Just as a small piece of context for this particular story. The story centers around the main character, "Kaitlyn." Who long ago, used to be a man, but handed over their rights and wealth to a company which is slowly turning them into a perfect fuck-doll for their own pleasure.

They live now under the permanent control of a corporation which has decided that the best thing for Kaitlyn is to be feminised into a perfect bimbo slut, to spend the rest of her days being pleasured out of her mind.

A soft pleasurable moan slips quietly from your mouth as the masseuse gently eases away any tension which might have accumulated in your shoulders. The tall beautiful latina who goes by Melinda, is a master of her craft and you can feel yourself drifting away as her skillful hands work their magic. Unlike you, whose bare smooth pale skin glistens with a fine coating of oil, Melinda is dressed the same was she usually is when you see her, in a pair of snug white leggings which hugged her curves and tight matching white crop top which shows off both a generous serving of cleavage as well as a strip of her toned midriff.

You’re just beginning to wonder if there is a single unrelaxed muscle in your body left when you hear the familiar sound of high heels on hardwood approaching at a steady pace. You don’t try to look up. Although you’re curious about who it might be, you know from long experience that you needn’t concern yourself with your own schedule, the company is here to look after you and your inquiries would only get in the way. Besides, your wrists and ankles are handcuffed to each corner of the massage table and you’re faced away from the entrance. It’s doubtful you could see the high heeled wearing newcomer, even if you did look up.

“Miss Melinda?” a familiar voice asks, “I’ve been instructed to inform you that Tiffany has a training session at six thirty and she’ll need at least an hour of preparation.” You recognise the voice as belonging to one of the service submissives that the company employs, a short blonde asian girl named Min.

“Hello Min, that’s no problem. I’m almost finished with Tiffany now, so you can wait here” Melinda answered with a smile in her voice.

“Thank you Miss Melinda” Min answers chirpily, you hear some more stilettos on hardwood as Min moves around the room before silence returns to the room.

“Time to turn over Tiffany” Melinda says, addressing you for the first time today since she told you to strip off your clothes and lie face down on the table. One at a time, Melinda undoes your restraints, before reattaching them in your new, faceup position. As she works, you obediently turn over and look up at Melinda as her skillful hands begin to work oil across your torso. There’s much less pressure being applied now, and you get the sense that Melinda is just working the oil into the remainder of your body, wherever she didn’t have access to before. Eventually, her hands come to your huge fake tits and you can’t help but let another quiet moan slip from between your lips as her magic hands spread the glistening oil across your sensitive enlarged chest. Melinda’s hands feel heavenly on your heavy fake tits, and as she works you can feel your clitty start to harden. As she steps back from the table, you feel her give your nipples a playful tweak.

“Alrighty Min, she’s all yours” Melinda says with a note of finality, “I hope you enjoy your session this evening Tiffany, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.”

You open your mouth to thank Melinda for the massage, but Min takes this as her cue to step forward and place a ball gag into your open mouth. You swallow your words and relax your jaw as Min gently lifts your head to fasten the gag in place, making sure to pull your hair out of the way. Working with practised ease, Min unfastens your wrists from the massage table before handcuffing your hands behind your back. 

As she works you have a chance to take in Min’s outfit for the day. She’s dressed neck to toe in a skin tight translucent black latex bodysuit, a look which is completed by black latex high heeled boots. Her dead straight bronde hair flows to her waist and a collar which denotes her status as a service submissive is, as usual, locked in place around her neck. You’ve never been able to figure out where the company finds quite so many amazingly gorgeous women. Min’s face would be stunning without makeup, but you’ve never seen her in anything less than a full face of makeup, artfully applied blush, perfectly contoured eyebrows, eyeliner sculpted to perfection and beautiful long lashes.

