Part 1 here

I'm stuck, kneeling in a box and unable to move. It's the first day of at least five years of our agreement: I'll be your full-time, real life fuckdoll. I'm stuck in this box because I agreed to have a neurological implant injected into the base of my neck, that allows you practically full control over my body. I can't move because you switched me to doll mode, which makes me poseable but unable to control myself. I'm in the box because you commanded me to pack myself, the box is my travel case. I'm straddling a sybian like contraption mounted to the base, a dildo like insert in my pussy and ass. They pumped me full of cleaning liquid and sucked it out again, so my holes are clean and fresh when you unpack me. A third dildo is stuck deep in my throat, that pumped a bit of nutrient paste down my throat. The transport box whirrs to life one last time, squirting a glob of lubricant into my asshole, the cleaning and recharge cycle is now done- I'm ready to be used.

I can't hear much of what's happening outside the box, but I can feel that it is being moved: There are rumbles and clanks, and from time to time, the box is getting jarred, jamming the dildos stuck inside of me deeper into me. I would love to fuck myself and make me cum, but I can't move, and even if I could, you set the implant to inhibit any orgasm except when someone cums inside of me... I can't do anything except enjoy feeling vulnerable, and completely helpless, depending on you. I just started, and I already love being your doll!

The box stops moving, and for a few moments, nothing happens. Then, the sides of the box fold down, leaving me exposed kneeling on the base. The three dildos are still filling me, the one in my mouth held in place by its post. I hear two men talking: "Daaaaamn, look at that!" "Yeah, check out those tits!" "Wouldn't mind having one of those for myself..." I can't see anything, because I'm facing a wall, but I can feel something: At least one of the guys is groping my boobs, roughly kneading them and pinching my nipples! I feel a flash of lust being helplessly groped, but then one of them urgently whispers "He's coming!" just as I hear steps, and the groping stops.

The steps stop, and I hear your voice: "Ah, it arrived, good." There's a brief pause, and then without warning, I feel myself getting up, the three dildos sliding out of me. You must have told me, the implant, to unpack myself via the app, and without being able to control it voluntarily I stand up, turn around, and stand there, naked and smiling, hands at my side. You're handing some cash to two men looking like delivery drivers: "Thank you for the prompt delivery. Please put the crate away with my other suitcases." The two men fold up the case, taking it with them. "We won't need that until we travel next." you mumble, and I'm not sure if you're talking to me or yourself.

You tap on your phone a few times, and I can move freely again. I open my mouth, but find that I can't say anything: "Oh yeah, I muted you. I guess it's every man's dream, right?" you smile, looking happy and excited. "Did you know you have different mute settings, actually? I can set you to being able to speak normally when in autonomous mode, or just sex noises like moans and gasps, or nothing at all. I'll leave you on just sex noises for now, and I'll switch off orgasms completely for now." As if to demonstrate, you reach out and without warning stick a finger into my pussy. Being your remote controlled doll, and everything I experienced today so far, has left me aroused and horny, and I moan softly in answer.

You tap on your phone again, and I hear myself say "Programming mode active." You look up at me and say: "So, ground rules. First things first, the most important rule: You must obey any command I give you without hesitation. You must also obey any command any other man gives you, without hesitation, unless it would collide with something I said earlier." My eyes go wide with unspoken questions, and you look up and explain: "Yes, I know this leaves, let's say, a lot of opportunities for interesting situations. That's why I set the rule. It's the most important one, everything else is secondary."

"The next rules are easy, and are valid unless you're told otherwise by a man: You are to wear high heels everywhere, except when you're at the beach or a pool. You are only allowed to sit down in a doll seat, which will have one, or two, dildos mounted on it. When you sit down, the dildos must go into one, or both, of your holes." You take me by the shoulder and lead me to a small, cupboard-like room next to the utility room. The room is just large enough to turn around in. On the floor, there's the same contraption with a sybian-like device with two dildos, plus a post mounted mouth dildo, like my transport case has, but this one is permanently installed, facing the wall, so my back would be to the door when I get on it. "This is where you'll recharge." you explain. "You already know what this does, I guess. I should add that the nutrient paste it's feeding you is zero residue, which makes your ass only good for one thing from now on."

