I walked into the holding room and the first thing that struck me was the vacant look in Denise’s eyes.
Not the now vivid blue that they were, not the inflated lips, not the long flowing hair,not the ballon sized tits, just the absolute absence of intelligence.
It wasn’t surprising of course, she’d been “incarcerated” for three years at the tax shelter, the chip had ensured she performed up to expectations so that she could repay her debt to the government. I’d seen lots of women come out of the tax shelters with far more extreme changes and even less left of their old selves though.
“How are you doing Denise?” I asked.
She blinked several times before replying, “Ah, ok baby… and like, call me Dede.”
I smiled and nodded, “Sure thing Dede. Do you remember me?” I asked.
She scrunched her forehead in thought and then shook it from side to side, “Like, no… sorry baby. Did you fuck my titties, or pussy, or ass?”
It was my turn to shake my head no, “No Dede, I’m your lawyer, remember? I got your sentence lowered to 3 years from 5.”
Her eyes lit up and a smile crossed her lips, “Oh my god, like, that was so nice of you! I should suck your cock to say thanks!” she said and then started to stand up to walk over to me.
“Maybe later Dede, we’ve got some paperwork to go over now that your sentence is over.”
She pouted for a moment and then smiled again, “Like, and then I can suck your cock?” she asked with hope written across her face.
“Well, if you make sure to follow my directions, I think that would be ok.” I replied and held out my hand.
Dede finished getting up and grabbed my proffered hand and I led her out into the hallway, to another room at the end of it.
Dede looked right at the camera and tried her best to look serious.
The nice man behind it, who apparently was her legal repre… repre… god she hated it when the words wouldn’t come to her, even in her own head!
Anyway, he’d given her something to read, and after a dozen or so attempts, she was pretty sure she’d get it right this time.
He pointed at her and she suppressed a smile, as she started to speak.
“I Denise Hartford, of sound mind and, like… oh my god, like I’m sorry! I try harder… honest!” she apologized as soon as she messed it up, yet again.
It was another dozen attempts before she finally managed to get all the way through it.
“I Denise Hartford, of sound mind and body, do herby assign Mike Thompson to be my legal owner under the Subordinate Liability And Value Encouragement Act of 2027, hereafter known as the SLAVE Act. As such, my mind and body are now the property of Mike Thompson and as such, he may do as he sees fit with them from this time forward.
I would like to thank my owner for accepting a worthless slut like myself as his property and I hope he finds a suitable use for me.”
Dede paused for a moment and then Mike shut off the camera, a giant grin crossed her lips and she bounced in place, “Like, yeah! I did it! I get to suck cock now! Suck cock! Suck cock!”
Mike chuckled but walked around to stand beside her, “That you do Dede, that you do.” he replied and unzipped his pants.
Dede quickly reached out and found his hardening shaft, pulling it from his pants and then wrapping her lips around it, eager to suck on Mike’s cock.
She felt the chip in her head give her a little negative feedback and she quickly corrected herself, she was eager to suck on her owner’s cock, which was followed by a shiver of pleasure that the chip didn’t have to administer.