Similarly, her figure would look gorgeous in almost anything, but Min appears to spend almost all her days dressed in tight latex outfits which show off her perky breasts and more than generous ass. The translucent latex also lets you see the ‘pleasure belt’ the service submissives wear. Each one is customised for its user, but common features often include powerful integrated vibrators and plugs, all of which are controlled remotely. It isn’t uncommon to see a service submissive go suddenly weak at the knees if they’ve earned a reward.

Finally, Min undoes the restraints around your ankles and you’re largely mobile, “This way Tiffany” Min instructs, and turns to lead you away. You follow, although you know the path to the elevator well by now. The upper levels are similar to this one and include accommodation, relaxation and spa facilities. But you know that that isn’t where you’re headed now. No, your training sessions take place in the basement, and so it is no surprise when Min presses ‘B1’ on the control panel and you feel the elevator descend.

The doors open and you’re greeted by another familiar sight. Natasha and Iris aren’t the only stylists that the company employs, but they seem to be the two most often assigned to you. Both women have an intense presence, and are glamorous in the extreme. Iris speaks with a faint but distinctly eastern european accent and has deep blue eyes which are impossible to avoid getting lost in. Natasha on the other hand, is a shorter dark haired middle eastern lady who has curves which seem to threaten the very integrity of any outfit she squeezes her way into.

Both women are dressed in the signature white scrubs with black trim. In a lot of cases, scrubs can be loose fitting and rather plain, but the stark white and black outfits which company stylists wear are either by the stylists choice, or possibly by company mandate, always extremely form fitting. They smile in unison upon seeing you and sweep you out of the elevator into one the large dressing rooms off the main hall.

Apparently Min has been assigned to accompany you for the entirety of this evening, rather than just to fetch you, as she follows the three of you into the dressing room. Each dressing room is different and contains a variety of outfits and styles, but you spend the majority of your preparation time in this dressing room, the latex room. One thing all the dressing rooms have in common is several sets of restraints, built into the floors, walls and ceilings.

“Ah, Tiffany,” Natasha intones in her entrancing voice, “Let us see what they have planned for you this evening, shall we?” Natasha produces an envelope which she tears open carefully and begins scanning. Iris undoes the handcuffs around your wrists and refastens them to the hardpoints on the ceiling, leaving you stark naked with your hands secured comfortably above your head. After ensuring you’re not going anywhere, Iris joins Natasha and the two women read together in silence. By the time they reach the bottom of the page of instructions, both women have slightly wide eyes and sly smiles sliding across their defined features.

“Looks like you’re in for quite an exciting evening Tiffany” Iris says fondly, “We’ll have to get started immediately on that though if she’s going to be ready by six” she adds, pointing to a particular line of the instructions.

Natasha nods thoughtfully before addressing Min, “Min, fetch box two-twelve” she instructs crisply, before turning to search through one of the large racks of latex outfits which line the room. Occasionally, the stylists are left to their own devices and are instructed to create suitable outfits within certain perimetres. On other occasions, like today it seems, the company's instructions are precise and specify what articles of clothing you’re to be required to wear, right down to the way your hair is to be styled.

As Natasha continues her search of the racks, Min returns with an ‘accessory box’ as Iris saunters over to you with a pair of long latex stockings.

“Open the box and take out the first item Min, only keep it out of Tiffany’s view, we’ve been instructed not to show her” Iris orders, bending to kneel at your feet. Min retreats out of your view while Iris begins working one of the stockings up your smooth, hairless leg. As is common, a combination of the anticipation of what is coming as well as the slick feeling of the latex slowly climbing your leg causes your clitty to stir, and start to slowly harden.

As Iris finishes your first stocking she notices your semi-hard clitty and giggles to herself, “Oh you’re such an incorrigible little slut aren’t you Tiffany?” she remarks playfully, the obvious pride in her voice fills you with a strange warm feeling.

“Yes, that one there” Iris says with a nod directed at Min, just outside your field of vision, “You know what to do! Get started!” she adds with just a hint of urgency in her voice.

