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Pumpkin (dg,mc)

The beautiful brunette awoke feeling odd. She was alone, lying down on the rug in a bedroom that wasn’t hers. Her surroundings were vaguely familiar, but she felt pretty confused. As the slumber left her eyes, she started feeling more alert, and more frightened. Something was really wrong. She realized with fear that she didn’t remember where she was, or how she got there. But the more she tried to dig into her memories, the more frightened she became. With terror, she realized that she didn’t even remember her name!

She stood up and walked around the bedroom. She was naked, which wasn’t her main concern given the circumstances but it certainly added to her discomfort. She didn’t remember her name, but somehow she knew that she didn’t use to sleep in the nude. 

She walked to a full body mirror and contemplated herself. She was a beautiful young woman, she must be between 27 and 30. She was in a pretty good shape, with a flat stomach, well-formed long legs, and a firm bubble bottom. Her eyes looked at her own breast.  Her tits were big and firm, but oddly contemplating them she felt a strange shyness overwhelming her.

New waves of memories flooded her mind, and she learned something new about herself. She was shy about her body. Picture after picture of herself posing in front of mirrors came to her mind, making her realize that she always wore conservative, demure clothes to hide her curves. Along with the images, came the emotional memories, and she knew she hated that men stared at her, especially at her breast.

She hated their undisguised lust, and most of all she hated being seen as an object. She was much more than that. She didn’t quite remember what, but she knew she was smart, and educated, and she deserved much more than being seen as an eye candy for lustful men. And the women, she remembered the looks that some women gave her and shivered. They were jealous and despiteful at the same time. They silently questioned her success, attributing it to her body instead of her mind and hard work. They thought that she was a slut, only because she had the body, but she wasn’t one. She was almost the opposite.

She felt anger and a strong urge to get dressed. Suddenly she couldn’t stand to be naked anymore. She started looking around in the bedroom and in the closet for something to wear, but she could only find men’s clothes.

“What am I doing naked in a man’s bedroom?”, she asked herself.

She finally put on a green sweatshirt with a university logo, along with some gray sweatpants. Both garments were too big for her, but they covered her body, and she managed to keep the pants from falling down thanks to the string that they had to tie around her waist.

 She felt more confident now that she was dressed, but she resumed the search for her own clothes. She hoped that they help her remember. “I probably have an Id with my clothes or in a handbag”, she thought with hope.

“They must be somewhere, I surely didn’t arrive here naked. They must be under the covers, or probably in the bathroom”,

After a few minutes, she was convinced with despair that probably her clothes were outside the room. It was so unlikely for her to get undressed outside the bedroom. She was puzzled and started to feel frightened again, so she tried to calm herself. She was in the bathroom and out of habit, she grabbed a brush and started combing her hair. She instinctively knew how to comb it to her best advantage.

“Why can I remember how to comb my hair, and what clothes I like and dislike, and not even remember my name?”, she thought bitterly, but calmer that she would expect given her situation.

She looked at her image on the bathroom mirror once more. Somehow she knew that the owner of the sweatshirt was someone she was acquainted with. She felt something pleasant looking at the university logo in it. “It is probably my alma-mater”, she thought.

She marched to the bedroom door and hesitated for a few seconds. For all she knew, she could have been kidnapped or drugged. Maybe they were outside waiting for her to kill her or something.

“No. It doesn’t make sense. They could have killed me while I was sleeping. And I am not in a stranger’s house. I know this house, and this sweatshirt belongs to somebody I know. Maybe I had an accident or consumed a drug. I hope it didn’t permanently damage my brain.”

She decided that she was probably safe in that house and she needed to get outside of that room. She wanted to get to more familiar surroundings in order to help her mind to remember. She had successfully suppressed her panic, but she desperately needed to know more about herself, to remember more.

Part 2

 “Wow! Look at you!”, said a man that was sat in the living room. “I am impressed. You even found yourself something to wear. That is so you”, he said smiling cheerfully.

She was startled by his voice. She looked at him trying to find answers. He was around her own age. They could have been classmates at the university or something, all in all, he was pretty familiar to her.

