He leaves me to my own devices.

“Sorry Luke. I needed to check your impulses were right. If you balked at your owner he might get suspicious. If he found out ... well we’d have to deny it...” With a smirk he leaves. I try and remember his name? Paul? He’d interviewed me for this job last week. As I lay there I found my mind growing clearer now that the temptation of sex was gone. With a conscious effort of Will I restrained an urge to lick my new pussy... I tried not to think of that cock in me... I was a private investigator I reminded myself... well I had been. Now I wasn’t so sure. No I was. I had a job to do. But... I’d just happily blown my client. I should be angry that he’d made me do it but... well it was true... if I was going to lose my shit over sex best to do it here and now. I felt a little conflicted in retrospect but mainly frustrated and disappointed.

Mitzy’s - My owner was a rich entrepreneur with shady business dealings. The hope was that I’d be lucky enough to learn something about his plans for Anthropet Incorporated - whether he was going to attempt a hostile takeover.

Anthropet had a vested interest in getting me out and learning what I knew. I’d agreed to this on that basis. The old me didn’t want to be stuck like this. The new me... well I kind of wanted what other people wanted now. I kind of liked being a pet. That was the conditioning I knew. But. Well. If Paul has fucked me or even better if he’d decided to keep me as his own personal fuckpet I’d have been rapt. But he hadn’t. Thank god...? Or was it dammit! Maybe he would. I didn’t know what I wanted now.