“Yes Miss Iris, right away” you hear Min call from behind you, and after a moment you feel the ever familiar sensation of a lubricated finger pressing gently at the entrance to your slut-hole.

“Just relax Tiffany, you know we’ll take care of you” Iris says comfortingly as she finishes with your second stocking. As always, the latex feels perfectly snug against your smooth skin. With the stockings in place, Iris walks away, presumably to gather other aspects of your outfit and you make sure to relax your slut-hole, allowing Min’s fingers to squirm its way inside you with relative ease. Your clitty rapidly hardens as Min explores your slut-hole with a great deal of enthusiasm and skill.

“You should play with her clitty too Min” Natasha calls, as she returns from her search through the racks, “They want her to be nice and excited by the time he’s delivered to the Mistress”

You hear a quiet chirp of glee from behind you, and one of Min’s hands quickly snakes around your waist to play with your hard clitty. Despite her excitement, Min is an experienced service submissive, and knows her role well. She grips your length with just one finger and her thumb and begins nice long slow strokes of your sensitive clitty. You feel a soft needy whimper slip from between your lips, and almost as if it was the signal she was waiting for, Min’s fingers slip from inside you. They’re quickly replaced by a small butt plug, which Min eases gently inside you. Your slut-hole has been well trained, and the plug doesn’t pose any difficulty for you, but it is slightly larger than your usual starting plug, they must be trying to work you up to quite a large size this evening…

With your slut-hole pleasantly filled, your clitty is now fully hard, and Min shuffled around in front of you for better access to it. She begins to use her whole hand to give you long gentle strokes, each one combining with the satisfying fullness in your rear to send jolts of pleasure up your body.

With Min’s work well underway, Iris unshackles one of your hands in order to slide a long latex glove up your arm. As she finishes the first one she looks up into your eyes and gives one of your large sensitive breasts a squeeze and you suck in an involuntary breath.

Your whole body is always so sensitive and the company’s employees always seem to know when you’ve become just distracted enough to be surprised and choose that moment to give you a jolt of pleasure to ground you again.

Natasha returns with a latex garment in her arms. “I’m a big fan of this one” she says, her comments addressed to Iris as they work together to straighten the garment out.

“Very revealing, perfect for our sexy little slut here” Iris agrees. The latex top in question has a zipper and no sleeves, so without needing to undo your restraints, the two women work together to slowly stretch the latex around your curvy torso. They manage to get the bottom of the zipper around your thin waist without too much difficulty, but it takes both women working in tandem to squeeze your enormous fake tits together long enough to get the zipper past them. 

You can’t help but moan lewdly as the two women manhandle your breasts into position, Min seems to notice your increase in arousal and slows her pace slightly. She knows better than to let you cum without permission.

Now that it’s on you, you can see the top with more clarity, it’s a sleeveless latex halter top which ends at about your waist and includes a built in garter belt which Iris and Natasha quickly clip to your stockings.

“Do you think the zipper will hold?” Iris asks, her brow furrowed slightly. You can see why she asks, your huge tits look to be stretching the top almost beyond maximum capacity.

Natasha shrugs, a smile on her lips, “What does it matter? We’re not exactly concerned with her modesty.

Iris laughs in response, nodding in agreement, “True, what’s the worst that can happen? Her tits burst out? Might actually be a good thing.”

All of a sudden, you feel Min’s hand leave your clitty and after a moment of nothing, you feel what you assume is Min gently easing the small plug out of your slut-hole. The empty feeling that it leaves behind bothers you for just a moment before you feel a much larger plug slide gently in to replace it. This plug is significantly larger than the last, at least half as long again and a soft moan escapes your lips as your slut-hole adjusts to the feeling of the new intruder. Your moans only intensify as Min’s hand returns to your clitty and her long firm strokes resume.

