"Slave." The man's voice boomed out, surprisingly loud and deep in the small bedroom. Crisp early-morning sunlight shone through a small window, illuminating the tallish figure of the man, fully dressed in an excellently cut business suit. He stood next to the bed where his toy; the tall, beautifully curved, lithe redhead who was effectively addicted to his cum; was sleeping.
She jerked awake. "Yesmaster?" The words came out so fast they were slurred together. She was almost instantly sitting upright, but moved no further in case her master wanted her in the bed.
"Get out of bed-", at this the slave moved to a standing position very quickly; she was naked and her hair glowed in the sunlight, "-and put on some clothes. Quickly. Doesn't really matter what, although I'd advise against wearing anything too tight. I'll be in the kitchen, meet me when you're ready."
"Yes master!" He nodded, turned, and left the room.
She picked an attractive-looking but fairly loose summer dress that he had mentioned he liked. It was always best to please the master; it gave her warm, pink, mind-filling feelings of happiness whenever she did something he enjoyed, or followed one of his orders. Lately they'd been really /strong/; to the point that she had done many things she'd have been very uncomfortable with or ashamed of before, on his orders. He'd done some things she wasn't sure she liked, but she couldn't quite seem to resist. On the opposite side, she had been feeling almost physically sick if she tried to disobey any of his orders... but thinking about that was uncomfortable, so she just avoided it. She dressed and almost skipped into the kitchen. She was feeling excellent this morning since she was starting off by obeying orders that were clearly very important to her master.
--
In the kitchen, the man was sitting at the table with a pill bottle and a glass of water in front of him. He offered her a pill from the bottle, which she looked at uncertainly.
"What's this?"
"Oh, it's just something to... enhance our time together." He grinned, an odd expression - it was mostly an honest-looking smile but looked almost predatory under the surface. She felt uncomfortable taking this unexplained medication from him, but took it from his hand. She looked at it, but it was just an oblong white pill with no clues what it might do.
"M-master, I'm not sure..." She trailed off, embarrassed of defying him even this much and a little confused why it was so difficult.
"Relax. It's nothing bad; I just need to visit the market with you again."
A cold rush of fear filled her. Was he displeased with her? Was he so dissatisfied with his slave that he was trading her in for another?
"Whoa, you just turned white as a sheet. What's wrong?" He looked at her, not unkindly, with a puzzled expression.
"Master..." She trailed off again. She had forgotten entirely about her unease at taking the pill; now she just felt like a little girl in the principal's office at school. Her voice was tiny and hesitant.
"Yes?" The man was still looking at her with that concerned but friendly expression. She relaxed just enough to whisper:
"Am I a bad toy?"
"NO!" The question had caught him totally by surprise. "No, absolutely not. You're an excellent toy. We're visiting the market today to make you an even better one."
She felt a pathetically strong sense of relief at knowing she hadn't somehow disappointed her master. That last sentence he had said made her a bit uncertain, but right now she could think of nothing but pleasing him.
"S-so... the pill?"
"It's a sedative. The market's location is /very/ private and only a few people are allowed to know. Even though I purchased you there, they won't let me bring you there conscious." He frowned; he could understand the desire for secrecy, but could hardly see his slave revealing anything about the market. Oh well, he didn't make the rules.
The girl thought about it for just a moment, then the pink warmth blowing through her mind decided she was satisfied with her master's explanation, and she swallowed the pill with a sip of water.
"Sit down here." Her master indicated a wheelchair by the doorway. She sat.
Almost immediately after, she drifted off, feeling now totally content that she was making her master happy.
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Outside the thick steel door of the Market, the usual impressive-looking guard was asking the usual question.
"Your clearance code, sir?"
"Six-Tuesday-Eight-Eight-One."
"Thank you, sir. Please come in quickly." The guard pulled at the handle of the massive door and it swung open without a sound.
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"Hello again, Mr. ... What was your 'name' again?" The man could hear the quotation marks dropping into place around the word. He opened his mouth, then shut it again and looked down at the nondescript card he had been issued. He looked back up at the tall, slim, imposing woman in front of him, the same one he had met with the last time he was here.
"It's 'Jameson'." He frowned, and wondered why this exchange was necessary. Both of them knew the 'names' were fake, so why bother asking? He deliberately did not ask hers.
"Well, Mr. Jameson, are you here to buy again, or to make... modifications to your original purchase?"
"The second."
"What sort of thing did you have in mind? Or would you like to hear the options?"
"No, I had a specific thing in mind. I've heard that slaves [the slim woman winced at the word] purchased here can be 'imprinted' with keywords that trigger certain behaviors or mindsets?"
"Yes, that is more or less correct. Your woman will be placed under deep, drugged hypnosis and told the words and corresponding behaviors, and then she is 'keyed' to you again with a small sample of your semen."
"Excuse me?"
"You are not required or requested to ejaculate on-site. The semen will be placed in her mouth from a test tube."
"Ah. Go on."
"There is little more to say. After that point, she will be, as you said, 'imprinted' with the keywords and corresponding behaviors or thought patterns suggested to her under hypnosis. Only you will be able to trigger these keywords." She passed him a clipboard. "Please write your desired words plus responses on this. Make sure to specify whether each keyword can interact with other keywords or not. When you have a satisfactory list, hand it to me at the office and we will proceed."
He sat down and filled out the clipboard, after some thought. He went up to the large, glass-lined and very modern-looking office the imposing woman had entered and gave it her; she looked down at it and said "Yes, this seems doable. Please follow me."
They had another trek down the endless hallway of doors from his first visit. He knew (or at least, had been told) that behind each of the many doors was a person who had effectively volunteered to become an utter slave. Eventually, they reached a section of hallway where the doors were black; they entered one seemingly at random, but the imposing woman must have known somehow because the girl he had purchased was already here, naked, on a fairly standard-looking hospital bed. Her perfectly curved body lay on the bed with its halo of tight red curls
