Master has arrived

The door has opened, and I am walking into the room.

The original me.

Which I guess is not me.

Not only is the man walking through the door not me, he is my new owner. My Master.

The woman coughs.

"Oh here you are, right on time. Well, there she is."

I watch the real version of myself walk up to my box to get a better look at my naked form. I can't bring myself to smile. Not yet. This is too overwhelming.

"Wow, you did a really great job!" I say... no, he says, looking me up and down. "She's somehow both exactly what I imagined and yet so much more perfect in reality."

Whose body is this, anyway? I am pretty sure these dolls are usually based off of an existing person, real or fictional. Since I'm a Japanese woman, I'm sure I'm an anime character, but running through my favourites in my head, I can't think which. Well, there's one way to find out. I was never told I wasn't allowed to speak or anything, so I might as well 'come to life' now.

"What character is my body based off, Sir?" I ask in a sickeningly sweet voice. Calling myself by my real name doesn't feel right, but in the moment, I couldn't bring myself to say 'Master', so I landed on 'Sir', which is polite and formal without necessarily instantly recognising him as my Master.

He gives a nervous grin. "Um, she's called Sill."

I screw up my face in confusion. "From Rance?! You chose Sill?!"

He looks shocked at my response, and I instantly realise my mistake, and bite my lip with regret.

"You know who Sill is?" He asks, impressed.

"I... I appear to have been given that knowledge, yes Sir." I say, doing my best to navigate this conversation without breaking the Golden Rule of He Must Not Know before we've even properly started.

"Why is it surprising to you that I would choose Sill?" He probes, confused, or perhaps suspicious.

"When was the last time you even thought about Sill? Like six months ago, the last time you watched an episode of the hentai, right? I mean I know that Sengoku Rance is your favourite hentai game of all time, but you haven't played it in years, and and also your favourite character isn't even Sill, it's Suzume the slutty kunoichi. And even then, I know you love hypersexualised bimbo bodies, so really I'm shocked you went for someone from Rance at all. I'd be almost certain that you'd choose someone with crazy curves like Meiko Shiraki from Prison School or Cattleya from Queen's Blade. Not that there's anything wrong with petite girls, but if you had to choose one primary masturbatory target for life, surely it would be a bimbo?"

That's what I want to say. But I don't, for obvious reasons. Instead, I think on my feet.

"I don't know, I guess every answer would have been a surprising answer. This is, um, this is new for me too."

"Her personality isn't quite what I expected." He says with understanding. "This is to do with the loophole, isn't it?"

Oh, he's talking to the woman now, not to me. That was a bit rude. Am I really that rude?

"I'm afraid that answering 'yes' to that question would be a breach of my NDA." The woman says, with a knowing smile.

Clever, she technically didn't say yes or no, but satisfied my... original's... curiosity.

Yes, that's what I'm going to think of him as for now. 'Original'.

"So, um, where do we go from here?"

He's still talking to her, ignoring me, as if I'm some kind of object. Oh god, I'm an object, aren't I?

"Well, most guys give their Doll a name, and then instruct them on how to refer to themselves and how they should refer to their new owner. You can get creative with those instructions, for example perhaps she has some Safe For Work language to use in public and some more humiliating things to say in private. Just remember, she is made to emulate a real live woman. So she has an imperfect memory, and can make mistakes, especially when emotional. And her free will emulation is top-notch too, that is, she isn't programmed to just say yes to anything you ask of her. But she has cognitive limiters that prevent her from fighting back too hard, and she can't run away, and most critically, at a deep **** level, she has a desire and need to please you, which should give you the 'edge' when it comes to conditioning her to be your perfect obedient sex doll."

That last bit isn't true, of course. What's actually true is that if I don't please him, I get wiped. Although perhaps one could argue that I have a deep **** desire to survive, which therefore makes what she said pretty accurate.

I hate the fact that I'm being talked about in the third person even though I'm not in the room. I reason that saying something and joining in the conversation is better than saying nothing, so I decide to play the part, for now.

"Please tell me what my name is, Sir." I say submissively, eyes lowered.