Monica sat in front of the desk, a strange position for her as it was usually her sitting behind it looking across to clients and underlings. As CEO of a large company she knew well the tricks of the trade. She could tell the chairs on this side of the desk were slightly lower than the one the man across from her occupied. Likewise, the office was littered with hints of strength and power that the man wanted to project.
Of course, her office was pretty much the same, the two of them even dressed similarly. She had come right from the office and so she was still wearing her power suit and flats, her hair and makeup done perfectly to project the ideal image of a powerful woman.
She wasn't at work though, or even at a client's office, today she was out shopping. Shopping for the perfect Christmas gift for herself. It wasn't like she had to shop for anyone else, all of her time was taken up by her career and the few boy toys she saw once in a while really needed little more than a trinket or two to keep them happy.
The man behind the desk stood up and stretched out his hand, "Hello Ms. Landon, I'm Neil, your personal associate for your visit. May I call you Monica?"
She stood herself and shook his hand before sitting back down, "Yes, that would be fine."
"Great, now are you familiar with our services?"
"Not really. A... friend, suggested I drop by and see what you had to offer."
"Oh, that's not a problem." he said before checking his computer for a moment and then continuing, "That would have been Ms. Tilison?"
"Yes." Monica replied, Debbie wasn't what she would really call a friend, more of a rival. But since they were both CEO's in different industries, there wasn't a really direct rivalry between them.
"Perfect. Well, we are a specialty organization, catering to only the most exclusive of clientele. Our services are not widely known, but appeal to a certain segment of the population. At a high level, we provide customized relationships for those that do not have the time, or patients, to go a more traditional route."
Monica raised an eyebrow, "Customized relationships?" she queried, her interest piqued.
"Yes. As a busy career woman you have certainly experienced... issues... with finding someone who wants the same things as you do in a relationship. Perhaps you've found someone you're interested in but they think their own career is more important, or demand attention from you when it's not convenient? Or perhaps you have certain... proclivities... that they find unappealing. We can customize an existing relationship, or create a new one, that meats your requirements to a 'T'."
"Really? I find that hard to believe."
"Most of our first-time guests do. Come, let me take you on a tour of our facilities." Neil replied and stood up and stepped out from behind his desk.
* * *
Monica quickly closed her gaping mouth as she looked into the room from behind the one-way mirror, "Is that... Is that Donna Gregson?"
Neil nodded, "Yes, her husband is a repeat client. Donna has been here for three days and is about halfway through her customization."
Monica could hardly believe what she was seeing, let alone what she heard. Donna was strapped down into a chair, naked, sweat glistening off her body. On her head was a VR helmet of some kind and there was a mechanical dildo sliding in and out of her pussy.
"Oh yay baby, fuck my pussy! Fuck my tight little cunt like the whore I am!" Donna cried out as the dildo continued to do its work. Moments later Monica watched Donna's body tense and shake as an obviously powerful orgasm shook her.
It was the last thing that Monica would ever expect from the staunch feminist lawyer who had taken down a dozen men over the last few years for the #MeToo movement.
"Mr. Gregson was unhappy with their love life. Apparently she had become fridged in the relationship and refused to allow him to find relief elsewhere. As such, she's being customized to be completely open to whatever her husband would like to do in private. She'll still be the same crusading lawyer by day, but she'll be a real wild cat in bed."
Monica was disgusted and fascinated at the same time. Disgusted that such a powerful woman was going to be little more than a plaything for her husband, but fascinated at the possibilities. If they could do this to Donna, there was little doubt in her mind that they could deliver what she was thinking about.
* * *
"Of course Donna is a pretty straight forward request. Some of our clients have more eccentric tastes." Neil said as they walked into another room down the hallway from the programming room where Donna still was.
Inside there was a treadmill running at a good pace, but what caught Monica's attention was who... or what... was running on it. It was clearly a person, but they were covered in black latex from head to toe and their arms and legs were bound on to themselves. On their head was a set of ears and a tail stuck out from their ass.
Beside the treadmill a man in a white lab coat was standing holding a leash that ran down to, what Monica now could tell was clearly a woman, running on the mill. What really surprised Monica was how well the woman was doing, striding along effortlessly at what had to be several miles an hour.
"Hello Jason, how is Muffy coming along?" Neil asked of the man, speaking over the sound of the motor and Muffy's "feet" landing on the tread.
Jason smiled and reached out to the controls of the treadmill, "Here, let me show you." he said and the treadmill slowed down and then came to a stop. A short tug at the leash brought Muffy off the treadmill and Jason walked her over to where Monica and Neil were standing.
"Sit." Jason commanded and Muffy did so, lowering her ass on to the floor.
"Speak."
"Arf! Arf!"
"Shake... lay down... roll over... play dead... sit." Jason said and Muffy promptly did each action as she was commanded.
Jason then reached down and unclasped the leash, taking something from his pock he tossed it to the other side of the room. Muffy's eyes tracked it but she didn't move.
"Fetch." Jason said and Muffy took off immediately, picking up the object between her teeth and bringing it back.
Monica finally saw what it was as Muffy returned with it between her teeth... a rubber dildo.
"Good girl... good girl." Jason said as Muffy sat once more and he took the dildo from her with one hand and rubbed behind her "ear" with his other.
Muffy wiggled her ass, sending the tail lodged in it from side to side, as she tilted her head and whined, a broad smile on her lips.
"As you can see Monica, Muffy here is almost done her customization. The client has requested a complete suppression of the old personality in favour of the new one. Muffy will never be anything but an obedient little puppy when she leaves here."
Monica's lips curled into a wicked smile, yes, this was going to work out well.
"I'm impressed so far Neil, but what about physical modifications?"
"I'm glad you asked, that's our next stop."
* * *
"This is Cindy. Cindy say hello to Monica." Neil said to the woman standing in front of them.
"Wike, hewwo Monwica! *giggle*" Cindy said, the two massively oversized pillows on her face clearly making it hard for Cindy to pronounce, well, just about anything.
"Cindy, can you show Monica your piercings?" Neil asked.
"Wike, wookay!" Cindy replied and then opened her lips and extended out her tongue. Down the middle was a long row of piercings, but what was more impressive was how far out Cindy's tongue extended. Far father than a normal tongue would have and Monica could still see more shiny metal down its centre that seemed to disappear down Cindy's throat.
"As you can see, Cindy has been customized to deliver the best blowjobs she can. The client has an obvious oral fixation and now so does Cindy."
"Quite impressive. I must say I'm very interested in becoming a client. I have the perfect person in mind to customize."
Monica had been CEO for over a year, but that position hadn't come without some challenges. Challenges like Rod, currently her VP of Marketing. He'd nearly torpedoed her rise to power with a mix of guile and lies that were nearly a match for her own.
He was though quite a handsome man, still young enough to care about his appearance but old enough to be wise in the ways of the world.
