Sammie was walking down the street, happy. She’d just managed to land an exhibition at one of the local galleries and interest was high. She might even sell some pictures this month…

The tall woman, in black with a wide hat, walked past her.

“Strappy Cow”, she said.

Instantly, Sammie changed…

Moaning, trying to talk, her hands shot down to her waist and stayed there. Her stride also shortened, greatly, as if she was struggling to keep from tripping over. Her eyes also darted about, terrified.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. The confident, happy Sammie from just a moment ago had gone completely…

The woman opened the passenger door of her Bentley.

“In you get, my dear”, she said. “And, if you mark anything there will be HELL to pay, not that there isn’t already…”

Whimpering, Sammie got in.

“Stop your snivelling, child, you’ll get streaks on the leather”, the woman said, strapping her in.

She got into the driver’s seat.

“Naptime”, she said.

Sammie was instantly asleep, as the car drove away…

As she drove back to the Manor, Cassandra smiled. She had been told about the new ‘programme’ but found it hard to believe. The firm had offered her a demonstration; the use of one of their ‘assets’ for a trial period. Sammie was the asset…

She had been taken one night when asleep and woken up in tight bondage and gagged. All the time of her ‘treatment’ she had been kept firmly gagged and in chains, never being allowed to talk even once. The treatment had been intensive and invasive, the conditioning permanent. Sammie would never again have true free will of her own; she was now just a plaything for each owner, living a ‘normal’ life in between that had also been programmed for her.

Hypnosis had been combined with strong psychotics, as well as the degrading feel of long-term physical bondage. The first session had taken months, with weekly refreshers once a year.

Cassandra leafed through Sammie’s ‘instruction manual’. The book had all the codewords needed to control her, as well as a description of what each did. Lying back on her satin sheets, in her blood red silk nightdress, she chuckled as she read, finding one that looked fun…

“Sassy Pet”, she called.

Instantly, Sammie bounded into the room and dived into bed with her. She then vanished under her nightgown…

“Ohhh… God…”, Cassandra was moaning, in seconds, as Sammie’s tongue worked hard, teasing, then going full force. Cassandra had never felt an orgasm like that one…!

That made up her mind for her. Stroking Sammie’s head absentmindedly, she phoned the company.

“How much?”, she said. “Permanent ownership…?”

The person on the other end of the phone was a little reluctant; Sammie was one of their most popular assets.

“I can tell why”, Cassandra said, as Sammie started pleasuring her again. With the occasional gasp, she then named a figure that had the person at the other end gasping as well…

The deal was done. Sammie was now hers. All she had to do was bring her in once a year for ‘maintenance and upgrading’, not that there would be much upgrading to do. Sammie was perfect as is. Well, almost perfect, there were two more routines she wanted loaded into her.

Wife, and bodyguard…