Part 3 here. (This story might not make much sense if you don't know at least the themes of the previous one(s).)

The light blinking on in my doll storage closet wakes me up again, and I slide the recharging dildo gag that dispenses nutrient paste out of my mouth, and get up from the sybian-like doll cleaning station with its two attachments in my pussy and ass. I have been living as your real life fuckdoll for a few weeks now, controlled by a neural implant connected to your phone that gives you the ability to override most of my bodily functions. You have made good use of me during this time, using me mostly in Doll mode, which leaves me posable but unable to move on my own. Starting up again has become routine by now: I get up from my recharge and cleaning station, put on the outfit that has been dispensed by the automatic wardrobe that allows you to select my clothes on my app, and then get out, and see how you want to use me. Today there's only a pair of black high heeled pumps waiting for me, and after putting them on, I step out of the closet. You're not there, so I walk to your office, where I find you sitting at your desk working.

"Ah, there you are, Doll." You look up from your computer. You pick up a black folded piece of clothing from your desk and hand it to me. "Put this on." I unfold it, and find it's a very tight and short black dress. On the front is the logo of the company that made, and implanted, the Doll implant allowing you to control me via an app. I put it on while you explain. "The company reached out to me. They're planning to offer the Doll implant publicly, on the open market, instead of only by recommendation, like I got." You look up to me. "They asked if I would be willing to let them have you as the centerpiece of their booth at expositions. You'll be presented on stage, and will be available for potential clients to check out and test your features at the booth. And since they offered to send me the full range of accessories, and unlock all the implants features, even future features and accessories, for no additional cost to me, I agreed." He points to the door. "There's a car from the company waiting to pick you up. You're to obey everything they, or the exposition guests, tell you. I transferred temporary ownership to their system for the time of the exposition." I'm feeling a flutter of excitement in my stomach, but all I can do right now is obey: "Yes, Sir!" I walk out, and as you said, there are two technicians with a company van waiting outside. "Doll, climb in the back and lay down." I feel the implants deep compulsion to obey the technician, and do as he says. There's a box in the van, filled with a foam cutout, clearly intended for my body. I lay myself down in it, and the technicians immediately close the lid, and lock the box. I hear them talking outside, muffled by the box I'm now stuck in, unable to move: "Did you remember to power it down?" "Ah, shit, here we go." I feel myself going limp, the first time someone uses my Off mode. "All the way, dummy." "Right." I lose consciousness as the implant fully shuts me down.

I wake up again, and look up at the faces of the technicians who must have fetched me. "Doll, get out of the crate." I can't help but obey, and step out of the crate. I am in what looks like a backstage area. "Kneel, tilt head back, open throat." Again I can't help myself, and immediately kneel down in front of the technician. I tilt my head back and open my mouth. One of the technicians put a funnel into my mouth: "All right, let's load it up." He unscrews a large bottle of water, and starts to empty it into the funnel. The implant helps me open my throat and swallow, and I rapidly drink down the water. The technician gets another bottle, but right then, the first technician says "Hang on, I want to give it a load too." He steps up to the funnel, and I can see his cock pointing into it as he jerks himself off. "Go ahead, my man!" the other technician encourages him, and the first one grunts. A short while later he groans loudly, and shoots a large load into the funnel. I can see the slimy, sticky globs slide down the funnel, until they slide out of view and drop into my throat. The technicians waste no time and empty two more water bottles into my throat. Then they remove the funnel, and have me stand up again. "Doll, follow." They take me through a winding passage, down some stairs, until they stop. "Is that the right stage lift?" "Yeah, sure." "Did you double check?" "Yeah." "All right. Doll, stand there." He points to what looks like a platform with a sort of trapdoor above it in the ceiling, and I immediately obey. "Stand facing this way until you're lifted onto stage. Then smile and wave, and obey the presenter." "Of course, Sir!" I answer, and then they leave. I hear their footsteps get farther and farther away from me, and then, the light flicks off, and I'm left standing in the dark silence.

I wait for something to happen, but I'm just left standing in the darkness for a long time. I hear mumbling and muted applause from above me for a time, and hope that I'll end up being lifted up on stage, but it must have been another presentation, because nothing happens. My stomach is gurgling, and I can actually feel the large load of water the two technicians filled into my throat flow through my system. Soon I start feeling the need to pee, and I start to think about going to find a toilet somewhere to relieve myself. Another presentation passes above. I'm starting to get desperate, and try to leave, but even though I'm not in Doll mode right now, I can't walk away! It must be because my Owner ordered me to obey any technician, and the technicians ordered me to stay here. Again, a presentation starts above. Like before, I hear the presenter indistinctly, but I gasp in surprise when the door above me suddenly opens and the lift pulls me up onto the stage.