Next you point to a chute in the wall: "Dispose of any clothing you're wearing inside there, including shoes, before docking yourself." The last thing is what looks like a large vending machine dispenser above the chute: "A new outfit will be dropped here when I switch you on. It will either be selected by me via app, or the system will randomly select one if I don't care what you're wearing." With that, you tap your phone again, and I hear myself say "Programming accepted." A soft whirring sounds from behind the dispenser, and I feel the irresistible compulsion to take the new outfit out and wear it. You turn around and leave, saying "Come to my study when you're done." The door shuts behind you and clicks, like a latch just locked.

I waste no time getting the outfit you must have selected out, the implants urge to obey you is irresistible. There's a dress, sheer enough to leave my nipples and pussy visible, and short enough to expose me when I bend over. The only other item is a pair of high heeled stiletto sandals. As soon as I'm dressed, the doors latch clicks open again, and I head for your study.

When I get inside, you point to a dolly chair next to your desk, and without waiting I sit myself down on it, sliding the dildo mounted on it into my pussy with a soft moan. You tap the app, and ask me: "Now, what do you think?" You must have unmuted me completely, because I start bubbling immediately: "This is sooo hot! I'm really just your fuck doll, it's insane! I love it, the whole thing is a mind fuck and a huuuuge turnon!" You seem to be glad: "Great, then let's test drive this for real!" You get up, unzip, and pull your cock out, already half erect in anticipation. You stand next to me, and the moment your cock touches my lips, my mouth forms into an "O" shape so you can slide inside. "This is the throatfuck assist mode." You explain while you grab the back of my head and slide it onto your cock, starting to fuck my mouth. "God, yes!, I love it!" You exhale softly, and I'm amazed at how easy it is for you to fuck my throat, the implant must be suppressing my gag reflex!

You quickly grow fully erect in my throat, and when you do, you pull your cock out of my mouth. I feel myself freeze as you switch me to doll mode, my mouth still open in a gaping "O". "Get up." Without controlling myself I get up, standing a little stiffly, with my hands at my sides. Wordlessly you push me over to your desk, and with a firm hand between my shoulder blades bend me over. In doll mode you can easily pose me, and I bend over at the hips, my legs spread a little bit, my arms still stiffly at my sides, looking down at the table, frozen in place.

"Now, the anal settings are one of the things that really, really sold me on this doll implant." You're talking out loudly, as if talking to yourself. "There's an assist mode similar to the throatfuck one." You touch my asshole, and I feel myself immediately relax, allowing you to easily slide a finger into my lubricated asshole. "But right now, I want it tight." you say, and I can feel my asshole pucker up. You push against my asshole with your finger again, and this time, I can feel the pressure growing, you have to slowly force my ass open, actually pressing me forwards against the desk. "Yess, that's it!" You withdraw your finger, and a moment later I feel the tip of your cock resting against my sphincter.

You waste no time, and immediately start pushing against my asshole, with me being caught between your cock, and the desk I'm bent over. The head of your cock is slowly stretching my sphincter open, widening me bit by bit, until suddenly with what feels like a plop, you slide fully inside. "Oooooooohhhhhhrghhhh!" I moan throatily. I'm consumed by lust, bent over your desk, taking it in the ass, with you deliberately setting my asshole as tight as you can... You start to really fuck my asshole, and I'm quickly moaning and whimpering desperately, pushed to the brink of orgasm, but held back by the implant...

I feel you thrust deeper, burying yourself deep inside my ass, and then your balls start twitching. I feel your hot cum flood my asshole, breaking in your fuckdoll for real. When you withdraw, you absentmindedly say "Oh, yeah, forgot you can't cum now... Oh well. Suck me clean and dock yourself." Still in doll mode, this must be something the implant can handle without me being autonomous, I quickly and efficiently suck your cock clean from fucking my ass, and then walk myself back to the closet you showed me earlier. The door clicks shut and locks itself behind me, and without being able to stop myself, I strip down, drop the dress and stiletto heels into the disposal chute, and climb onto the charging station mounted to the floor. I feel myself insert the two cleaning dildos into my pussy, and slide my mouth over the feeding dildo, and as soon as it does, the charging station whirrs to life, recharging me, the doll now docked on it, for its next use, just as the light in the closet switches off.

Part 3 here.