The getaway

The sun was shining as your body along with the other playthings and your master exited the bank.

Waiting at the curbside was a long black limousine. The driver was another plaything waiting patiently for her master to return.

Your body opened the back door for master.

"Good girl." He said with a smile.

His voice vibrated around your whole body, he thinks I'm a good girl.

Wait why should that matter this guy is a creep. If you had control of your body you would probably run and call the cops.

But he called you a good girl you could already feel your pussy getting wet. Regardless of what you were thinking.

Once the master and the other playthings were in the car your body got in as well.

The inside was spacious you sat in the seat across from your master.

One of the other playthings was between his legs there head between his legs.

As the car pulled away the playthings all sat in silence not moving. Apart from the one that was giving the master head of course.

You felt so jealous of them for being allowed to serve him.

What was going on thought the voice in your head why would you be jealous of her for doing that.

Because to serve the master is life because I am masters plaything. Said another louder voice in your head.

The car carried along the road for a few miles before it's pulled up to a large a manor house on the edge of town.

At the gate house a woman's voice greeted the car back before opening the gate.

"Welcome home Master."

The car went up a long drive before stopping outside a large stone porch.

Your body got out of the car and held the door for your master to leave.

He looked at you and said.