I know, I know, but…

Since Mindy had gone to work with her gag in, her employers decided to make sure that she didn’t have to talk at all while she was at work. Their first step was to remove her telephone, and re-route all her calls to other workers. Their next step was to reassign her to tasks that required little thought and no interaction.

She became a file clerk over night.

She still had computer access and was able to do some email exchanges with her co-workers, but this move was a definite move down the corporate ladder for her. She took a cut in her pay, and had to move from the cubicle she had to a room that was wall-to-wall file folders. She still retained the alphabet and her numbering skills, so her work wasn’t affected by the restrictions put on her by the appliances.

She received emails asking for certain files, which she would find in the stacks of folders, she would pull those files and inserting a place holder. Then she would leave the required file in the mailbox of the person requesting it. Later she would pick up the box of files that were returned to her and put them in their proper places. It was very simple work, but it seemed that was all she was good for now.

She consoled herself when she realized that she hadn’t gotten fired.

As days drifted into weeks and the weeks became months, she got used to the work at her office. No one was friends with her, no one talked to her, and Mindy wound up wearing her gag all the time. Truth to tell, she had forgotten how to take it out.

Weekly she would restrain herself severely and activate the “Black Button” to torment her and give her the only relief she would get. Multiple orgasms became normal for her. Things became routine.

Even her time at Corporation had become routine. She would go there, she would be ordered around, displayed, ordered to perform various sexual practices, restrained like a prized animal and then it would repeat. She had given almost everyone who worked there a blowjob at one time or another, and she found herself enjoying and craving that more and more. Anyone who worked for the corporation could order her around and give her commands through her remote.

She was required to take vacation time from her normal job to work at the Chasti PermaLock offices one month. She was worried about the extended time she would be spending in the Corporation. But she had been informed via email that it was time for her to start doing more for her owners. It was then that she realized that a faceless corporation actually DID own her. When that thought hit her mind, she got hot, horny and scared all at the same time.

After ten addictive days of working in their offices, filing papers, giving hand and blowjobs, being unlocked and taken by anyone and everyone, put in restraints and fondled was maddening. Once that time was over and she had to go back to her ordinary boring regular work she didn’t want to go.

It started on Friday afternoon and she would spend it running, carrying things, obeying everyone while being trained by their controls.

The afternoon she arrived, she immediately checked in and turned in her remote. She handed it to the Security Guard in the lobby as she came in. He smiled at her, wrote down some information from the back of the remote, put it in a safe that he kept behind the desk. He then entered in some numbers into a computer, and she was now “owned” by the entire Corporation. There was a program that could do everything her remote did, and it was accessible from any computer in the building, even the public ones.

She bowed to the guard and went to the basement staging area to start her time. There she was leashed by her trainer for the duration and led to a small open cubicle.

“This is your assigned rest area when not on duty. You will return here or be punished. Do you understand?”

Mindy shook her head no vigorously. She didn’t want to be punished. Punished was bad it hurt. She shuddered delicately.

The trainer ordered her to sit on a pedestal that seemed to be the only furnishing in the cubicle at the moment. When Mindy did so, she felt her body lock into place, just like it did to her black box.

“Your daily schedule will download to your appliance each morning. If you are not here to get it you will be punished. You want to get it. If you do well at night you will get a treat. You want a treat it is good. You want to be good. Don’t you?”

Mindy nodded yes as fast as she could and smiled. She had a pretty smile.

“Good girl!” The trainer pressed a button and Mindy received a small pleasure jolt. “Now the schedule is finished and your outfit is selected. Time for you to get busy with your day’s chores little Mindy!”

The trainer gave a soft tug on Mindy’s leash and she stood up. The trainer led her at a quick trot to an elevator and touched the handle of the leash to Mindy’s collar. “See you later lucky girl!” and Mindy felt a quick pinch on her ass.

In the highly polished reflection of the elevator doors Mindy could see what “outfit” had been chosen for her.

Her body form looked like a very brief uniform with seven-inch heels, a skirt that could only be described as a wide belt that didn’t even cover her hips entirely, a corset that presented her breasts as though they were being offered to whomever she was standing in front of, and a little hat that carhops usually wore in the 1950’s. This was her “service” uniform, and she was over being embarrassed by it now.

She reported to the corporate cafeteria and grabbed her tray. At this point her duties were to take the dinner to those employees who were still working and had requested dinner from the cafeteria. She would deliver it in as slutty a manner as she could, and do anything else they ordered her to do.

She still had her mouth plug in so she couldn’t speak or protest. Even though she moved as fast as she possibly could to do anything she was told to, or even hinted they wanted her to do something, there were some who decided to “encourage” her with the punishment options.

One Vice President was particularly sadistic. He would snap an order out to her, and his fingers would be poised over the keyboard. Less than a second after giving the order, he would hit a button to punish her for not being fast enough to complete it.