Having clothed your torso, the two women take out a pair of latex boots. They’re knee high boots with heels that are so dramatic, you doubt that you can walk in them. This seems to be an increasingly frequent occurrence in your training sessions, once you’re dressed your outfits have been so impractical you have to be helped into position. With the smooth efficiency of professionals, they work the latex boots up your latex coated thighs before pulling the laces and buckles tight, trapping your feet in their new pointed prisons.

While Iris returns to the pile of accessories she gathered earlier, Natasha steps back and takes a moment to take in your look. The smile on her face seems to indicate that she’s fairly pleased with the progress so far. Natasha sees you watching her and crosses to the side of the room where a mirror is sitting, she brings it back over and angles it so that you can admire your outfit so far.

Looking in the mirror, you can see why Natasha is pleased. You haven’t even received the finishing touches to your outfit just yet, and already your artificially enhanced body looks absolutely stunning. The black latex clings to your huge fake tits, threatening the very integrity of the material. Your outfit doesn’t even seem to include underwear today, and your sissy clitty continues to throb pleasurably as Min strokes it gently.

Every inch of you screams sex and is practically begging to be used. Your body has been transformed by the company, not just by the clothes you know wear, but everything that is you has been carefully moulded to receive pleasure.

Natasha moves over to a makeup station, pulling out the required elements for this evening while Iris looks over to Min, “Is that the largest size?” she asks, “We’re about to get her seated in the chair so you won’t be able to change it after that.”

“Second largest size Miss, I’ll change it now” she says, and quickly rises to her feet, fetching something from behind you.

“Quickly now, we’re starting to run short on time, you know the Mistresses don't like it when we run over” Iris adds, before sorting through the accessories she picked up earlier, laying each one out on a nearby bench.

“Yes Miss” you hear Min say from behind you, before once more you feel her work the toy gently from inside you, each jolt from the toy pulling a fresh moan from you.

Eventually, the toy slips smoothly out and only a moment passes before you feel the thick girth of a much larger one begin to take its place. Your comfort zone has been significantly expanded since you came into the company's care, and so you only feel pleasure as the extremely large butt plug is worked gently inside you, but even still, this toy seriously stretches your slut-hole. Your moans are much louder now, and both Iris and Natasha pause in their work for a moment to watch you with amusement as the new plug is slid firmly into place in your slut-hole.

“She’s so fucking slutty” Natasha murmurs under her breath to Iris, but still loud enough for you to hear.

“Such a good pleasure whore, they really have out done themselves with her” Iris agrees with a smile.

Iris and Natasha work together now to undo your restraints from the ceiling while Min wheels in a familiar chair behind you, although ‘chair’ is somewhat of a misnomer. It’s more of a mobile bondage rack, that subs can be strapped into for their final preparations before being wheeled into the dungeon.

Because of how unsteady the heeled boots make you on your feet, Iris and Natasha help ease you gently into the chair before securing you firmly to it. By the time they're done, your arms, legs, torso, thighs and head have all been firmly strapped down and you're almost completely immobilised.

With the calm haste of professionals under pressure, Natasha and Iris begin your final preparations while Min crawls between your open legs and playfully licks up and down your cock, making sure you stay hard, without actually letting you approach an orgasm.

Natasha begins applying your makeup while Iris fits your accessories. Natasha works smoothly through applying your foundation, as always, the coating of makeup is thick on your face and you can feel, rather than see as your face is transformed from that of a sexy slut, into that of a depraved bimbo. Blush and concealer come next, skillfully blended to give your cheekbones an unnatural, but attractive definition. Your eye makeup follows as Natasha applies eyeliner and eyeshadow in a combination which makes your eyes look larger than they really are, giving you a wide eyed look. By the time she’s finished, your eyes are smoky, artfully framed and undeniably erotic. The last thing Natasha works on is your lashes. Your lashes are already long from the permanent implants you have been given, but Natasha curls and highlights them with mascara, completing your look as a bimbo fuck-doll, good for absolutley nothing, but receiving pleasure.