She smiled back at him, more out of social reflex than of a real feeling. She had sensed something odd about his smile. It wasn’t a warm smile, she sensed that it was not a sincere smile for a friend. It was more like an amused smile.

She shivered at the thought of depending on a man that she felt so distant when she was living her hardest hour. She sighed resigned; after all, she didn’t have any other choices.

“Excuse me…. I… “, she was hesitating, trying to decide if revealing her current mental state was the wisest thing to do, but she couldn’t think of another way. She really needed his help, so she decided to compromise by being sincere but concealing the extent of her amnesia.

“I.. don’t remember how I got here…”

“That is not important pumpkin”

“Pumpkin”, she thought, and that nickname kept spinning in her mind for several seconds.

“He must be my husband, no, not my husband, otherwise there would be woman’s clothes in the bedroom closet. No, he is probably my boyfriend”, she thought while faint, confusing memories came to her mind. She felt something for him, but the emotions were all mixed up.

She decided she could trust that man.

“Something must have hit my head because there are things that I don’t remember now… Please don’t freak out… but what’s your name?”

He laughed briefly.  Oddly she could perceive great excitement in his smile. She didn’t feel the concern and sympathy that she expected. No, instead, his face expressed a mix of amazement, amusement, and…. and satisfaction?.

“My name is not important Pumpkin. You must call me sir”

“Yes sir”, she said without thinking, and immediately regreted it.

“Come on girl”, she thought to herself, “You must get a grip, show some control of the situation”.

But she quickly became distracted. The way he was openly staring at her was making her feel embarrassed. With one hand she pulled the collar of her sweatshirt up, to assure that her tits were fully covered, and with the other she grabbed the waist of her sweatpants, preventing any kind of accident.

“Can you drive me home, please”, she said feeling more and more uncomfortable under his stare. She also hoped that her home and belongings could spark the memories to return.

“This is your home now Pumpkin”, he said.

It wasn’t a welcome, or an invitation, it was more the simple statement of a fact.

“No, it isn’t”, she thought, but she couldn’t verbalize it.  

“Now step over the coffee table and take off your clothes”

She looked at him like he was crazy or something. “What is he thinking, he must know that I would never do that”.

But much to her amazement and embarrassment, her body thought otherwise. She walked to the coffee table in the center of the living room and graciously stepped over the low table. She was blushing with embarrassment, but in spite of that, she took off her shirt and handed it to him. She immediately covered her tits with her arms, ashamed of her actions and of her own docility.

“No Pumpkin! No covering. Put your hands by your side…  that’s it. Now, remember: You should never cover your tits in my presence. Understood?”

She nodded shyly. He contemplated her for a minute; she looked really cute, her face and shoulders were completely red, and she was biting her lower lip nervously. All her mind was now concentrated on her partial nudity, her amnesia and other concerns were relegated to a  distant second place while her shyness overwhelmed her senses. It became even worse as her hands, with a will of their own, started pulling her pants down.

“Please, Sir… make me stop…”, she said in a very low voice while looking at the floor ashamed of being under his control. She had always been a strong woman. She didn’t remember the facts, but she did know that she was a successful, strong-willed, independent woman. But now she felt that the only way to stop her shameful stripping, was to beg Sir to tell her so… to order her so,  but he didn’t, and after a few seconds, she finally kicked the sweatpants in his direction.

She tried to cover her pubic hair with her hands, but he said, “Hands by your side. The no-covering rule also applies for your pussy and ass”

She blushed but could not resist putting her arms by her side.

“Turn around… slowly”.

“What is happening to me? Why can’t I resist his orders?”, she thought bitterly while slowly gyrating so Sir could have a good look at every nook and cranny of her body. She felt completely ashamed, but even thru her overwhelming embarrassment that seemed to fill all her thoughts and senses, she was able to perceive a growing sensation coming from between her legs. She realized with shame that she was getting horny. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her exposure, or because she was being ordered around, or it was maybe the humiliation. All in all the arousal was undeniable.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Sir.

