Sam's cybernetic sex doll

Looking down at yourself, you see you're wearing the same sleek bodysuit style pajamas you went to sleep in, still stretched over your big fat tits and with your small, caged cock still tucked neatly inside. You grope your tits, kneading them as you imagine Sam's big cock between them, and wonder what his 'big idea' was yesterday that he sent such a nice pair of tits away for yesterday. That notebook must have really gotten him excited...

You shake your head and shrug off the tinge of jealousy welling up inside you. It's just an old vintage notebook, nothing to get worked up over. He probably just didn't trust a dumb doll like you to appreciate its value. Yeah, that's gotta be it. He probably just sent you away to not bore you, considering he's so much smarter than you. The thought makes you smile.

Your alarm beeps again and brings you out of your fantasies. It's almost time to go see Sam again! You hop out of bed and get out of your pajamas, and examine yourself in your mirror. Your body is sleek, feminine, and built exactly to Sam's preferences: Big, juicy tits, slender arms and legs, meaty thighs and an especially grabbable butt. Your white hair is sleek, straight, and shoulder length, and your face could be mistaken for that of a female supermodel. Nearly imperceptible lines run across your body where your cybernetics meet each other, and the fancily tattood text on your right shoulder blade reads 'Doll 2141-4235-753454 / Property of Sam Carter.' marking you as Sam's legal property.

Your run your hands down your body and double check the futuristic looking cage trapping your small cock. Its bright blue holographic light is still shaped like a lock, and it's still as sturdy as ever. Touching it, it too flashes the holographic text 'property of Sam Carter'. You select your favorite butt-plug and shove it inside you before putting on your panties, and then get dressed in your usual casual attire: a sleeveless form-fitting white dress that squeezes your tits together in just the way Sam likes, and that shows off the small but prominent bulge of your cage. The holographic lock, of course, is projected outside of the dress, to let anyone that sees you know you're locked up, as any doll should be when out and about.

You wear your latex white stockings and put on high heels, putting you at just over 5'4". As you get dressed, a small hover-drone applies your makeup and lipstick, and the plug inside you vibrates and contracts, calibrating and uplinking control to your cage, and thus to Sam's bio-signature.

Once you're all literally 'dolled up', you examine yourself in the mirror. You push out your chest and smirk, and make a mental note to be an extra good doll for Sam today so he'll forget all about that silly notebook of his. Leaving your room and making your way to the kitchen, you see...