While Natasha works on your makeup, Iris fits your last few accessories. She wraps a snug collar around your neck and slips four cuffs around your wrists and ankles. Each cuff has several attachment points, making it quite easy for you to be restrained by your Mistress when you enter the dungeon proper.

Finally, both stylists step back to admire their work, nodding with satisfaction.

“I really love the makeup today” Iris murmurs, “She looks even more slutty than usual, did you do something different?”

Natasha shrugs, but gives a small satisfied smile, “Just a little something I’m trying with her cheekbones, I’m quite happy with it. I hope the Mistress likes it also.”

“Well, it's working for me!” Iris says, placing her hand on her colleague's shoulder, “But speaking of, it’s almost time. Min, would you be a dear and wheel Tiffany here out to the dungeon floor for us?” she instructs.

Min gives your clitty one last playful suck, before letting it slip from between her lips with a loud pop!

“Yes Miss!” she answers happily, getting to her feet and walking behind you. 

Strapped to the table as you are, it’s impossible for you to move your head. But you can hear the click-clack of Min’s heels behind you, wheeling your chair out of the preparation room and down the hall to the main dungeon. Your body quivers with anticipation, the large plug Min has inside you sends jolts of pleasure with you with every minute bump the chair encounters on its way down the long hall.

At last, you reach the end of the hall and Min presses a buzzer. A moment later, the large automatic double doors open to admit you and you’re wheeled into the large high ceilinged room that you’ve come to know so well. The room is dimly lit, as is common and the led strip lights on the walls, ceiling and floor have been set to a dark burgundy colour which illuminates the room with a dull red light. Min wheels you further in, and you begin to make out the figure of a woman standing in the middle of the room…

To your surprise, the woman who awaits you is a stranger to you. Although there’s no mistaking her role here, the tall latina woman exudes an undeniable natural authority and there's no doubt that she will be your dominatrix this afternoon. She’s dressed stunningly, as all of your Mistresses always are. Her top is an ever so slightly transparent black latex halter-top, and in contrast to a lot of your dommes who wear their hair up, her long curly burgundy hair is sprawled artfully on her bare shoulders. Her long legs are coated in skin-tight burgundy latex which matches the shade of her hair exactly and contrasts perfectly with her black heeled boots. The outfit is completed by a pair of elbow length latex gloves, also in burgundy which she currently has clasped behind her back, presumably awaiting your arrival.

Min wheels your chair into position in front of her, before crossing to the woman’s side and sinking to her knees, her eyes lowered to the ground. The woman advances slowly towards you, gracefully lifting one leg and placing it next to your arm on the armrest before leaning down, bringing her face to within a few inches of yours.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the delectable wonder-slut Tiffany I’ve been hearing so much about” she says softly, her whisper barely above a whisper, “My name is Mistress Eden, and I’ve been instructed that we’re to have a wonderful evening together” she added with a smile.

“Have all my instructions been followed exactly Min?” Eden asks, without turning around.

Min gives a start, but answers without looking up, “Yes Mistress, she’s wearing the exact items you requested, currently has an eight inch plug inside her and has been kept continually aroused and stimulated for the past hour.”

“Good girl” Eden murmured quietly and thumbed a small remote in her hand. Min jerks in place and whimpers quietly. You assume that the pleasure belt she’s wearing has been activated, probably at a low setting for now.

Eden looks you over for a moment, as if assessing, before she leans back, walking around behind your chair. You hear shuffling noises, as if she’s searching for something. After a moment, she returns to your field of view holding a sheet of paper which she reads silently.

“Oh my…” Eden says quietly to herself, putting a hand to her lips, “Well, somebody has some strong ideas about your session this evening” she adds, before tucking the letter back into a pocket on your chair.

Eden pauses to think to herself for a moment, before seeming to come to a decision.

