Mike was working away on his latest novel, glancing down at the clock on his computer every few minutes.

He got up as he heard the quiet knock on the door…

There was a young woman standing there, nervously. Her clothes were torn and generally tatty, and she obviously hadn’t worn makeup for a while, but she was trying to keep herself tidy. Shaking, she reached out a hand to Mike.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here…”, she said, nervously.

“It’s all right, come in”, said Mike. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Walking in, the woman just stood in the lounge, making no effort to take off her denim jacket or sit down. Mike gently took off her jacket for her, then pointed to a seat.

“Please, sit”, he said.

“I can’t…”, the woman said, quietly. “I’m not allowed…”

Mike gently hugged her, steered her to the chair and sat her down.

The result was electric. The woman jumped up again, shrieked and started wailing. “No! I’m not allowed to! I’ll be punished!”

She immediately knelt on the floor alongside the chair, head down, quivering.

Max gently ran his hands through her hair, lifted her head so her eyes were looking into his, then kissed her.

“Eloise, it’s alright. It’s all been arranged.”, he said. “Dry your tears; how can I be cross with you for something I made you do?”

Gently picking Eloise up again, Mike cuddled her.

“Tell you what,”, he said, “let me show you what I really think of you.”

“Why am I behaving like this…?”, Eloise said.

“It’s part of your programming”, Max said. “It’s something we’re going to have to work on. Come with me.”

Max led Eloise into his bedroom. Eloise immediately got on the bed and spread her legs wide.

“No, that’s not what I want you to do”, he said. “I do want you to get undressed, though…”

The next few minutes was spent undressing Eloise. He then collected all her clothes together, including the denim jacket, and threw it all into a black bag.

“You won’t need these anymore”, he said.

Eloise just stood in the bedroom, shivering, trying to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands. For a supposed sex slave, she was behaving very oddly indeed…

Max then got undressed as well. He then led Eloise into the shower…

Max then tenderly, carefully, washed Eloise from top to bottom, including her hair. Eloise arched her back as he did so, loving the attention. This was not what she had expected, either. Max was treating her like a loved one, not a slave. He hadn’t tried to take advantage of her at all.

Eloise still wasn’t sure what she was doing there. She had just received a text, telling her to report to Max’s flat at a certain date and time. A code at the end of the text had, unknowingly to her, made it an order because of the programming in her that had been put into her during her stay at the Clinic.

She had been turned into a Pay on Demand Prostitute by one of the doctors at the Clinic. She had thought she had gone there to help with her psychiatric problems. She hadn’t realised that it was the programming that had made her violent and misbehaving and caused her to be chucked out of her previous flat.

Now living on the streets, Eloise had easily slipped into the life of a prostitute. She just went to a job as soon as she received an address, date, time and the code on her phone. However, something was different about this ‘job’…

Max rubbed Eloise down, drying her off. She almost purred. She loved the way she was being treated. She tried to steer Max back towards the bed, to thank him. To her amazement, Max stopped her.

“You don’t have to do that anymore, unless you want to”, Max said. “I’ve also got something for you.”

Max opened a case at the end of the bed and laid out a set of clothes.

“These should be in your size”, he said.

“I can’t wear these!”, Eloise wailed. “They are way too high class for me. Give me my old clothes back!”

“Too late, they are already in the rubbish”, said Max. “It’s these or go round naked all evening.”

To his amazement, Eloise just sat on the end of the bed.

“Fine. Naked it is, then.”

Minutes passed.

Eloise refused to budge. She had been programmed to be a ‘scruffy slave’, and that was how she was staying. She got so anxious every time Max tried, he was getting worried as well. Finally, he had had enough. He called a number, which answered on the second ring.

“Control, this is Customer 2547”, he said. “I though Slave 1711 had been released. She’s refusing to accept the upgrade.”

“Let me check, sir”, the woman said at the other end of the phone.

She came back in a few seconds.

“1711’s phone must have died”, she said. “We sent the release code. Can you check her phone?”

“Can I see your phone?”, Max asked Eloise.

“Sure”, she said. “Battery is flat, though…!”

“Ah, that explains it”, he said. “Here, let me charge it for you.”

“Thanks, Control”, Max said. “I’ll ring you back if there’s any more problems.”

“No problem”, said the woman, hanging up.

Max charged Eloise’s phone.

All the time, she refused to budge from the end of the bed.

Once it was charged enough, Max turned it on. There was a ping, an incoming message.

Eloise snatched it out of his hands and read the message. Her shoulders immediately relaxed.

“I’m so sorry”, she said. “I didn’t realise you had authorisation.”

She then proceeded to dress in the new clothes; Max left her to tidy herself up. He had left makeup, hairbrush etc. by the dressing table.

He was in the kitchen making drinks when Eloise came out of the bedroom.

She was a vision. Red ankle-length satin dress, 3-inch heels and a pearl necklace. She came into the kitchen and carefully wrapped an arm round Max’s waist.

“You did all this for me, didn’t you?”, she said.

“Of course I did”, said Max. “I wanted my wife back…”

Eloise and Max had been married for five years. There had been a few rough spots, but who doesn’t have them. Then Eloise had had a miscarriage…

Even though she hadn’t brought the baby to term, she had suffered from bad bouts of post-natal depression. Max had come home one evening to find her unconscious on the floor, an empty pill bottle beside her…

He had rushed her to hospital. They had sent her to the clinic.

The clinic had told Max she had discharged herself. She’d just taken off, whereabouts unknown. He had no way of knowing that the Clinic had turned her into a programmable prostitute…

Max had tried to find her for months. He was just about to give up when a dark web friend of his had got in touch, telling him about the sex for hire service. He had been shocked and revolted but, at the same time, was determined to get his wife back.

In the end, he had paid what they wanted and bought her freedom.

Now, Eloise was back with him. Cured of her original problems and free of the Clinic’s extra programming. All, except one little thing…

She was ten times better in bed than before…!