“Hgh… yes Master… I understand…” Kimberly managed to get out through the heavy fog that engulfed her mind.
Somewhere in the back of her head she understood what was happening, how she had been and was being, reprogrammed but she somehow just couldn’t bring herself to care enough to fight it.
Instead she just accepted it and let it happen.
At the moment he had just told her how much of a complete trashy housewife she was, which she’d kind of assumed was where things had been going over the last few weeks.
He’d started with a new wardrobe, then new jewelry, and finally new makeup and hairstyle. She hardly recognized herself from her previous style which she could only describe as horny librarian, with horn rimmed glasses and all.
She’d spent the last six months like that, assigned full time to a client that wanted her to espouse for hours on literary topics that she really didn’t understand. Fortunately she didn’t really need to, she could just memorize various passages and recite them verbatim.
He’d “returned” her a few weeks ago, she’d caught sight of her replacement, a much younger looking blonde with the same style as she had before the latest changes had started.
She was pretty sure this assignment was going to be longer though, they’d stuffed her tits with even more silicone, and she knew she was pretty much at the end of her useful service to them. It might even be her last assignment before they shipped her off to one of the brothels overseas where she would be little more than a set of holes for the cheapest of the men to use.
A snap of the man’s fingers and suddenly everything came into focus once more.
“How are you feeling Kimberly?” he asked.
“Very well, refreshed!” she replied in a peppy tone.
He nodded and then reached out an took hold of the gold chain that ran down between her tits. As soon as his fingers touched it a shiver of pleasure ran through her and she let out a moan as she gave her tits a shake as well.
After a moment she slipped out of the chair and onto her knees, looking up at the man with desperation she finally spoke again, “Please Master, how may your slave serve you?”
The man smiled, sending another shiver through her, then he let go of the chain.
Kimberly blinked several times and then got back up on to the chari and crossed her hands on her lap and waited.
The man smiled again and she returned it.
He then stood up and extended his hand, she placed her’s into it and stood up as well, before he lead her out of the room and to her latest, newest life.