“Alright Min, fetch me the adjustable frame bench, we have a rather elaborate setup to construct” she announced, before striding off into dark corners of the room. Min too scrambles to her feet and strides off into the dark to do as she has been asked.

Several minutes later, both women return with what looks to be enough equipment to support a small army, the bench Min wheels over to you is a design you haven’t seen before.

It’s a tall rectangular frame with a bench set in the middle of it. On the sides of the large frame are two poseable long metal beams on hinges which have leather straps at regular intervals. At the Mistresses direction, Min began undoing your torso and arm restraints, releasing your upper body. Eden then takes hold of both your arms, and working quickly but methodically, binds them loosely together, winding rope around your latex coated arms from your wrists all the way up to your elbows. This has the effect of thrusting your chest further forward, which is simply more than your struggling latex top can take. With a sound halfway between fabric tearing and a popping balloon, the material tears open, exposing your swollen breasts to the world.

Eden pauses at the sound and looks over to see your now ruined latex top, her lips curl in an amused smile, but otherwise she gives no reaction. Instead, she wheels your chair directly in front of the bench, and with Min to help her, she leans you forward until your stomach rests gently on the bench, but both your breasts and clitty are still hanging free. With your weight transferred to the bench, Min unties your legs as Eden connects your bound wrists to a long rope which she ties loosely to the top of the tall rectangular frame.

“Here, hold her leg up for me Min,” Eden instructs, and you can feel Min lift one of your legs off the ground and hold it up, parallel with long poseable beams. As Min holds your leg in place, you can feel Eden securing your legs in place, one leather strap after the other. The pair repeat the process and just like that, you’re completely suspended in the air. You can move your neck a little, but both your arms and legs are completely immoble. Your arms tied behind your back, your stomach resting comfortably on a bench, while your legs are tied behind you, parallel to the floor.

You’re just beginning to wonder if this position means your slut-hole won’t get any attention this session, a very unusual occurrence, when you feel Eden slowly spread open your legs wide open, the metal beams rotating on their hinges until you’re legs are as wide as they will comfortably go, putting you in a mid air splits.

Finally, you feel Eden pull on the ropes connected to your wrists, and as she pulls the ropes taut, you can feel your arms lifted up behind your back, pulling your shoulders back and displaying your breasts proudly.

You raise your head slightly and catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the room’s many mirrors. Your large fake tits are presented prominently, almost as if they’re begging to be fondled and your clitty hangs between your legs, still hard from all the attention you’ve received. But best, or worst of all, you have a hard time figuring out which is which these days, your huge round ass is prominently on display and your plugged slut-hole is extremely exposed.

“Excellent” Eden says, catching you checking yourself out in the mirror, “You look all sorts of delicious don’t you?” she asks, running a hand along your back, resting a hand on your ass, squeezing and massaging your bubble butt playfully.

“I think I can take care of the rest, you’ve done good work today Min” the Mistress adds, striding over towards where Min is now kneeling in front of you. Eden selects a ball gag from a nearby trolley and places it delicately into Min’s mouth, before pulling out the small remote from earlier and twisting a dial all the way to its extreme.

There is a single moment of silence before Min visibly wobbles at the knees, her eyes go wide and she collapses to the ground, making quiet muffled moaning and whimpering noises. If you listen carefully, you’re fairly certain that you can hear the sound of two powerful vibrators working away inside Min’s holes.

“Just us now” Eden says with a grin, before returning to the remaining equipment trolleys which stand in wait. You watch in the mirror as she wheels what you’re quite sure is one of the dungeon’s many fucking machines into place behind you.

Mounted on the end of it is an extremely long, thick dildo. You now know why Natasha and Iris wanted to get you so warmed up, the dildo must be at least twelve inches long and is definitely just as thick as anything you’ve ever taken before. Your eyes go wide at the sight of it and Eden can sense your apprehension.

“I know! It is quite large isn’t it?” she says, taking a firm grip on the plug which is inside you and with gentle but firm rocking motion, begins to ease it out of you.

