Once Angela had finished her meal I was unsure of what to do with her next. Looking at her perfect, naked body was making me hard again but I’d just cum down her throat, so I knew I had to wait, because if I didn’t pace myself I’d surely die of exhaustion. Perhaps ordering her to be naked twenty-four seven was a bad idea…
I couldn’t go back now though, especially considering how quickly she’d got used to her new role in life. It seemed that being forced to walk around naked and eat out of a dog’s bowl was really starting to affect her, and the throat-fucking probably didn’t help either. It was almost surprising how quickly she’d broken, I was sure it would take at least a week to get her to this point, yet here she was, on her hands and knees; looking up at me to tell her what to do next.
“What do you want to do?” I asked curiously.
Angela looked up at me with a confused look on her face. “I… I don’t know sir, I thought you were going to tell me.”
“Alright then, how about we choose your new name?”
“Why would I need a new name?” She asked in a concerned voice.
“To remind you of your place.” I said as I stroked her head. “I want to give you a name that makes it clear that you’re a fuckhole.”
Gently she leaned her head onto my thigh. “Why don’t you just call me ‘Mercy’? Everyone else does.”
“No. That name’s far too elegant for you, it needs to be demeaning. You need to feel humiliated every time you hear it.”
She lifted her eyebrow up. “I don’t know about tha---”
“What about ‘CumSlut’?” I asked eagerly.
“I don’t think that’s---”
“No? How about ‘CockSlave’?”
“I---”
“I’ve got it. ‘Fuckdoll’.”
Suddenly Angela lifted her head up. “No.” She said sternly. “I’m a highly qualified doctor and scientist, you’re not going to call me ‘fuckdoll’.”
“Don’t worry.” I said as I pushed her head back down. “I won’t call you it all the time, just when I feel like it.”
“Fine...” She said reluctantly before falling silent.
As she knelt at my side, her head resting on my thigh I picked up the nearby tablet off the table and began going over the plans for the device that I was working on. As I scrolled through the specifications I’d recently wrote up I stroked Angela’s hair with my freehand, she happily took the affection and even let out a smile, though only briefly.
Once an hour or so had passed and I’d finished checking my work I looked down at my little fuckdoll expecting her to be asleep but she wasn’t, her eyes were closed but she was wide awake and as soon as I moved my leg she sprung to life.
“Are you done?” She asked enthusiastically.
“I am.” I said with a smile.
“Does that mean that we can...”
As her sentenced trailed off, I looked at her with a puzzled gaze.
“We can… what?” I asked.
“Nothing!” She insisted as her cheeks went red.
Deciding to ignore her slip up, I handed her my tablet. “Well I was thinking that you could call the rest of your research team and tell them that you’re going to be taking the next few days off.”
“I’d love to.” She said. “But your ‘no clothes’ rule...”
“What about it?”
“Well I can’t video call them naked, can I?”
I thought for a moment. “I guess you can wear a t-shirt.”
“Are you sure.” She asked.
“Yes… but just a t-shirt, and only for the duration of the call.”
“Thank you sir.” She said with a smile before taking the tablet to her bedroom.
I quickly cleaned up the aftermath from the morning’s fun, namely the puddle of Angela’s saliva along with the various other fluids that adorned the floor, then I followed her upstairs to make sure she wasn’t breaking any rules. As I peaked through the gap in the door I saw her, knelt on the floor in just a white t-shirt with the tablet on the bed; pointed directly at her face.
Out of curiosity I stuck around to see how the conversation was going, when to my surprise I saw Angela begin to cry, before saying “Thank you for telling me.” and ending the call.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“You Liar.” Angela yelled back at me.
“What?” I muttered as I tried to understand her sudden change in temperament.
“You said you wouldn’t post the video if I came.”
Suddenly I realized that I’d forgot to cancel the countdown. “Fuck… no I didn’t mean to---”
“You… you… you’re a bastard.” She cried before putting her pants on.
I tried to think of something to say but I knew that I’d fucked up too much to recover.
“Silence?” She asked as she put her shoes on. “Fine.”
As I wracked my head for the right thing to say she began walking out, I followed her down the stairs and to the door still unable to come up with anything meaningful. Then she opened the door and looked at me.
“Goodbye.” She said as tears ran down her face.