Mindy knew that there was a scale of punishment shocks, from 1 to 10. She had not experimented with the different levels, so she didn’t know what they felt like. When he used the shock program on her she would twitch and jerk from the amount of pain she was in uncontrollably. Mindy thought he must surely be pressing at least the 7 button.

That one man, that one horrendous man, would hit those buttons and she would shriek into her gag in pain she dreaded serving him silently weeping on her way to his office. She went as slowly as she dared go.

This weekend was not to be an exception. She brought his food to him from the Cafeteria and served him as she should. She bent over the desk, shoving her ass toward the door and letting her breasts touch his desk, not even pretending that there was anything covering them. She held the silver tray with his food out, and gently set it on his desk. She then had to wait in that position until she felt him tap her head.

Once he did that she was free to stand up and take the tray back in her hand and stand quietly to the side, ready to do anything he wanted. She spent a lot of time hoping that he wouldn’t want anything.

A few times she tried to anticipate his requests by moving and getting him a drink before he ordered her to, but those never worked out. He would invariably tell her that she screwed up and that he wanted another drink which she had not prepared. The most ‘memorable’ time was when she prepared his Scotch and Soda, as he always asked for, and he decided that he wanted Iced Tea. As she ran back to the bar to get it, he punished her with multiple shocks, so many that she fell down spilling the drink.

The shocks were unimaginable in their viciousness and intensity. Mindy had never known she could hurt so much. When she regained consciousness, she found out that she spilled the drink, crashed into the bar and spilled the ice, and now she had to clean the spills as well as serve and service him. She was crying in pain and terror when she left there three hours later. He blamed her for dropping the drink, not anticipating the Iced Tea, and for passing out. She carried the bruises for a week and a half from the beating he inflicted on her.

It was unfair, but such was the life of a slave and she had not only asked for it, she has signed an ironclad contract.

On this occasion, she was allowed to leave the Vice President’s presence after serving his meal and preparing his drink. He, of course, had bent her over his desk and fucked her hard, then put her chastity plug back in and dismissed her. She escaped as fast as she could since she knew he was looking for an excuse to abuse her again.

She didn’t know how to react to being taken like that. Certainly her body responded as though she were enjoying it, enthusiastically shoving against his member, clenching her vaginal muscles, groaning if she had her gag out, nipples getting hard and so on. She would never be allowed to orgasm while being taken like that and that was fine. But she wondered if it could be called ‘rape’. She was being taken against her will, she was not allowed to say “no” to anyone in the corporation and by obeying she was rewarded. She craved the rewards and willingly did whatever it took to receive them. So, was it rape? It was too complex for her to think about any more.

She served in the building, going from the CEO’s office, to the lowest basement, taking food at meal times and anything else to and fro, or filing and giving sexual relief the rest of her day. Some of the ordinary workers also took advantage of her, opening up her plugs and invading her with their fingers or tongues.

Going into Research and Development was frightening for her. She understood that she was something of a “test subject” with regards to her appliances, and they seemed to enjoy finding ways to make her even more intensely aware of her condition than she already was. On one memorable occasion the research team removed the plug she had in her vagina, and replaced it with a plug that was 3/4 smaller. It was designed not only to be smaller and less obtrusive, but also make her vagina even tighter than it was. She felt as though she had a terrible case of cramps for the entire time she wore it, as it worked the muscles of her vagina to insure the next male to take her will have a very tight fit.

When they were done and returned her ordinary plug, it nearly didn’t fit. She remembered them laughing as they tried to push it in and it wouldn’t go.

She had come to the conclusion that the people in this corporation were all evil sadists. She was given jobs that were impossible to do, punished when she couldn’t do them, and at random times, she was rewarded for nothing so that she would mess up while she was concentrating and thus earn more punishment.

There was one secretary, however, who seemed to understand this. She was unfailingly nice to Mindy, giving her compliments and rewarding her through the program as she was allowed to. Mindy loved kneeling between her legs and licking her cunt in response. She tried to imagine what it would be like to be owned by this girl. But a 20 year old didn’t have enough money to buy Mindy and she knew it.

Once, before she moved on to her next assignment, Mindy had asked that secretary for a favor. The secretary smiled once she heard it, and then turned to her computer and used it to close up the throat pouch in Mindy’s throat, so she could hold liquids without swallowing them. She then orgasmed into Mindy’s mouth, letting her juices pour down Mindy’s tongue and palate. She made sure that Mindy was okay, and then put her oral chastity in place to hold it there. Mindy smiled behind her gag. She knew that she would taste that sweet nectar for hours.

At the board meeting on Thursday, she was under the table servicing all the board members. To her they were just penises and scents, not people. She found it easy to slurp and suck, and then finally swallow all the cum as it came gushing out. There were a couple other girls under the table with her, but they weren’t as good as she was.

