You take stock of your situation.

Your eyes desperately dart around the room looking for a means of escape or anything that could help you. You realise almost immediately that this is hopeless. You have all your original body's memories up to the moment your brainscan was uploaded to the blank clone in the vat. You, or should that be HE, spent many months planning this and preparing. You know there's only two doors to this basement room, the skylights were bricked up weeks ago. Both doors are steel, one at the bottom of the stairs leading up and the other to the dungeon playroom that is intended to be your cage. Both doors are fitted with fisheye peepholes to prevent being surprised when entering.

"Think, think dammit." You mutter as you press your fists against your forehead in frustration.

You review your memories of what you planned to do first with your new pet. He's expecting resistance or fear, that you recall from your fantasies. So he's coming prepared to take you by ****. He'll strip you of course, he'll want to both check out his creation and assert his dominance. After he sees you, you are certain he'll want you straight away. He won't take chances though, you will be well restrained before he let's his guard down even though he's bigger and much stronger than you are now.

"Fuck it, he must have some weakness." You say to yourself. "Some weapon I can use."

You cup your breasts feeling the size and weight of those big firm orbs and a half smile forms. His weakness is the reason you were created, his inability to interact with women and his fantasies. He'll be bolstered of course by the knowledge that legally you are his property, but the insecurities will still be there. You'll need to be subtle, just demanding to be released will never work. As horrifying as it seems you'll need to endure **** and wait for him to become overconfident. Earn a degree of trust and allow him to think you are submissive to him until a moment to escape comes. He expects you to be his fuckdoll and you'll need him to think all his dreams are coming true.

You hear footsteps from the floor above and realise that at last he is coming.