Kneel (switch to Manager POV)

The fuck thing at your door kneels. She thinks she's ready. She's not but she's made her choice. Fuck. She has no fucking idea.

The thought of this normal woman, this mom from the suburb, submitting herself to your twisted mind gets your cock hard. Oh who the fuck are you kidding. Your cock is always hard. Your cock is king.

Most men are too afraid to admit that their cock is king. They're scared of it. They try to overpower what it wants. They're afraid of how it makes them think. And they're afraid that it'll make women afraid. And they're afraid that they won't get no pussy and will get rejected.

Because most men aren't willing to go all the way.

Most men want to fuck women who think of themselves as women.

But not you. Your cock tells you to find the objects - the fuck things.

Like this slut thing at the door in front of you, kneeling.

The kneeling makes you so hard. And it's time to show her exactly what that means. You grab a pair of scissors off the table and walk up.

Test 1 - will the scissors scare her? She looks at them. She looks up at you. Slut hasn't learned to keep her eyes on the floor at all times. But she will.

She doesn't seem scared of them. Doesn't seem scared of what you might do. You hold them up to her. They're sharp. She can see. She doesn't flinch. She's not scared.

Good job slut.

You cut off her clothes. You cut off her top. Not that it matters, you can see her fuckin' tits anyway. You cut off her her tight pants revealing her furry pussy. Slut actually thinks it's acceptable to have hair on that thing... and she thinks she's ready for you.

She's pretty enough. Middle aged, but good looking. Big eyes, little nose, decent lips. Long dark blonde hair. That'll have to be changed to something better - red maybe. Your cock twitches. It likes the sound of that. It always likes the sound of red hair. She's a curvy slut. That'll need to be fixed too. You take your slut things in two sizes - skinny and skinnier. But all that is very doable.

Yeah, she's got potential. Saffron over at the front desk sent you a good one this time.

You unzip your pants and let your thick, hard black cock get some air. The slut's eyes open wide when she sees it. Not playing it so cool now. Then again, your no-shit 10 inch monster surprises everyone.

Time for Test 2

"You see that cock?" You ask.

"Yes" She whispers, licking her lips.

Oh man, fucking test failed. You give her a slap across the face. "Do objects fucking talk?"

Quickly she lowers her head and shakes it wildly. She's learned. She better be capable of learning. She's gonna have a lot to learn.

"You see that cock?" You ask again.

She nods, silently.

"Good. You don't get to fuck it. You don't get to suck it. You don't get to touch it."

She nods again.

"You don't get any other cock. You don't get any other cunt. Not until I say so. You have to earn that shit."

She nods. Pretty think kneeling naked. Her skin cold and goose-bumped. Her clothes cut to pieces around her.

"You only get to rub yourself. And you only get to rub yourself for two things... when you feel degraded and when you feel hurt. Understand?"

She nods. Almost eagerly. She's not sure if she should show eagerness.

"So when I say you're a fuckin' object, how does that make you feel?" Your cock rages with power.

She looks up at you. Pretty thing. It has no idea what you're going to turn it into. Bites its lip. Then rubs at its pussy.

"And when I say you're a worthless fuckin' object, how does that make you feel?"

It rubs itself harder.

"But don't worry little thing. We're gonna help you serve your purpose. We're gonna help you find your worth."

It rubs itself gentler. But it doesn't realize what its worth is yet. It doesn't know what's coming.

"Because you know what you are? You know what object you are?"

It shakes its head