Objectification Household

Object #1, designated "Mother" woke up first. It was roused by a shock to it's clit and the sound of loud screeching from it's headphones. The noise interrupted it's routine night time training audios. As had become common since it had decided to embark on The Program, it woke up wet. The urge to touch itself was still there, but the control belt it wore ensured that it never came without being rewarded.

It padded along obediently to the other bedroom. Here, two other human bodies slept. As like Object #1, they were females, and they slept naked save for their training belt, collar, and headphones. The belts were a new addition, since the two objects had turned 18 and were ready to start sexual control training. As they slept softly, Object #1 briefly regarded their olive skin, oh so different from it's own. A parting gift from their father.

But, there was little time to dawdle. If Object #1 delayed, The Program would punish her. It set to work undoing the restraints from Object #2 and Object #3. The program provided wake up sounds which soon roused all three from their slumber.

No words were exchanged. Objects were allowed to speak amongst themselves at designated times, but if the microphones detected speech otherwise, all 3 would be punished. That was among the cruelest aspects of the The Program. As none of the three were a person, all objects were responsible for infractions.

Upon waking, each Object went to it's designated bathroom to engage in it's beauty routine. Upon completion, all three made their way to the living room and knelt on their designated inspection spot.

Object #1 felt a shiver up it's spine as it stared down at the floor beneath it. Of course, before this lifestlyle had started, it had been the one to write the program. But, it had changed the paramaters of the inspection protocol so it would never know what to expect ahead of time. After 15 minutes, a robotic masculine voice spoke.

"Objects are in compliance. Proceed to preparations for school and work."

"Object complies," Object #1 spoke in a soft voice. The same chant was repeated by Object #2 and Object#3. Then all three wordlessly rushed back to their respective rooms to change.

So began every day for the family of object slaves. The same routine that had been in place since the day Object #1's twin daughters had confided their own desire to share in the fantasy that had so consumed it. But, today was different. Something was going to break the routine....

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