“Very good Pumpkin. You definitely have a great body. Now come and kneel in front of me”

She sensed what was coming and tried to fight against it. First trying to resist his order and then trying to negotiate.

“Please, sir. Not now… I am… er… not feeling well… you know…. Maybe another day….”

“Pumpkin. Don’t speak unless you are spoken to”

She tried to bargain, but she wasn’t able to talk anymore. She didn’t feel anything weird, simply her mouth didn’t obey her. Her whole body seemed to obey Sir first. She knelt just in front of Sir, who was still sit in a comfortable armchair. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. It was partially erect.

“Pumpkin. Give me a nice blowjob while I make some calls. I know you don’t have much experience, but you are a smart girl, so use your imagination and try with all your might to pleasure me”

She wanted to run, to kick him, to at least insult him, but she couldn’t do any of those things, instead, she started licking at his cock, from his balls and up to the tip. She tried to stop thinking about it, but her mind seemed to be dedicated to just one thing: imagining the best course of action to give Sir the most pleasurable blowjob ever. She started swallowing his cock and alternating it with long licks here and there. Her brain was hypersensitive to his responses and she adapted her moves, trying to improve the ones that got the better reactions from him.

He then dialed his phone. “Could you put me in line with Mr. Frank Lexter…. I am Tomas Muller”

“Tomas Muller… Tom!”, thought Pumpkin, a myriad of memories rushing to her mind. “He is my fiancé, and a scientist”

“Hi Frank”, said Tom. “She is finally here….   Yes … she is perfect…. Everything is working good so far… She is now giving me a long overdue blowjob, she looks amazing on her knees…you should see her tits bouncing as she swallows my dick over and over, it is quite a spectacle”

She felt outraged, how could her fiancé talk that way about her, as she was nothing more than a toy. It was as if she wasn’t there.

“Why should I care what Miriam thinks about this? She doesn’t have a saying in this anymore”.

“Miriam!”, thought Pumpkin, “That is my name, I am Miriam”, the memories flowed to her mind again.

“I don’t care if the Sanders are powerful people;  I am not doing anything wrong. She could feel uncomfortable about it, but that is not my problem.”

Tom seemed upset, while she was getting more excited. “I remember now! I am Miriam Sanders!”, she thought, but her mind couldn’t really dig deeper because she was dedicated in body and soul to make Tom come. 

Frank said something on the other side of the line that broke Tom’s tension and made him laugh.

“Of course you can come and I will share my new toy with you. I may invite some of Miriam’s coworkers; I bet nobody will miss the chance, even with so short notice. We will have a little party it would be lots of fun…. Yes, she will be serving drinks nude… and maybe she performs for some of you… I know Miriam will hate it, but I don’t care and it would surely make for some interesting talk at the boring Neurona labs”

Pumpkin was humiliated beyond belief. She could not believe that her fiancé was going to show her to his and her coworkers like that.  She tried to stop her ministrations, but she was physically unable to do it. If anything she was trying harder and harder to make Tom reach orgasm.

He finally hung up the phone, and soon he could not refrain his incoming orgasm anymore. He spurted his semen all over her face and tits.

“Leave it there”, he ordered, “From now on, you will only remove my semen when I order you to do so”

She nodded. She felt extremely aroused. She made a motion to stand up, but he said.

“Don’t move”

And she remained knelt. He then marched to the bathroom, leaving her alone with her thoughts. At first, all that she could think of was the semen that was dripping from her chin, and the crusts of drying semen that were slowly forming on her cheeks; but after a few minutes she achiveved some concentration and started remembering more and more details.

She was Miriam Sanders, she had a PhD in neuroscience. She worked at Neurona Labs, doing some research. Her fiancé was Tomas Muller, he was her classmate in an under graduated class, back in her days at Stanford University. He was also a scientist, but he was a specialist in robots or something like that.

She slowly remembered that they had dated in their College years. Then they separated.

“You may move now Pumpkin. Wash your face and go to the kitchen to prepare my lunch, I would like a…”

“Toasted sandwich of turkey and cheese, with Jalapeños but no prickles”, she said without thinking.

