I should prove true to my emptiness and stay with you

Her eyes roll in her head, not really seeing, pupils the size of pennies. I switch up her auditory program going from the subliminal to the direct. Her critical faculties have been bypassed by this point. Over an hour of drummed in acceptance of her situation, forty five minutes of that in a massively compromised mental state. I replace the blindfold with the VR headset, reset the Hitachi, and then remove the first butt plug with an audible pop.

Before her anus has the opportunity to contract again I replace it with the next size up.

I begin the process of slowly caressing her body, the gentle ministrations so at odds with my previous brutal attack that the first orgasm is only minutes in coming. The second takes a bit longer but it opens the floodgates as they start rolling over her one after another. After by my count the fifth I begin to use a firmer touch, tweaking her swollen and pinched nipples, clawing lightly at her inner thighs.

As she screams in what might be her tenth orgasm I pull out the plug and replace in with the final one.

By this point in between heaving breaths, moan, and gasps she’s chanting two words over and over, parroting her programming perfectly.

“Bimbo fuckdoll. Bimbo fuckdoll. Bimbo fuckdoll.”

Time to move to the next step.