Saturday November 09, 2024

“Of course Sir, right away Sir.” Lindsay replied as she sat on the bed and looked at her handler.

It wasn’t what she’d expected, though she wasn’t really sure what she had expected when she’d sold herself into Personal Service.

PS was the latest trend for those, like her, that were at the end of their financial rope. Saddled with debt from university, a job that didn’t pay enough to pay even the rent let alone living expenses, and a degree that was taking her nowhere, she’d accept she had two options.

The first was to declare bankruptcy and move back with her parents, where she’d have to marry a family friend that had been chasing after her since they were in highschool, or…

Agree to a five year Personal Service contract. Some said it was modern day slavery, others said it was a way to get ahead. Everyone agreed it was a last resort.

The contract was pretty straight forward, you gave up pretty all rights to your life and turned them over to your employer. The employer would then make whatever changes they wanted to ensure they were happy with your service.

The first change was always the chip. It wasn’t cheap, but it ensured total compliance with the contract. It had been implanted last week and this was the first time she’d been “concious” since. When she’d looked in the mirror she’d been a little surprised at the changes, but they weren’t all the extreme and she did look great, if a little slutty.

Lindsay stood up as she’d been told too and walked out of the room towards the front door, leaving everything behind as she walked to the waiting car and was whisked away from her old life.

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Lindsay looked over at Robert with a sultry stare that screamed “Come over here and fuck me!”

She wasn’t exactly sure if it was the chip or herself that infused the look with that vibe, but she did know that it was a true feeling she had.

She was three years into her PS contract and in that time Robert had proven to be a very… capable, employer.

They were out at his country home at the moment for a summer getaway and the table she was leaning against was one of the few places he hadn’t fucked her… yet.

Robert wasted little time in rectifying that and soon enough she was face down on the table with his dick slamming hard into her pussy. She orgasmed several times and afterwards started trying to think of somewhere else he hadn’t fucked her.

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Lindsay stood at the foot of the stairs as Robert entered the condo, and while her inflated lips couldn’t show a smile, there was little doubt she was happy to see him.

“Pway with doowly…” she lisped out and then dropped her hands and clasped them behind her back.

After five years of employment with Robert she’d become an expert at being his personal fuck doll. There was little else she thought about as she spent her days at his condo, at least half naked all the time, and desperate for him to return.

Over the years the chip had done it’s job well, providing her pleasure when she pleased him, displeasure when she displeased him, and her mind had learned the lessons well.

Robert walked up to her and twirled her around, reaching around her and grabbing her tits, she pushed her ass into his crotch and leaned her head back.

“Doowly soooow hwappy!” she squealed out and let him guide her to the living room where he fucked her until he pulled out and came all over her face.

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Lindsay wiggled her ass across the beach and approached the man that had waved her over.

“Let’s see those titties babe.” he said and she giggled and then undid her top, pushing her tits forward and jiggling them side to side.

Lindsay had been working at the resort for the last two years, every since Robert had sold her Personal Services contract to the owner of it.

Robert had hired a new girl to a PS contract and Lindsay had to admit she was kinda cute in a natural kind of way, so she couldn’t really blame Robert for selling her contract.

Perhaps if she wasn’t getting fucked so often she might have wondered why her contract hadn’t ended after five years like it was supposed to, but as long as she was being fucked, she didn’t really care.

The man reached out and grabbed her right tit, then gave her left tit a little slap.

“Not bad. Be in room 5214 in a hour. And where something that squeezes those tits nice and high.”

“Of course Sir!” she replied and then scampered away to her room that was filled with outfits, and she had just the perfect little corset in mind for his request.