I once had a soul

There’s not much more for me to say that wouldn’t be repetitive. I spent Saturday basically crash testing her programming. I used and abused every single orifice on her, tested out every position I could think of, fucked her slutty cunt, ass, tits, and mouth raw. She took it all without complaint and a vapid smile on her now ridiculously exaggerated lips.

At one point she made us kale smoothies, and at another she insisted that we stop so that she could do aerobics, proving that the health and self preservation programs had stuck too. The fact that she did the aerobics in only a pair of heels was just the crowning touch.

Sunday was more of the same. Blowjob. Healthy breakfast. Work out. Clean naked in heels. Fuck on the dining room table. Soapy fun in the shower. Fuck on the chair in the living room. Two hours masturbating to pictures of herself sucking my cock while sucking my cock. Another hour of her masturbating. Bedtime on Sunday was lead up to with another injection and a top off of VR programming while she fucked herself brainless and **** with a dildo.

Monday was a little different. After our morning routine, I put her out again with a combination of **** and strangulation, and set about applying the finishing touches. Microblading and permanent makeup tattooing would simplify her day exponentially. A tattoo on her rib cage that basically was her mantra of “A bimbo lives to serve men” in a cursive font. Another two matching ones; one a tramp stamp of an arrow pointing down at her ass with the words “Insert Here” and it’s mate on her mons pubis in the front. Nipple, labia, clitoral hood, and tongue piercings. Nothing that would ever show in office clothing. Everything to contract spec.

I spent the next couple hours eliminating all traces of my presence before leaving her **** hooked up to the VR rig with a couple bottles of water, aftercare instructions (printed from her computer) and supplies for her body alterations, and a kiss on the cheek.

I’ll check back in on her in two months to make sure that the lasting effects of the conditioning have held, like the program for her to get breast enhancement surgery. I do, after all, provide a satisfaction guarantee.

After that I’ll cash the check she sent me to pay for this originally and start looking for a new client.

It’s a living.