Continue changing her

Both Milo and Helga returned to the car that they used to get to Mr. Whitmore's residence. On the way to the port Milo ordered her to sit on his lap whilst facing him and would then continuously kneaded Helga's breasts. He grabbed each of her bountiful flesh, teasing her nipples from time to time before grabbing them aggressively out of the blue. He then sat his head between her breasts, moving his head back and forth between her two tits, smothering and enveloping himself with her feminine scent. In the process of hiding his face in her chest he was also sucking on her nipples from time to time. His new impressive member, while covered by his trousers, was grinding against Helga's pussy. Her cunt was incredibly wet from all of it, staining her panties and even Milo's pants. Helga's face was neutral from the whole ordeal, though that's she believed. In fact she was gasping and moaning all throughout. Sweat dripped down from her face and her body. Her face red from the pleasure and indecency of it all.

"God I love this job. Master's incredible at using me. I wish I had met him earlier. Please keep using me master. Use this whore of yours!" Thought Helga. Her mind was much more perverted than she knew, it took all of her self restraint to not reveal her vast debauchery to Milo.

"Helga, where's your collar?" Asked Milo

"My collar? What are you talking about master?" Replied Helga

"You're supposed to have a collar that says 'Milo's titwhore' aren't you?"

She pulled her face back a bit from the statement. Eyebrows furrowed. "Master. Just because I was hired to be your personal fuck doll, does not mean that I will be wearing something so demeaning."

"Well then, what would about the dress you're wearing right now?"

"This dress? This dress is made from the finest silk. It costs more than the entirety of that small room I found you in. Just because you can see my titties and pussy through it doesn't mean-" her sentence came to a stop. She was going to finish it if it weren't for her master's continuous writing. She was about to comment on it until she remembered that her master doesn't write anything on that journal he got from Mr. Whitmore.

"Old Rule: no one is able to realize whenever Milo writes on the journal and the journal cannot be used against Milo"

"New Rule: Helga will believe anything Milo tells her"

"New Rule: each time Helga climaxes she becomes more and more subservient towards Milo"

"Look master, I understand that I am your living sex toy, but I do not appreciate your view of me." Said Helga

"But, weren't you the one who told me that you wanted me to treat you like a slut?" Asked Milo. "You even agreed to wear the aforementioned collar."

"Do you think I didn't know that? Of course I will wear the collar. And yes, you must treat me as less than a person. I am, after all, your tittie whore." Said Helga. She puffed out her chest, trying to appear proud in front of her master. The only thing this did, however, is brought her boobs right to his face, so he couldn't even see her prideful face. With the opportunity presenting itself, Milo pulled down his pants to free his cock and slid it between her breasts.

"Then do your job." Said Milo

"Of course master, thank you for being patient with me. I will give you a titjob now." Immediately she brought her hand to her breasts, gently kneading her breasts where her master's penis had been placed. Her heartrate increased each time she stroke his cock with her tits. Her face betrayed the desperation that existed within her to please her master and to receive his seed. Just as her body had betrayed how many times she had cum from servicing Milo, the car was covered in her scent, and her panties were no longer capable of stopping the flood. "Please master, please give me your cum. Helga will do anything for your cum. Helga will forever serve you master."

"Take it you bitch." With that, he came. Painting her boobs and face white. His fluids covered a large part of those body parts. And yet, through all the cum, Helga's expression was plane for all to see. Her eyes were unfocused, a drunk smile creeping up on her lips, any of Milo's cum that had landed on her mouth was hungrily devoured. She then started to scoop up the rest of his semen. Gathered up any of his semen that she could, and then drank it all. Her transparent dress now painted white. Milo looked at his newly effectuated whore. The dignified lady that first approached him no longer existed when she's attending him. He looked forward to using the journal on any woman that caught his eye.