“Instructions from the company were quite specific though, they do only want the best for you though, you know that Tiffany! We can only give you more pleasure by stretching your limits” she says cheerfully, giving your butt a playful smack.

As your cheeks ripple from the impact, Eden finally manages to slip the plug from inside you, places it aside and begins setting up the fuck-machine behind you. She expertly lines the long dildo up with your gaping slut-hole and turns a dial, watching with great interest as the dildo ever so slowly creeps forward.

You feel the tip of the long smooth dildo slip inside you with relative ease and are unable to resist letting out a long whimpering moan as inch after inch after inch of thick sex-toy is fed into your experienced slut-hole. You feel so vulnerable and exposed, tied with your legs split apart, and the fuck-machine only reinforces that feeling as it ever so slowly advances inside you, stretching your out as it moves inexorable forward. Eventually, the toy bottoms out inside you, pausing for several seconds at its greatest extent, filling you with the most glorious full sensation before beginning its slow journey back out again.

You’re left panting around the gag as the dildo repeats its slow, unstoppable motions and the sensations have you so distracted that it’s with some surprise that you feel Eden’s hands on your breasts. There’s a small sharp pinch on your left nipple, and you begin to feel something vibrate powerfully. You gasp in shock, and your moaning redoubles as she fixes a second vibrating clamp to your right nipple.

“And now for the best part Tiffany” she whispers, her mouth by your ears, “This wasn’t listed in your instructions, but nor was it forbidden, so I thought I’d give you a treat.”

The sensations from the nipple clamps have pushed you from aroused into seriously turned on, and your clitty is now almost painfully erect, hanging between your suspended legs.

You can see now, watching in the mirrors, as Eden wheels something underneath you and you can feel as she slides your hard clitty into a soft, cool and heavily lubricated sleeve. There’s a pause as your Mistress adjusts the position and settings on the machine below you before you feel it too, slowly come to life, sliding smoothly up and down your clitty.

Unlike the fuck-machine currently building from a slow and steady to moderate pounding, the sleeve maintains a constantly slow pace, artfully designed to keep you on edge indefinitely without any hope of being able to cum. You moan in frustration, longing, but most of all, pure unadulterated lust as the sensation of both machines and the clamps on your nipples roll through your body.

It’s difficult to tell, because you’re feeling so much, all at once. But you’re fairly certain that the fuck-machine currently ploughing away at your slut-hole has settled into an even, but fairly rapid pace. Eden crouches down next to you and gently lifts your head with a finger to make you stare at yourself in all the mirrors around the room.

Your huge tits and ass bounce and giggle constantly as your body is assaulted with pleasure from behind, and you watch as you jerk and jolt involuntarily as pleasure floods your system.

“You’re so beautiful Tiffany,” Eden whispers, her voice only barely audible above the rhythmic mechanical sounds of the fuck-machines as they do their work, “Such a gorgeous pleasure slut, reduced to your purest essense. A fuck doll, good for nothing but receiving nothing but endless, and overwhelming pleasure.” Eden gives you a small genuine smile, full of pride and affection before standing and moving to take a seat nearby.

After a moment of silence, Eden continues “I don’t know how long this is supposed to last,” she admits with a shrug, settling herself comfortably on a nearby bench.

 “I’m supposed to keep you entertained until I receive a call with your permission to cum,” she explains, gesturing to a phone sitting nearby on the bench, “Until then… do enjoy yourself Tiffany” she adds, a devious grin on her face.

Time begins to pass more slowly, or at least, that’s how it feels to you. The sleeve around your clitty brings your tantalisingly close to orgasm, but you know from long experience that all your Mistresses are all experts in the art of edging, and that you will not be able to cum until they deem it fit.  Occasionally you glance at the phone Eden gestured to before, hoping beyond hope that it will ring and you’ll be allowed to finally finish.

