Being a fuck doll was hard work! Jenn knew that only too well after the last two years under contract to Johnathan.
The daily workouts, the plastic surgeries, hours and hours in front of the mirror making herself looks as plastic and fake as possible. It was a lot!
Not that she had a choice in the matter, after she’d signed the contract the first step had been the intense mental conditioning. It wasn’t like someone of Johnathan’s stature was going to accept gaurenteed compliance with the terms of the contract.
She was almost envious of the newer girls that signed fuck doll contracts in the last year or so. She’d been one of the first and the mental conditioning had been… intense. Lots of drugs, weeks of indoctrination, and physical… stimulation.
Now it was all so much more streamlined. Two days in a machine that rewrote neural pathways and BAM! All done. She’d even heard that some of them had orgasms just for working out!
Of course it wasn’t like she was bereft of mind blowing orgasms herself. She’d never thought such pleasure was possible, let alone could come so easily. All Johnathan had to do was slide his dick into her and she was cumming like a freight train.
It kinda concerned her in a way. Yeah, sure, it was great and all, but when her contract ended in another year, how would she ever be able to find someone to bring her that kind of orgasm?
Her train of thought was interrupted by her phone buzzing. She looked down at the table beside her where it was sitting and let out a sigh… it was her reminder for her new workout session.
She still had her old sessions, more general ones, but her new ones were focused on her back muscles… Johnathan was upgrading her tits again and she needed to strength up her back to support them.
Jenn picked up her phone and headed back inside, making a bee line for the gym in the basement. An hour on the machines would do her good, and then she’d have time to get cleaned up and ready for Johnathan’s return home from work.
A little shiver ran through her at the thought of Johnathan and the uncounted orgasms that he’d brought her over the last two years. Maybe she should talk to him about extending her contract, perhaps for another 3 years? More?
Her current contract gaurenteed her 2 million at the end of it… perhaps if she offered to forego it he’d be more open to extending it.
Jenn halted in her tracks and goosebumps formed all over her skin at the thought of being a real fuck doll… property, not under contract, but owned.
She started walking again… quicker, eager to get to the gym and make sure she was everything Johnathan could ever want in a fuck doll.
