Yep, but first, a delivery

You shut down the cameras after getting your two pet projects to pose a bit and have Paige clean off Diva's face with her tongue. You probably weren't going to do much with it outside of mild ****, but sometimes you had to have sex and sometimes you just want to jerk off to some porn.

You send Paige to start making dinner for you, and you set up Diva with the same brainwashing setup and commands (minus the spanking) you had Paige do earlier. Her hypno playlist was mostly feminization, anal pleasure, and submission instead of the bimbo reinforcement Paige did.

"You can take that off tomorrow morning, when you and Paige race to give me my wake-up blowjob," you let her know as you start up the programming. You set her up in Paige's room for the night, since you had decreed that as the first daily loser, Paige had to sleep at the foot of your bed on an old dog bed, with a anal vibrator in her butt and her only article of clothing being the dog collar. The daily loser would have a head start the next day to giving you your morning blowjob, and the competition to get the most cum out of you each day would escalate from there.

You head out to the living room with your laptop to kill time to dinner by browsing Aphrodite's Aphrodisiacs website. For a corporation that seemed to use comic-book-ad style marketing, they seemed really high tech. You wonder idly why someone with this kind of technology didn't just use it to take over the world, but since they seem to make people unaware at will, maybe they have and no one has noticed.

After a bit of digging you do find an opt-out program. You punch in the serial numbers of both your rings to register them, then toggle off the "Willing to be Used by Other MCR Users" option.

After you register your rings and make an account, you see a pop-up come up with a list of all your slaves' purchases, with an "Expedite And Consolidate Shipping Option". "How the heck can they tell who I've enslaved? It hasn't even been half a day?" you ask yourself out loud. Then you remember that this is a company that produces magic rings that teleports genitals and just figure it's best not to ask.

You figure paying the relatively small expedition fee wouldn't be too bad, considering it was about a week until the normal delivery time. And it would be your contribution to your harem's communal effort. Seeing as the next time you went to your low-paying intern job at the local branch of a major insurance company you would be making sure you were getting a big promotion and and astronomical pay raise, you figure you could afford another frivolous purchase. You go over the list of stuff and tweak a few duplicate items that don't have a stacking benefit into something with a relative same cost, then add a bulk order of **** Rings to the cart. You weren't going to take any chances with someone else trying to enslave your, well, slaves.

One last thing you do is order a kit to combine your two rings into one, to consolidate them down a bit. After looking at some of the newer models, you know you'll be picking up some more when you can afford it, and you didn't think having more than two on at once could be very comfortable. The invisibility one sounded like it would be great to get out of work for an impromptu vacation, if nothing else.

You pay the bill and immediately hear your doorbell ring. "OK, that's just ridiculous," you say in disbelief. "No fucking way it's that fast".

Sure enough, you open the door to see an overly-cheerful delivery girl in a bright pink polo shirt bearing the Aphrodite's Aphrodisiacs logo and cargo shorts standing next to a woman-sized portal in the wall next to your front door. A stack of boxes with the company logo on the front was set neatly on a hand-truck next to her and she was already holding out a tablet with a form to sign. "Aphrodite's Aphrodisiacs Delivery Drone Service, at your service!" she chirped in a voice that just radiated helpful cheer. You were still a little surprised as you signed, but you figured that you would soon be getting used to this.

You glance appreciatively at the delivery girl as you go over the paperwork. Classic Irish-American redhead with a single braid, sparkling emerald eyes, pale face covered with freckles, solid D cups that heaved under the pink polo shirt like caged balloons. Honestly if you didn't have the feeling that trying to use the ring on their employees would get you kicked out of the program ASAP, you'd be all over her.

As she carts the stuff in you try to start up a little small talk. "So uh, what's it like being an employee of a uh, well-" She cheerfully cuts you off, clearly used to the question, "A super-technological sex company? Pretty much what you'd expect. A lot of moving boxes, a lot of dealing with embarrassed customers, a lot of freestyle sex, a lot of paperwork." She starts unloading the cart onto the kitchen table. Paige passes by the two of you but seems to stare right through the girl. You figure unless someone had a ring on they probably couldn't see any of the Aphrodite's Aphrodisiacs employees. At least, that's what you would do if you were running it.

"I know my boss used her Manager-Level Ring on my group to make us feel like delivering boxes is the sexiest thing in the world, but at least we only work four days a week and get benefits and stuff. Besides, we have a huge free-for-all orgy every Friday and get to test out all the fun stuff that R&D comes up with before anyone else!"

At that, she sets down the last box and turns to face you with a smile and a salute. "Thank you for expediting your service today, every time someone does, Delivery Drone employees get a free orgasm! Would you like to leave a tip?" She grins very broadly after that and for some reason you can't bring yourself to say no. She was super helpful after all. You nod enthusiastically as you sink to your knees in front of her and unzip her cargo shorts. You eagerly start lapping at her cunt with its little triangle of red hair trimmed neatly above it. She pulls her shirt up to give you better access and you see a gold ring piercing her belly button, with the words "EMPLOYEE BENEFITS" engraved into it. You wonder vaguely if it's a special version of the MCR while you work on the delivery girl's clit, but you stop worrying about it when she presses your head into her cunt and squeals out an orgasm.

"Ooh, you're a good tipper," she says as she re-assembles her uniform. "I'm sure we'll meet again...next time you get a delivery!" She gives you a quick peck on the cheek and skips her way into the portal she came from. You absentmindedly wipe her pussy juice off of your face and close the front door. "Weird," you say to yourself. But you were excited to unbox the new toys and eagerly set to work with a pair of scissors.