Miranda fought to keep her eyes open, but it was so hard. She was so far under his control there really wasn’t much of her free will left, which was obvious to anyone that knew her and could see her now.
Gone were the power suits, the tied up hair, the soft and subtle makeup. Her friends would have hardly recognized the doll like appearance that she had now, let alone the radically different attitude she projected.
“Yes Sir, I understand Sir.” her soft almost sing-song like voice replied against her frail attempts to stop it.
“Say it back to me.” the powerful voice of the man she only knew as “John” continued. She knew it wasn’t his real name, she doubted that anyone knew that, as she had heard other women refer to him as Jake, or Jeremy, or David, or Richard.
“I am a Doll. To be seen and not heard. To be on display but never draw attention. To provide pleasure but never seek it. To be perfect for my owner.”
The words sent a shiver through her the nestled into her pussy but she refused to let him see it across her face, instead remaining perfectly calm.
He gave a smile and a nod and then walked out of the room, returning a few minutes later with another man that she instantly recognized, Jerold! That bastard had tried to sabotage her several times over the years and it was only a combination of her own skill and a bit of luck that she’d finally gotten him fired.
Miranda wanted to scream, to smack him across his face, but she was a doll, she was to be seen and not heard, and so she remained perfectly still.
“Damn, she cleaned up nicely didn’t she?” Jerold stated to John with a smile.
“That she did. It’s often the way with these kinds of women, so focused on their careers and work that they don’t even notice that they subconsciously keep themselves in top physical condition as it gives them a visual boost with the executives above them.” John replied.
“Yeah, I’ll say, look at those hips! Her breasts are a little disappointing though.” Jerold replied, his smile turning to a slight frown.
“Not really an issue though. You can have them upgraded at anytime.”
Jerold huffed a little and stepped forward, right in front of her, and took her chin between his thumb and finger and started to turn her head from side to side, inspecting her face closely.
“Is that right Miranda? If your owner wanted you to have bigger tits, would you get them?”
“Of course Sir, I want to be perfect for my owner.” Miranda replied and another shiver of pleasure coursed through her.
Jerold let go of her chin and turned back to John with a smile, “She seems perfect!” he enthused which sent an ever bigger shiver of pleasure through her that she had a hard time containing.
“But of course.” John replied immodestly.
“When can I take delivery?” Jerold asked.
“Another few days, there’s just a little spark of free will left in her, shouldn’t take long to snuff out.” John replied.
The two men shook hands and then Jerold left the room, leaving Miranda and John alone once more. John walked over to her and smiled.
“You did well, I knew seeing Jerold will surface that last little bit of resistance in you… now let’s dig it out once and for all…”
Her eyes went wide as she felt his mind peirce hers like a dagger and she tried to hide away in the farthest reaches of her subconscious. It was too late though, she felt him take hold of that last little piece and squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze, until there was nothing left.
He pulled out of her mind and her whole body spasmed as a gigantic orgasm exploded inside of her. She collapsed onto the floor, twitching and convulsing for several minutes until it passed.
When she looked around, John was gone and she was alone. She stood up and took her pose, chest out, arms at her side, feet together, just like a good doll should.