I blink in the glaring bright lights when the lift stops, and I'm standing in front of what sounds like a large audience. But just as the technicians commanded me, I smile and wave to the audience, even though I can't see them. The presenter continues: "But of course, the girl is not the product. That would be unethical!" The audience chuckles. "The product is the Doll chip, a neurological implant we embedded in the base of its neck to render it controllable via an app on your phone." A murmur rises from the audience, with a few, scattered claps. They sound sceptical. But the presenter seems to be prepared: "Allow me to demonstate. I'll bring up this dolls' app on the screen. The main selling point is this: The Doll mode." He must have pressed the button, because I feel myself freeze, unable to move, standing slightly stiffly. "In Doll mode, the doll is unable to move by itself, but fully posable." Suddenly, a ball flies close in front of my face. "It didn't flinch. It's unable to. Doll, take off your dress." With stiff, doll-like movements, the implant makes me obey, pulling the dress off, leaving me standing naked in front of the audience. "Doll, spread your legs a bit." I spread my legs so they're about shoulder width apart. "It can obey simple commands. And we have, of course, full control over any aspect of its body. Ah, this one takes a few moments, so lets's just switch it on and continue." I feel a warm fuzzy tingling run through my boobs. "Arousal." A wave of intense pleasure washes over me, and I moan out involuntarily, suddenly incredibly close to an orgasm. "Voice." My moans cut off, the presenter must have triggered the mute button. The audience murmurs get louder, swelling like a wave. "Through a special diet, we eliminated any... solid waste, and we fully control the dolls urination." Without warning, I feel myself start to pee, the hot liquid dripping down my legs and onto my shoes for a few moments, before cutting off. "We even managed to map and control the dolls fertility, and to start and stop lactation." The presenter steps behind me, and reaching around me, squeezes and pulls on my boobs, like he is milking a cow, and with an intense feeling of relief, thin streams of white milk squirt from my nipples. The audience murmur breaks into a frantic wave of applause. The presenter almost shouts into his microphone to still be heard: "Gentlemen, for your consideration: The Doll chip! This doll is available for you to check out at our booth during the whole exposition, and we have other models available that you can book for up to a week to get a thorough test drive! Contact us if you have a willing subject that you want to get chipped!" The lights fade to black, and technicians whisk me off the stage.

The days manning the booth, attended by technicians, are an intense blur, with me being used almost constantly. The technicians keep me in Doll mode for the whole time. The presentation has produced a huge amount of interest, and there seems to be a never ending stream of men, wanting to check it out for themselves. The booth has an ottoman sofa that they use to display me when there's noone there, and the technicians encourage the men to pose my naked body into compromising, erotic poses. I end up laying on my back, staring up into a ring of faces taking pictures of me with their phones, unable to move while someone spreads my legs open, my pussy and asshole on full display. Or on my knees on the ottoman, my face just pushed into the cover, my arms stiffly at my side. A lot of men use the chance to "sneak" their fingers into my pussy or ass.

Now and again someone comes by that loudly disclaims me just to be an actor, and the technicians always use the same strategy for dealing with them: First they let them build up steam, until they have a little bit of an audience. Then they offer them a wager: One million dollar, if they can make me cum even if the implant forbids me to. All of them take the wager. The technicians then position me on my back with my legs spread, and turn my arousal up to max. They show how easy it is to make me cum before deactivating my orgasm, by gently teasing my pussy just a few moments before I cum in a shudder, moaning loudly but my body frozen. Then they disable my orgasms, turn my arousal back to max, and let the loud mouthed guy try. None of them were able to and walk away shamefaced, or end up being interested in getting their girlfriend or sugarbaby chipped.

When a man expresses an interest, the technicians always take him, and me, to a small, secluded room in the back of the booth. They show off some more of my features to the man: My blowjob assist mode, where each time something touches my mouth, I automatically form it into an iviting O. Or the anal sex adjustment mode that allows my Owner to set how tight my asshole is: Relaxed and easy to enter, or tight and puckered, needing force to invade. The technicians offer all interested buyers a milk coffee, and most accept, so the technician leans me over the waiting coffee jugs, milking my boobs directly into them, before offering one to the client. The technicians also demonstrate the equipment that will be included in their purchase: They demonstate my storage and docking by tapping the home button on my app, making the implant compel me to sit down on the sybian like recharge station, inserting the two cleaning dildos in my pussy and ass, and then sliding the feeding dildo deep into my throat. They also explain the service and maintenance plan, including some cosmetic surgeries, tattoos or piercings, or extracting any fertilized eggs when my Owner sets my fertility to maximum, and putting them on ice. They also mention that a Doll makes for an excellent surrogate for carrying out a pregnancy, a service also included in the plan. This pushes a lot of interested buyers to sign the contract then and there, and during the whole time, only two of them request a Doll for a week to test drive at home, all the rest end up signing a deal, making a new Doll for themselves in the near future... And then one of the technicians whisks me off to the exposition floor again, to be posed and photographed and fingered by the men waiting to see me, hoping to get a Doll for themselves.

My head is still spinning when, after three intense days of being the floor demo model for the Doll chip, the technicians pack me up again, and deliver me back to your house.