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She had no notion of time passing. But eventually, the funny smell was gone. The glass door remained shut, but now turned opaque. The inside of the compartment was completely dark. The programmed slave girl waited passively, without curiosity, as her compartment moved this way and that. Perhaps it slid out from the wall. Perhaps it was picked up by a robotic crane. Perhaps it was moved by people or a hand truck… she had no idea. She didn’t care. She was happy in her box. Krissa wanted her in the box, so she was happy to be there. She hoped Mr. Faust and Krissa would give her more orders soon. She was ready to serve.

Was she in traffic? She wasn’t sure. Maybe she was in the back of a van, maybe not. She was horny. She wanted to be touched. But part of her programming had been to instruct her not to play with herself without a direct command. Maybe Mr. Faust would touch her. Her eager slave body ached to be touched, to be used. She hoped he would find her pleasing.

More motion, being moved in different directions in different ways. And then finally the door to her compartment opened. She was a good girl, so she didn’t immediately scramble out of the compartment. She blinked, adjusting to the light, and waited for instructions.

“Come on out, honey. On your hands and knees,” Krissa’s voice instructed. She eagerly obeyed. Every time she obeyed a command, something funny happened. She felt a warm glow, like she had just made someone proud of her, someone she respected very much. But she also felt intense arousal in her pussy, as if a vibrator had just been used on her. Both the arousal and emotional satisfaction felt so very good. She would do anything to feel that again. She loved obeying. She didn’t care how she might look - sweaty and disheveled, on hands and knees, her massive tits falling out of her blouse, her skirt far too short for the position she was in.

“Follow me.” And off Krissa walked with her perfect, graceful sway. They were in some kind of beautiful mansion. The slave girl liked it. But she would be happy anywhere Krissa or Mr. Faust told her to be. The slave girl tried her best to keep up with Krissa, but it was hard to move quickly on hands and knees.

Krissa guided her to an odd room. There were many full-length mirrors. An obscene amount of clothing was on hangers in every direction - it felt like stepping inside a celebrity’s walk-in closet. But there were also three large cages on the floor. Four other girls were in the room. One seemed to be napping in one of the cages. Another was looking in a mirror and fiddling with her lingerie. Another girl was naked, on tiptoe, her hands bound over her head, while the final girl was gently licking and sucking her nipple.

Krissa clapped her hands and the girls all came to attention, looking her way. “Girls, meet your new sister. This is Six.” The girls waved - well, except for the one in bondage. Krissa pointed to each one in turn as she called out their number. “Five. Four. Three. Two.” Finally she put her hand on her own chest. “I am One. Master- who you knew as Mr. Faust - has use for me at Hand Up. But in this house, he calls me One. We are his slaves. You sleep here, in the cages, with another girl. I decide who sleeps with who each night, unless Master has specific requests. I also decide what set of outfits we wear each day… maid costumes, bikinis, babydoll lingerie, cocktail dresses… again, unless Master has specific requests. Girls, let’s get ready for the New Year’s Eve party tonight.” She went to a hanger and grabbed something small, silver and sparkly. “Six, this should fit you - but first, shower.”

All six girls went to a large shower in an adjoining room. They soaped each other up and rinsed everyone else off. It felt amazing to the slave girl now known as Six. Beautiful girls all around her. Gentle, loving hands on her. Surrounded by her slave sisters. She felt like she belonged. She felt loved and supported.

And she also felt incredibly turned on. All of these girls were gorgeous. She had never had a sexual experience with another girl in her life. Sure, she noticed when other girls were attractive, but usually while feeling some envy. There was none of that now. Seeing her slave sisters make out with each other was a shot of arousal right through her very core.

But One hurried them along, saying they didn’t have much time to prepare - and reminding them that they could never cum. Not without Master’s direct order.

They toweled each other off, getting plenty handsy with each other. Six enjoyed squeezing and caressing Three’s tits while drying her. She had considered trying it with One, but didn’t dare. Not yet.

