Gift Wrapped

The next two days are a whirlwind of programming, debauchery, shopping, and trips to the beauty salon (which is to say Melanie’s bathroom). I take the time to make sure that any instructional programming for the girls is duplicated and redundant, eliminate anything extraneous, the only divergence being the false memories that have become an integral part of their new being.

Valerie (who now goes by ‘Val’) is still incredibly passive in bed, something that even I can’t fix in the limited amount of time, but her skills are coming along and she’ll have plenty of time to hone them. Melanie (who now answers to ‘Mely’) is more than happy to instruct her, especially when prompted, as a hitherto dormant submissive streak has been brought to prominence. I only discovered just how deep it ran when she actually broke conditioning and orgasmed while I had her tied up and Val was riding her face.

I don’t do a permanent makeup job but do micro blade their eyebrows into a high arch, emphasizing their eyes and giving them an almost permanent air of surprise. I enjoy watching them give each other makeovers. The only thing distinguishing one from the other are the small tasteful tattoos between their shoulder blades, an ‘M’ and a ‘V’ respectively.

I cut their hair into identical styles, and taking my cue from an earlier idea, bleach it out and add red and blue chunky highlights into the full length pigtails that they’ll habitually wear.

Amazon same day shipping provides me with their new wardrobes; fetish school girl outfits and slut wear chic club clothes. Alicia Amira’s https://beabimbo.com is a godsend. When I took her on as a client back in 2016 I never expected that she’d turn it into something as empowering as she has, and I have to say I’m about as proud of her as I’ve ever been of anything. Getting a few freebies overnighted from Stockholm helps to round out the wardrobe.

Aside from the obvious the mental changes I make are actually minimal. Both girls are as intelligent as they ever were, they just think with their pussies instead of their brains now. Mely still has her law degree for example, and is quite capable of citing case law and precedent when her head isn’t a haze of hormones. Val still has all the low animal cunning and sharp intelligence that allowed her to always make the scandal rags without tipping over the edge into legal problems. Joined together they’re quite the **** to be reckoned with as long as they’re not too horny to think.

They’ve each been given the key to the other’s mind and will act to reinforce their each other’s conditioning daily.

Overall I’m happy with my results. There were tears from the girls when I told them that I’d have to leave them, but I held them in my arms and soothed away their tears by giving each of them an orgasm, and telling them that soon they’d have a Daddy to take care of. Their Daddy is the second strongest man they know after me. He deserves their attention and they’ll finally have the attention and affection from him that they’ve always desired.

The Skype call to Winters surprises him. I’m wearing a hot pink morph suit without a crotch, and I spent a good five minutes setting up up the shot so that the girls giving me head will be pretty obvious on the screen. I’m fairly sure that he only answers because the call comes from Melanie.

“Who… what…”

“Hello Julian. I’ve finished the job you contracted me for. Your daughters are fully prepared to live out whatever fantasy you might have in mind for them. You’ll find that they are loyal and obedient, although Val is lacking in some sexual skills. Oh, and don’t bother shouting, I’ve muted your side of this.

“The girls are mostly self sufficient, but often you’ll find that they are far too preoccupied to bother with things like feeding themselves. They will expect a few things from you beyond a regular fucking and meals, not limited to breast implants and lip filler, as well as a healthy clothing and shoe budget.

“I expect you to treat them well; if you don’t I will know, and within a week you’ll be living the life of a Thai femboy hooker, outwardly enjoying your existence, but with your conscious mind observing every perversion you’re subjected to and screaming soundlessly into the void for eternity.

“I’ve taken the liberty to extract my payment from Melanie and Valerie’s accounts in BitCoin, so don’t bother trying to trace any of my fee. The key to the dead drop that your stooge left the check in will be in Melanie’s toilet tank.

“I would advise sending someone to collect them in the next 24 hours or so. They may well expire from dehydration if you don’t, and that would be very bad for you. Now girls, turn and wave to Daddy. You’ll be seeing him in person soon.

“I’d love to say that it’s been a pleasure talking to you Julian, but we both know that the only satisfaction that I derived from this call has been the hot wet mouths of your daughters.”

I erupt all over the faces of the girls, who immediately begin to lick each other clean. “Goodbye Julian. Pray you never hear from me again.”

My Uber is waiting when I walk out with my luggage. I hate saying goodbye to any of my girls, and I’ve grown immensely attached to Mely and Val, possibly more so than is healthy for me. Our farewell was tear filled, and not just from them.

My threat to Winters wasn’t a hollow one. The base personalities of Pet and Bunny will always be present in the girls, and are programmed to defend themselves and each other. They will each contact me on a weekly basis to report on status. All of my third party jobs do. If any of my girls ever fail to report or indicate any mistreatment, my justice is swift and brutal. He may be their Daddy, but I made them.

As the car takes me to the airport, I check my email and read through the dozens of reports from my charges, then scan over any new applications that may have come in. Perhaps I can ameliorate my sense of loss by throwing myself into another job.