But to no avail.

Every once in a while, Eden will stand up from her perch and make a slow circle around you. Adjusting the angle of a fuck-machine here, running a tantalising hand along your latex clad body, caressing your large fake tits or sometimes place a gentle kiss somewhere along your body, generally ensuring that all is well and that you are no closer to being allowed to cum.

At one point, you glance across at Min and find that she’s stopped moving. You can still hear the insistent vibrations of the pleasure belt and you assume she must have passed out from the pleasure. Eden checks on her during one of her rounds and seems satisfied, so leaves her to sleep peacefully on the floor.

After what could be anywhere between forty minutes or four hours, you have no way to judge the passage of time, you notice with great interest that the screen of the phone Eden is waiting on lights up, and she answers it. The conversation is brief, or so you assume. Eden says nothing until the very end where she simply answers, “Understood” and hangs up the phone.

Your Mistress rises gracefully to her feet and saunters back to you, despite the pleasure addled state your mind is in, a small part of your brain still finds time to admire the seductive sway of her hips and the gentle bounce of her large breasts with each of her high heeled boots.

Eden bends down in front of you, placing her face near yours, “Have you been looking forward to cumming Tiffany?” she asks quietly, a devious smile on her lips, “Because it’s very nearly time for your clitty to burst” she adds, before straightening back up.

You struggle to raise your head and follow Eden in the mirrors, so instead you simply let your head hang low and await whatever your Mistress has in store for you.

Impossibly, you feel the fuck-machine start to accelerate further and your moans transfrom from the low drone which they had settled into a more lust filled desperate kind of sort.

Then, mercifully, the sleeve massaging your clitty begins to accelerate also. With as long as you’ve been held on the edge for, mere seconds pass before you can feel an intense orgasm building inside you. Eden must sense it also, as she shuffles around and just as you feel like you’re about to cum, she flicks a switch and the fuck-machine in your slut-hole switches into a new gear. Instead of the rapid pounding it has been delivering you, it begins a pattern of thrusting deep, fast and hard inside you, and then slowly retracting. But the new mode must come with a minor extension, as you swear the fuck-machine is now reaching further and deeper inside you than ever before. Your moans come in perfect time with the new fuck-machine rhythm, each thrust from the machine producing a lust filled utterance from between your gagged lips.

“Are you ready to cum for me Tiffany?” you hear Eden ask from somewhere. Her voice seems distant, as does anything that isn’t the powerful intruder inside you, the intense vibrations being applied to your nipples or the sleeve delivering rapid thrusts to your sensitive clitty.

Unable to speak though the ball gag in your mouth, all you can do is moan desperately. Eden must be satisfied with your answer though, as you feel her grip your balls gently as the sleeve accelerates to even greater speeds. Spots dance in your vision as your clitty erupts. You can feel your orgasm surge through you and the sleeve sucking your cum away, a feeling almost like a blowjob as the fuck-machine pounding your slut-hole begins to deaccelerate slowly, prolonging your orgasm without overstimulating you. Your arms and legs shake as everything that’s been threatening to hit you over the entire session finally rolls through you as your clitty is massaged to perfection by the untiring machine below you.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the machines begin to fall silent around you, your nipple clamps stop vibrating, the fuck-machine comes to a halt, still partially inside you, and your softening clitty slips from inside the sleeve. Your breath comes in ragged gasps around the ball gag, your sensitive feminine body quivering from the intensity of your experience.

You can feel Eden’s hands gently rubbing your back soothingly, “Shhhh you’ve done so well you filthy fucking slut-toy” she murmurs comfortingly, “You’ve done good work today Tiffany, I’m really proud of you.”

Your head drops low, the warm afterglow of your orgasm still lingering in your body as you lie there, trying to regain your breath, struggling to form a coherent thought other than how good everything feels.

Life isn’t really all that bad as the company’s pleasure doll… when you think about it.

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