Acceptance

The **** put on some make up, like the master asked. She got a new outfit that still covered her almost from head to toes, only leaving holes for a double ponytail, her eyes, and her mouth. Over the last months she learned to walk with extremely high heels. She barely remembered how she looked like, after all she was a **** like any other, exchangeable and usable at will.

"You're ready, **** ?" The master asked.

"Yes, master."

They got into the car and he drove few minutes before arriving in front of a house with a man and a woman gardening.

"Do you want to see your parents ? You can go if you want." The master said.

The **** looked at the middle aged couple. She vaguely remembered that they raised her, but they abandoned her and at the same time it felt like it happened to someone else. She didn't feel anything for them.

"Can this **** suck master's cock instead ?" She said.

"That's a good ****..." Her master told her.

The **** felt joy for being complimented. He started the car and to her pleasure, he allowed her to work on his dick. She sucked him on the way back. Her master was happy to have made her a perfect ****.