“Yes…”, he said surprised and thrilled. “I want exactly that”

“May I dress now Sir”, she tried to say Tom, but found it impossible, so she reverted to Sir.

“No Pumpkin, I like to see you nude, I don’t know if I will ever buy you clothes, they only get in the way”

She blushed and marched to the bathroom.

While she prepared his meal, she remembered more fragments of her life, like finding Tom by chance, years after College. She remembered how they started to date again. He was a gentleman, and he was in love with her. She remembered they moved together a year later, and they lived in her apartment, after all, she made more money and she always wanted to be in control.

The afternoon was pretty uneventful for her, if you obviate the fact that she was naked, she couldn’t do anything against Tom’s will, and worse of all, she was ignored. It was as if she was nothing more than an object for him, he didn’t even comment if he liked the meal or even the blowjob. To make things worse for her, at some point he even told her to freeze by the door.

And there she was naked and standing perfectly still when the guests started to arrive. The first guest was Frank, she recognized him as Tom’s friend and coworker. She had always thought that he appreciated her, but now instead of coming to her help, or at least acknowledge her as a human being, he simply asked Tom.

“Wow, It’s really her. May I touch?”

“Of course, be my guest”

He started to roam his hand all over her body, especially her tits, ass, and pussy, while she couldn’t even move. Still, her eyes and blush betrayed her embarrassment. Which only grew bigger when Frank noted, “She is really wet!” while laughing.

“I am going to pour me a drink”

Pumpkin thought that she could not be more embarrassed but then her own coworkers arrived, she knew otherwise. There was Lillian, the receptionist, Mark of accounting, and the tall skinny office boy. Fortunately, her research partners weren’t invited o couldn’t arrive.

Pumpkin felt disappointed at their lack of empathy.  Surely they weren’t really close to her, and given their low rank, she could even have been a little rude to each of them, but their attitude towards her was one of complete contempt and amusement.

They laughed openly at her and joked that they always wanted to see her tits.

“You can even touch them now boys”, said Lillian, and watched amused as her coworkers complied.

Later, the guests were talking animatedly in the living room while Pumpkin served them drinks and offered them snacks completely naked.

She wanted to run from there. She was extremely ashamed and humiliated, but she could not disobey Tom. She was mostly silent, but Tom had ordered her to announce to all of them that her name was Pumpkin. Everybody laughed, and she felt so small, so inferior. She tried to say that her name was Miriam Sanders, but she couldn’t do so, as hard as she tried, she always ended saying that her name was Pumpkin.

At one corner of the room, Lillian was talking with Tom, “Miriam always criticized me for dressing too daring, so you can imagine that I am enjoying this party a lot. She also insinuated someday that I got my position by fucking the boss, so I can wait to see this bitch to perform for the office boy”.

To Pumpkin surprise, Tom laughed amused and ordered her to do exactly that.

So soon she was on her knees in the center of the living room giving head to the skanky office boy while Lillian and others cheered for him.

“How could everybody treat me like that?”, she thought bitterly without stopping her ministrations.

“Hey! She is dripping wet!”, said Lillian that was really enjoying the show.

Pumpkin blushed completely ashamed of her own reactions.

“OK Pumpkin, not everybody here is an exhibitionist as you, so go to the bathroom and service anyone that comes there. And Pumpkin don’t touch yourself down there”

She looked at him no believing his words and deeply blushing. Hadn’t she be humiliated enough. She remembered that she loved him and he loved her back, but now, she was not more than an object for him.

She obeyed, and spent the next couple of hours, with her knees on the cold bathroom floor, orally servicing all the guests, including the hateful Lillian who seemed to enjoy the experience a little too much. But the worst part was that in spite of the strong rejection of her rational mind to the situation, her body seemed to enjoy it a lot, and even without touching her pussy, she had built an inhuman peak of arousal waiting for release.

To end the reunion Tom summoned Pumpkin to the living room and made her kneel over the coffee table with her knees wide apart and her hands behind her neck.

“Do you want to come Pumpkin?”

