Daddy called me his masterpiece, and that was why I stood next to him as he sat at his ornate mahogany desk while he showed me off to his business associate. Daddy usually loomed over me at 6'3" to the 5'4" he'd made me with his gurl-slave conversions, but when he was sat down and I was in my 4" heels, my pleasantly juicy bust was level with his face. He gestured all up and down at my body as he and his associate talked about this and that - just an overture to the real dealing that would come later.
I stood there with my best slut smile plastered on my pretty face. Two years before I'd been a newly minted statistics PhD graduate in one of the rapidly declining economies of the west, a bright young man with at least some future ahead of me, or so I thought. Job application after job application had been rejected and the meagre state assistance I could access could barely keep me going in a tiny room in a shared house full of other impoverished graduates.
I had applied to an international programme, a chance to go and work in one of the rising star economies of Africa and to learn from some truly great people over there, to take my knowledge and my practice to the next level. To my utter surprise, I was accepted, and I found myself in a bustling capital city not long after, underneath a beating hot sun, surrounded by a new culture.
A slave-owning culture. Half the planet had gone that way, and my own home country had plenty of indentured labour, it was just too polite to take the next step and turn those people into slaves. Slaves, you see, used far less resources and could not destabilise the government of a country with incessant demands or campaigning. Daddy had told me things like this enough times that some of it had stuck.
"So Ekon," said the business associate to my Daddy, "when are you going to let me inspect your little display model here?"
"Kofi, you only had to ask! This is Persephone, not her original name you understand-" both men laughed at me and I kept on smiling happily, aware that I was Daddy's good gurl and must not pout- "and Persephone is my personal slavegurl, my very special assistant, my maid, my fuckslut and expert cocksucker, my favourite erotic dancer, and just so we are clear absolutely not for sale. Persephone, be a very good little gurl for me and go show my friend Kofi your assets."
"Yes Daddy of course Daddy thank you Daddy," I rattled off in my high-pitched sing-song voice, then I curtseyed to Daddy, lifting my little frilly skirt so that he could see my translucent black panties and the shiny little chastity cage that nestled beneath them.
I sashayed to Kofi and curtseyed to him so that he could get a good long look at my panties, my little caged cock, my perfectly curved hips and smooth toned thighs, and the absolute smoothness of my hairless feminine skin. Kofi grinned, all teeth, appreciative. He reached out a firm hand and grabbed my bubble bottom, lifting my skirt up and out of the way. Kofi spun me around and I bent forward to grab Daddy's mahogany desk for balance.
"This bottom is exquisite - how do you resist fucking it all the damn time Ekon? I'd be balls-deep in him - sorry, her - right now if I could be. You must have iron self-control!" said Kofi.
"I have a couple of others waiting for after our meeting, just for you, and a private room you can use if you want to - I thought you might like to really sample the goods up close you know?" said Daddy.
"But not this one?"
"Mine's the only cock for her anymore, my friend."
"Does his - damn it, I mean hers - ever get let out?"
"She doesn't need it to be out in order to cum, so no. It's fully functional and always will be, but she maintains more of a gurlified slavemind by always being locked. She knows that it's just there to make her look cute for me, nothing else."
"OK gurlie, get your little dress and panties off for me now, I want to look properly at you," said Kofi.
"Yes sir of course sir!" I sang back.
"Three bags full sir!" laughed Kofi.
"My process totally ego strips the slave and makes her amenable to being very eager to obey. Persephone isn't right out at the extreme end though, I like her to be a little bratty for me just every now and then, it keeps things interesting," said Daddy.
"My clients would be wanting little angels for their gurls, never bratty - can you manage that?"
"Absolutely, and the two you'll be sampling are very much that, so you'll see just how good they can be for you."
"Now then Persephone, come sit in my lap," said Kofi.
Very smoothly I put my arms around Kofi's neck and then I slid down onto his lap and planted my rump above his visibly hard cock, which I could see bulging through his trousers. He let out a grunt and I squirmed into position, which made him grin and sigh, and then he slapped my arse playfully. I giggled and writhed and his cock grew harder still. Kofi sighed and seemed to remember why he was there.
He ran his hands over my juicy breasts and then gently pinched each of my upturned cherry red nipples. I moaned because Daddy had made me extra sensitive there when he'd put me through all of his custom-designed surgeries and transformed me from man to gurl-slave. Kofi caressed my tits and I let out more big moans, which made him grin like a wolf, and then he slapped my tits in turn and I squealed each time. I pouted a little and looked at him with obvious fear, so he shushed me and stroked my silky dark brown hair.
"What's her pain tolerance set at by the way? She seems to react very hard to a gentle slap," said Kofi.
"It's at a three out of ten on the Agony-10 scale, so that whenever she goes over my knee she really feels it, but she likely won't faint. The two samples you'll interact with shortly are at a four and a six on the scale. I can't go above seven because the psychological breaking process might not work properly," said Daddy.
"A shame, but it is what it is. A seven will be enough to satisfy some of my more sadistic customers, but not all. They can shop elsewhere - I'll mostly want threes to fives anyway. Now Persephone, let me see those thighs of yours. Mmmm! So milky white, so smooth, so hairless, so very nicely toned. Quite the most delicately feminine legs I've ever seen you know, really very nice indeed.
"And your waist! Oh, the way it cinches in and then the curves flow out, you must barely have room for any organs in there. You're such a lucky little gurl to have had a Daddy who would do this for your body. Now tell me Ekon, how is her intelligence and problem solving ability now after her reconditioning? Persephone, you just sit there on my lap and be a quiet good gurl for us," said Kofi.
"I changed Persephone from a 120 on the international standard intelligence scale down to an 85, partly through a hypnotic conditioning regime, partly through medication, and partly through the special neural implant I developed, which I told you about on the tour of the labs. She would struggle to function independently for long, and she's too stupid to be able to access her old professional knowledge and skills. However, that doesn't matter because she's a better slave for it."