At night, either she was literally put on her pedestal or put to work servicing the nighttime staff. The security people, the IT people, the cleaning crew and so on were all to be pleased if she wasn’t locked up.

Finally the ten day vacation was over. She spent her time at home thinking about all that had happened to her. She hoped that she could find an owner like the secretary and not so much like that vice president.

She went back to her old job and found that she just didn’t care about it anymore. She went through the motions, she filed and retrieved files, but she didn’t care about doing it well or even if the files got done.

She arrived home that night to find an email on her personal account. It was from the Corporation.

Slave Mindy,

It is with great pleasure that we inform you that you will be serving as a “test doll” for one of our prospective customers. As you logged into our site and tried all the improvements out on a 3D model, you will now serve in the same capacity. Additions and subtractions from your basic outfit will be at their discretion, they will issue you commands and you will obey them.

You will never meet this person, but you will obey them all the same. Your apartment will be under 24-hour surveillance and we will be adding any equipment they chose to have. Your normal schedule will change to what they want you to do.

As part of the legally binding contract you signed when you were given your devices and payment for those same devices that are on you and in your apartment, you will now serve in this capacity, as stated in Section 4, paragraph 1, 2, and 3.

John Winter

Manager, Online models

She stared at the email. She remembered how aroused she had been when she had first logged on to the Chasti PermaLock site. Vaguely she wondered if a born male or female would use her as a model.

As she read the email, things started activating in her body to stimulate her. By the time she had finished the email, she was close to orgasm. She was ready to belong to someone, and maybe this would allow her to be owned. Perhaps the person on the other end would contact her and buy her.

In the next two hours several pieces of equipment were brought in. She had no idea what they were for, but she accepted that they would be part of her life for now.

One of them, she was told, was a “queening chair”. It was a box that had a space for her neck and an opening where her face was. Apparently when locked into position, her face would be in someone’s crotch where she would either lick them and pleasure them, or she would take in their refuse. She couldn’t believe that someone wanted her to literally eat shit. She nearly threw up at the thought.

Another box was designed so that she would be in it, completely confined in a very painful position, with her hands on the outside on the north and south side, her head sticking out of a hole in the top, and her feet sticking out of the bottom of the East side of the box. That meant all her weight would be on her knees and supported by her neck. She couldn’t for the life of her imagine what this was for.

The technicians also removed her bed and brought in a smaller one, the mattress lifted to reveal a cutout of a human body. One of the techs took her in hand and laid her down into the cutout, and closed the bed down. Her entire body was immediately immobile, and her face was sticking out a hole in the bed. Her gag was removed and set aside and finally the bed was made. She heard the lights click off and the doors close.

She had no idea what the hell was going on. But soon there was the sound of a door opening and someone coming into the room. The covers were pulled back and she could see again. The secretary she had liked so much was standing there, also with a collar, a vaginal plug and an oral plug in.

Mindy didn’t know what to think. This was her new owner? But as the secretary bent closer, her collar revealed “Test Subject Brenda”. Apparently she wasn’t a willing party to this either.

Brenda placed herself in the bed, her crotch right at Mindy’s mouth. Soon Mindy was encouraged to start licking the silver shield of the chastity plug in front of her, at which point her mouth became stuck to it. The plug dissolved and flowed down around her mouth and head, attaching her to Brenda’s cunt. Mindy could now taste Brenda again, and she started licking enthusiastically.

She felt Brenda stiffen and begin to get aroused, and Mindy had to swallow quickly to keep the sweet pussy juices from smothering her.

Hours later, Brenda still hadn’t cum, and Mindy had not been allowed to stop paying attention to her. When Brenda eventually moved the plug reformed in her pussy, and Mindy was finally able to see that the sun was up. Brenda started moving around the room and getting dressed. She released Mindy from the bed and motioned for her to get ready for the day herself.

Mindy tried to get on her pony gear, but the wardrobe that contained her beloved harness and hooves had been removed. In its place was just a blank wall. So Mindy went to the treadmill to exercise. The treadmill too was gone. They had really made some changes. Mindy felt like crying.

Brenda showed Mindy the “pink slip” that had been delivered by messenger from her former employers. Apparently her work had become so shoddy that she was fired. There was a small box of her personal possessions accompanying the note, and Mindy tried to cry.

Now what would she do? She had no job to pay for the electricity, the food, the Internet, the apartment, nothing. How could she get a job like wearing her Chasti PermaLock and with her diminished mind?

Brenda brought her back into the bedroom and dressed Mindy in the “service uniform” that she wore at the Corporation.

Brenda wasn’t able to say anything, but she held Mindy for a few minutes before attaching a leash to her collar and leading her out the door. Brenda picked up the “Master Remote” on her way out.

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Mini-Biography:  Joy is a transvestite who has been using her stories as a form of therapy. At this point she has no desire to undergo the full transition, but that might change some day. Read more about her story at My Story on this site.

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