I appealed to Hilary.

I was enjoying the attention. The helplessness. But it was also very weird. Everyone saw me as a sex object below their respect. Before I was the boss. Respected. Feared. Pandered too. My words and actions had relevance. Now I was part of the furniture. It was when I was alone with people that things happened. Hands wandered and things were said. I saw a new side of a lot of people. It was eye opening.

And now I was seeing Hillary from a new perspective. She held the remote and taunted me with it.

Still I reluctantly approached my ex and nervously spoke to her.“My master told you, didn’t he mistress.” It felt odd to feel so subservient to my former Secretary. I’d bossed her around mercilessly. Tapped that sweet ass on my desk and on hers. I’d used her. It was no wonder she was getting even. And I liked it. Wanted more of her attentions. I swayed hopefully before her.

She smiled as she looked down at me, unbuttoning another button to expose the milky white flesh of my abundant breasts. I shivered feeling small and exposed. “Yeah. I didn’t believe your master at first. Your master. Hah! And you called me mistress... just like Kat. But... well I’d confided in Kat. All my thoughts and fears and... about what we’d done. What you’d done to me and how I’d felt. He told me stuff that only Kat would know. Things that she couldn’t tell him.” She grinned. “And we had sex... real sex... he understood me. He knows how to satisfy a woman. Make her feel right. You’re nothing like him.” She laughed at me. “You really did swap into a sex doll. I can’t believe how friggen stupid you are.” Hillary sneered. “You gave up your glorious cock for this. A life of subservience and sexual thraldom. You deserve this...”

“Yes Mistress. I do.” I nodded and blushed, feeling inadequate. “But I made a mistake. I’m ... not a doll. Not really. I’m a person. Can you help me?” I asked hopefully. She held all the power.

“Help you?” She laughed. “That’s rich coming from you.” She held up the controller. “No you’ve fucked me over. You’re a doll and I think it’s tome for you to find out what it’s like.” She smiled as she dialled up my sex drive.

“Yes mistress,” I purred. God I was horny.

I moaned in sudden lust and Hillary smirked with glee. “I think you’ll like the surprise that I have in plan for you...” Hillary observed as she took me by the hand and led me down to the labs. I walked in and saw a number of test dolls being put through their paces.

One female doll wore an arm binder and sat on her knees and was working on her felatio technique with one of our rare dolls. Another was suspended in a harness and was being taken by some kind of machine as a technician watched clinically making notes on a tablet.

In my aroused state I found myself envying my fellow dolls.

“I need you to copy this dolls synapses. Upload them into the two test dolls pending instructions from Jack. If she performs well I think Jack will authorise her as the new template for all future dolls.” She said.

I blinked. I was going to be copied? If they used my mind in all our future dolls I’d never be able to escape this fate fully.

“She is what the boss has been working on? Can’t wait to see..:” the tech said as he led me to a mind scanner and put it on. He scanned me.