A performance review.

I rode that wave of pleasure for as long as I could, trembling and quaking in my restraints. To be so aware of my body again was painful, but it was worth it. I couldn't remember the last time I so deeply enjoyed an orgasm. Armed with the understanding that Mr Jacobs, my master, had put me in my position and had **** me to endure that treatment made it easy for me to enjoy it.

As the bliss faded and only the aches of my body's strict position remained, I shifted uncomfortably. I wanted to flee back inside my head, to go to my far away place of detachment, but I couldn't find it. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait very long before the box was lifted off of my head.

The light hit my eyes like a flame and I cried out as I shut them tightly. I couldn't move my hands to shield myself as the light became manageable and I could start to see my surroundings. Even as I struggled to adjust to the lighting, the vibrators in my pussy and ass were switched off and removed from me, leaving me feel numb and empty.

"Aww, look, she's been crying." The familiar female voice turned out to be Ruby. She had removed the box from my head, and presumably the toys as well. She was grinning down at me the way she always did. Mr. Jacobs was still on the other side of the room, making his way over to me. Ruby leaned over to whisper before he arrived. "We watched you come, slut. You made a real mess."

I frowned. Or tried to, with the large rubber gag in my mouth. Had I done something wrong already? No, I was sure my orgasm had been innocent. It wasn't my choice; it was **** into me. Besides, no one had told me not to. She wasn't going to spoil that memory for me.

Ruby laughed and carted the box away as Mr. Jacobs arrived, placing himself where I could see him. He crouched down so our eyes could meet. "Well, let's have a look. Are you ready to come out of there? Have you learned anything?"

I nodded, trying to look contrite and submissive. My body hurts so much, I would have agreed to anything to be free of my strange little cage. He reached behind my head and released the gag, letting me spit it out into his hand.

My jaw ached, but it was welcome relief to be able to work my jaw, closing it properly. Apparently I had drooled a fair bit while in the box. I hadn't even noticed until Ruby came back with a little cloth to dry my chin, neck, and chest. She made me feel like a child, but I appreciated the help. My focus was on Mr. Jacobs.

He petted my head. "Tell me why I should let you out. What value do you bring to the company?"

I met his eyes and felt the full weight of his authority over me. He could toss me into the dumpster like garbage and no one would flinch. He could sell me, or maybe **** me. He could certainly **** me and beat me. All of this was well within his rights. I still didn't fully understand what repurposing meant, but I knew I didn't want to fail my orientation.

"Mister Jacobs, master, please... I have learned my proper place as a woman. I don't want to fight it, I don't want to run. I want to serve. Please, let me prove myself. I'll do whatever you want." I meant every word. I didn't know exactly what I would be doing to prove myself, but I knew I was willing to try.

Mr. Jacobs seemed pleased, which lifted my spirits. "Very well."

Ruby assisted him as they removed me from the restraints and helped me to the floor. Except for the ring around my hips. That part was simply removed from the frame and lifted away still locked around my body.

I was placed on hands and knees, which hurt, but the angle was different enough that I could bear it. A confusing cocktail of emotions swirled within me. I felt relief that I was free of the bondage, but apprehension at whatever came next. Dread that I might fail and be repurposed. Nervous excitement that I might be able to prove I would be a good ****.

A ****.

There was that word again. I didn't any away from it anymore. I actually wanted the title. It seemed right for me. I felt silly for ever having thought myself anything but a simple **** for pleasure. But all that was behind me now. Now I could let go of everything and finally be my true self.

Mr. Jacobs tilted my head up to look at him. His eyes were beautiful, I hadn't ever noticed before. Piercing and intelligent. I'd always just seen him as a little creepy, but there was so much more to him. I felt he was staring into my very soul, weighing me. He must have seen something he liked, because he smiled and patted my cheek.

"Danielle, I always saw you as the girl who thought herself better than everyone. A bitch. An ice queen."

I frowned slightly, remembering myself with shame. "I-I only ever wanted to be good. It's so confusing sometimes... So many conflicting ideals." I shook my head slightly, my messy hair bouncing a bit. "But I know how to be good now. I won't be a bitch anymore. I promise."

"Explain. You know how to be good now." His expression told me that it was an important question and I instinctively wanted to lie or hide the truth because it feels embarrassing. But I reminded myself that a **** has no right to protect herself from shame. My master wanted the truth, he would get it.

"Nothing matters anymore except what you want for me. You're my master, and I'm just a ****. I want to be a good ****. I will obey you and do my best to serve you. That will make me a good girl." My cheeks burned, but I **** myself to get it all out.

Mr. Jacobs nodded thoughtfully, but I couldn't tell if he was pleased or displeased. Not knowing put a pit in my stomach, but all I could do was my best.

He pulled a small pill bottle from his pocket and produced a single capsule. Holding it up for me to see, he said, "This **** will cause you incredible pain. It won't kill you, but it will make you wish you were dead. That's all it does." He placed it on the floor, and then said, "I want you to swallow it."

I felt his and Ruby's eyes on me like heavy weights. This was an important moment, but I desperately wanted to avoid further pain.