They got dressed. The outfits consisted of tiny bandeau tops and miniskirts open on one side - more like loincloths than skirts. Both were sparkly and silver and very pretty. Six marveled at how gorgeous her sisters all looked. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was amazed. She felt so pretty! She had the sort of body she had always dreamed of - she didn’t even recognize herself. From head to toe, every inch of her had altered, making her perfect.

“Come along, girls. We need to get ready for the party,” One instructed.

The slave girls hurried along to prepare. In no time at all they were standing around one of the mansion’s large rooms, carrying serving trays with snacks and beverages. No guests had arrived yet, but they waited patiently as instructed. Perfect pretty statues, waiting for the opportunity to serve.

Once guests appeared they were kept quite busy. Each giggling, gorgeous girl was eager to please as much as she could, attending to every guest’s needs. Six had wondered if the guests would grope her in her ridiculously skimpy outfit. They all looked, but none touched. She felt disappointed - but then she realized that Master had likely instructed them to keep their hands off his property. That made her feel better. She still wished someone would touch her. The acts of service made her body tingle all over with intense arousal. She felt like a good spank or nipple twist might make her cum right then and there. If it wasn’t for the command and brainwashing to not touch herself without permission, she would be rubbing herself right there in front of everyone.

It was almost midnight when Master and One came over to her. She trembled with anticipation. She had seen him around the party, but she knew her place. She was a slave. Her role was not to approach Master and start up a casual conversation. Her heart was beating faster. God, she hoped he would give her commands.

“Come with me, One, Six.”

Yesss. Her knees felt weak, but she managed to hurry along behind him. She found herself moving in a narrow, hip-swinging graceful stride like One. She had never walked that way before. Now she was keenly aware that it drew attention to her hips with every step. She loved it. She loved looking sexy for Master’s pleasure.

They were guided into a side room. Master closed the door, smirking at them. “Remind me, One, what were her goals? What did she ask for?”

“Master, she asked to live in a nice home, to enjoy her job, to not worry about bills, to look sexy, to wear cute outfits, to laugh every day, and to be with a man who would give her physical affection but take charge of her.”

“Hmm. I trust my home is nice enough,” Master said with an expansive gesture around the room. “Do you enjoy your job as my house slave, Six?”

“Oh yes, Master!”

“You won’t ever have to worry your pretty little head about bills. Money is irrelevant to you. You just serve.”

“Yes, Master!”

“And you look very, very sexy. I love your tits.”

“Thank you, Master!”

“And what about the outfits? Are they cute enough?”

“Yessss Master!”

One smiled. “When she saw the clothes racks in the slave room, I thought her eyes would pop out of her head. She will love dressing up for you every day, Master.”

“And you are going to smile and laugh for me every day. You’ll be my happy, giggly, bimbo slave. Isn’t that right, Six?”

Six giggled. “Yes, Master!”

“And you wanted a man who will take charge of you, who will touch you, who will give you affection and discipline.” In two long strides Master was right in front of her. He gripped her hair tightly and tilted her hair back. She moaned. No guy had ever manhandled her like that, but the thrill of the firm commanding touch was electric. Master kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. “I am that man.” Then he pulled back. “I think we’ve satisfied all your requests… new year, brand new you. Are you a happy customer, Six?”

“Ohhh… yes, Master!”

“One, come here. I want to kiss you at midnight. I can hear the party guests counting down now.” She immediately moved to be by his side. “Six, now it’s time for you to get on your knees and satisfy me,” Mr. Faust said, unzipping his pants.

“Yes, Master!” Six quickly complied, sinking gracefully to her knees and looking up at him eagerly. She licked her lips. She could already feel her pussy tingling. Nothing gave her more pleasure than obeying her owner. She opened her mouth and waited eagerly.

“Happy New Year, Six,” Master said before pulling One close and kissing her deeply. His erect manhood dangled in front of Six’s open mouth.

Six replied, “Happy New MMPHmmm!”