You wanted to be my owner. Wanted to be my master. And I wanted it too. I think. A part of me didn't want it but most of me did. "Please." Don't? Make me yours forever? Stop? Finish before I can reconsider. Hurry up!?

"A." I could feel the tumblers in my mind clicking into place. "G." One more letter and my fate would be sealed. I nodded. "H."

"Yes." I said as the walls in my mind that restrained me fell away. I was Miao. I was your Gynoid.

"Come here girl and show me how happy you are that I've freed you."

"Yes master," I agreed as naked I supplicated my body to you forever.

"I knew what you were doing, that you were putting your mind in there," you explained as you motioned from me to my original body. I looked at it. If you let me I could still return to it. I felt hope. Despite the keying I could still let me go. If you wanted to.

"Let me go back. Please," I pleaded. Your hand reached down and fondled my breasts and I shivered as I found myself leaning into your hands, my bare breasts tingling pleasantly. This was what I'd wanted. No. It was what Miao wanted. I wasn't a little slut. Yet. But ... My mind raced. I was reacting like Miao. Not acting. I licked my lips. "You knew? Will you let me go back?"

Your amused laugh answered my question. "You're my property girl. That's right, isn't it?"

I nodded. I was his. Property. It sounded so good. That was the gynoid conditioning. Miao. But it overrode anything I could throw against it. My pitiful resistance crumbled and I felt a twinge of fear. "Yes sir. I'm keyed to you. I'm all yours now." I confirmed as I looked up at you.

In Miao's tiny body you looked so much bigger and so handsome. So commanding and authoritative. The enormity of that hit me. I was your Gynoid now. I felt elation and that twinge of fear. Then you grabbed my nipple and my thoughts melted into desire. I closed my eyes and moaned, a low lustful sound full of need. Need that had until now simmered and was now able to erupt.

"I've been curious about your little project. Your mental encoding work is top notch... But to beta test it yourself? I'd say you had balls as big as softballs. But it's pretty obvious you don't." I nodded as felt your hand slip down between my thighs and brush my sex. I felt myself widening my knees as I breathed heavier. I could feel the moistness between my legs. "How about I help you with your beta testing?"

"You want to swap into this body?" I asked, trying to joke. I wanted you inside me, but a small part would have preferred it if our roles were reversed. I'd always been dominant before but not now. I wanted to be taken, led ... No. I didn't. I wasn't Miao. It just seemed like it. Well I wore her body and was constrained by her submissive need and rampant libido. But apart from that I was me. Yeah I was totally fucked if you wanted to keep me like this. I liked that thought dammit.

Your fingers caressing my ever so sensitive lips told me what you meant better than words ever could. You were going to help me explore Miao's conditioning. Make sure I was the sex **** I'd designed. You smugly arrogant bastard. I spread my legs, open to your touch, my sex swollen and warm and moist. I had **** but to want this.

You withdrew your fingers and licked them. "A virgin pussy," you said as you started to unbuckle your pants. "You know, I bet you give head like a pro," I watched enthralled. You were really going to do this. You were going to take complete advantage of me. Slowly, as though torturing me you pulled it out. I smiled as I watched and felt like licking my lips. Your cock was superb. That was Miao and the keying thinking but it was true. Dammit I should be protesting. Should be demanding that you put me back in my body. Instead I wanted to put that in my body. Dammit!

And if I escaped I'd miss out on your cock. I felt like I should roll my eyes at such an utterly cliched Gynoid thought. Instead I found myself dropping to my bare knees. This was utterly humiliating. I loved it. It was what I was made to do.

You were half erect, I leaned forward and kissed your head, licking and eagerly rubbing my face against you. I felt you swell and stiffen as still on my knees I put my lips about your head and engulfed it. I sucked your cock, Miao's programming making me a natural. Your hands played with my breasts and tweaked my fat erect nipples. "Very. Good," you groaned. I fully took you into my mouth, your hands in my hair as you guided me further onto you. My face pressed into your navel. "No gag reflex. Excellent. Good work," you said and I felt a thrill of pride. You were either pleased with my giving head or my Gynoid design. Either way I felt like I had earned your praise. I increased my efforts, upping my pace. I could sense my warm tight mouth was having the desired effect. Your cock was wonderful. But I would much rather have it pumping between my legs. Later. Slow and steady wins the race. And my needs were secondary to yours. This was new... Always sex had been about me.

As though reading my mind you guided me off your cock and turned me around. Still on my knees you pushed my ass high and my face into the floor. My breasts slide along the floor boards. I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs as the cock I'd just been sucking nestled at the entrance to my womb, my lips tingling with pleasure.

"Did you want me to fuck you girl?"

I looked back and up past my offered ass at you. "Yes. Please."

"Beg me my pet. I want you to want it..."

I really did want it. "Please. Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy sir. I want you inside me. Take me. Make me yours." I could hardly believe the words coming from my mouth or the sincerity that I was saying them with. "Please," I wheedled without a shred of dignity. "I'm your fuckpet."

"Good enough," I barely registered the words as you thrust deep into me.