I couldn’t go back now though, especially considering how quickly she’d got used to her new role in life. It seemed that being forced to walk around naked and eat out of a dog’s bowl was really starting to affect her, and the throat-fucking probably didn’t help either. It was almost surprising how quickly she’d broken, I was sure it would take at least a week to get her to this point, yet here she was, on her hands and knees; looking up at me to tell her what to do next.
“What do you want to do?” I asked curiously.
Angela looked up at me with a confused look on her face. “I… I don’t know sir, I thought you were going to tell me.”
“Alright then, how about we choose your new name?”
“Why would I need a new name?” She asked in a concerned voice.
“To remind you of your place.” I said as I stroked her head. “I want to give you a name that makes it clear that you’re a fuckhole.”
Gently she leaned her head onto my thigh. “Why don’t you just call me ‘Mercy’? Everyone else does.”
“No. That name’s far too elegant for you, it needs to be demeaning. You need to feel humiliated every time you hear it.”
She lifted her eyebrow up. “I don’t know about tha---”
“What about ‘CumSlut’?” I asked eagerly.
“I don’t think that’s---”
“No? How about ‘CockSlave’?”
“I---”
“I’ve got it. ‘Fuckdoll’.”
Suddenly Angela lifted her head up. “No.” She said sternly. “I’m a highly qualified doctor and scientist, you’re not going to call me ‘fuckdoll’.”
“Don’t worry.” I said as I pushed her head back down. “I won’t call you it all the time, just when I feel like it.”
“Fine...” She said reluctantly before falling silent.
As she knelt at my side, her head resting on my thigh I picked up the nearby tablet off the table and began going over the plans for the device that I was working on. As I scrolled through the specifications I’d recently wrote up I stroked Angela’s hair with my freehand, she happily took the affection and even let out a smile, though only briefly.
Once an hour or so had passed and I’d finished checking my work I looked down at my little fuckdoll expecting her to be asleep but she wasn’t, her eyes were closed but she was wide awake and as soon as I moved my leg she sprung to life.
“Are you done?” She asked enthusiastically.
“I am.” I said with a smile.
“Does that mean that we can...”
As her sentenced trailed off, I looked at her with a puzzled gaze.
“We can… what?” I asked.
“Nothing!” She insisted as her cheeks went red.
Deciding to ignore her slip up, I handed her my tablet. “Well I was thinking that you could call the rest of your research team and tell them that you’re going to be taking the next few days off.”
“I’d love to.” She said. “But your ‘no clothes’ rule...”
“What about it?”
“Well I can’t video call them naked, can I?”
I thought for a moment. “I guess you can wear a t-shirt.”
“Are you sure.” She asked.
“Yes… but just a t-shirt, and only for the duration of the call.”
“Thank you sir.” She said with a smile before taking the tablet to her bedroom.
I quickly cleaned up the aftermath from the morning’s fun, namely the puddle of Angela’s saliva along with the various other fluids that adorned the floor, then I followed her upstairs to make sure she wasn’t breaking any rules. As I peaked through the gap in the door I saw her, knelt on the floor in just a white t-shirt with the tablet on the bed; pointed directly at her face.
Out of curiosity I stuck around to see how the conversation was going, when to my surprise I saw Angela begin to cry, before saying “Thank you for telling me.” and ending the call.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“You Liar.” Angela yelled back at me.
“What?” I muttered as I tried to understand her sudden change in temperament.
“You said you wouldn’t post the video if I came.”
Suddenly I realized that I’d forgot to cancel the countdown. “Fuck… no I didn’t mean to---”
“You… you… you’re a bastard.” She cried before putting her pants on.
I tried to think of something to say but I knew that I’d fucked up too much to recover.
“Silence?” She asked as she put her shoes on. “Fine.”
As I wracked my head for the right thing to say she began walking out, I followed her down the stairs and to the door still unable to come up with anything meaningful. Then she opened the door and looked at me.
“Goodbye.” She said as tears ran down her face.
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She looked at me in a dazed state. “Where am I…?”
“Did you forget already?” I asked as I patted her head. “You…
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Angela smiled as I answered. “It’s nice to meet you Mister…?”
“Mr. Abraham.”
She looked down. “Sorry, I just have a lot of names to remember.”
“It’s fine.” I replied. “You must have hundreds of donators, you can’t be expected to remember all of them personally.”
“No…
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“This is barbaric.” She shouted as I entered the room. “You’ve kept me here for four hours without so much as a glass of water.”
“Calm down.” I replied delicately. “I brought you some food.”
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“Hey doc, nee…
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