praise

As Hillary watched the two test dolls in amazement, she turned her attention back to you. "Well done," she said with a smirk, "You really are the perfect template for our future creations. Who would have thought you'd make such a perfect little fucktoy..."

You felt a disconcerting mixture of pride and fear at her words. "Thank you, Mistress," you replied, trying to hide your nervousness as you watched the two test dolls, your synapses now animating them. One briefly made eye contact with you and you could see yourself reflected in her eyes. These wanton sluts were you… it oddly aroused you.

Hillary's smirk grew wider as she saw the strange mix of emotions on your face. "You know, I think I'm going to enjoy this even more than I thought I would," she said, her voice full of anticipation. “You know, there is a good chance you’ll become immortal thanks to this. A perpetual fuckpet… serving thousands of masters and mistresses on your knees for uncountable lifetimes.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down your spine at her words. It was both terrifying and exhilarating to think of the possibilities. You **** a smile onto your face and nodded, trying to hide your fear. "Thank you, Mistress. I'll do my best to serve you and our future clients."

“I think what amazes me the most is you did this to yourself voluntarily. I mean you’re such a fuckwit…” Hillary laughed.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at her words, but you tried to shrug it off. "I guess I'm just eager to please, Mistress," you said, hoping your answer would satisfy her.

"You are eager to please, and that's why you're going to be so successful as a fuckpet," Hillary said with a satisfied smile. She looked down at the doll with the arm binder and the black Kat. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with these two."