She blushed and looked at the faces around her, trying to avoid the question. Of course, she wanted to come, she was indeed desperate to do it, but she wouldn’t admit it in front of all these people, not after all the degrading things that she had made during the evening. The end of the party must be near. She just simply has to wait for them to leave, and then take care of her “itch”.

“OK, maybe you don’t want to come.  You won’t have another chance until tomorrow night”

“No!”, She thought, “tomorrow is too far away, I need it now”

“Yes”, she said in a very low voice and looking at the floor.

“Yes, what?”, said Tom.

“I want to come”, she said, her lower lip trembling a bit.

“It’s late now, you should have answered before, but I am feeling benevolent;  you may beg our guests and if they agree, you may come today”

She darted a sight to him. She looked hurt, but she was desperate and looked back to the expectant people in the room.

“May I come, sirs, Lillian, please. I beg you all”, she was feeling more embarrassed than any day in her life.

After some laughs, everybody agreed, and soon she was masturbating in front of them to three, incredibly fabulous orgasms.

When everybody left, Tom ordered her to lay on the living room’s rug until he ordered otherwise the next morning.

She complied, and she lay there naked and feeling like a discarded toy after her owner was bored of playing with it.

Part 3

After a restless sleep, she awoke early in the morning. She was still wondering about the very realistic nightmare that she just had, but soon she was abruptly taken back to reality by her nudity, and her incapability to leave the rug, even when she wished to go to the bathroom and pee. After a few minutes of panic, in which the magnitude of her helplessness of the day before hit her like a train. She managed to calm down.

“Focus Miriam”, she said to herself,  “You are really in deep trouble, but you are not a little girl who gives up easily. There must be a way out. Just stay calm and focused”

She tried to dig into her memories. Tom’s actions didn’t seem to match with the memories that she had of him. He seemed completely detached from her.

Tom seemed to be sound asleep, he probably won’t wake up in hours, so she had a chance to think of her past.

She started to remember scenes from their relationship. It was a lot easier than the day before. It still felt like a puzzle to be solved, but at least the pieces were now easier to grab. 

They were a happy couple, flashes of them at the movies, or making love in her bedroom came to her mind. Sometimes interrupted by memories of she at her lab, working. She remembered clearly formulas, passwords, a few side projects, but curiously not her main project.

Then she remembered playing games in the bedroom. Power games. She remembered herself tied, enjoying great orgasms while Tom teased her. She remembered being ashamed of that, wanting and not wanting to stop those games. She remembered Tom getting more and more into those games, and always pushing her farther away from her comfort zone. She remembered that her body enjoyed the ride like nothing else, but her mind, her feminist mind, suffered a lot.

She liked the fantasies, but the fact of really taking orders from Tom was another thing entirely. At some point, they stopped the games, but soon they both missed them.

Their relationship was cooling down dangerously and Miriam wanted to do something about it. She needed Tom, and she needed the crazy orgasms that he gave her, but she didn’t like the idea of spiraling downwards in a web of total obedience to Tom, she simply wasn’t like that.

There was a special project in Neurona Labs. She remembered it now, it was her main project. At some point, she realized that she could use the idea behind that project to fantasize with Tom and put new fire on their relationship without having to obey him blindly. Instead, both could get their thrills simply toying with the idea of making something really outrageous.

She clearly remembered the day that she told him about her project and her idea.

“Tom. You know what am I working on Neurona Labs”

“No. Not really”

“Well, We are working in something called imprinting. Do you know what does it mean?”

“I don’t know… It’s something like those little ducks?”

“Yes, it is something like that. You know the image of the mother gets imprinted in the little ducks’ brain, so they can follow her around and accept her ‘orders’ and be safe. There had been cases where the image of man gets imprinted on the little ducks’ brains as the man is the first thing they see when they born, so they end up following him as if he was  their mother”

“Oh.  I see”, said Tom without much interest.

“We have managed to imprint our images in a superior organism, especially mammals. They don’t have this instinct, evolution had substituted it for something more useful for them,  but the brain mechanisms for imprinting are still there, evolution is slow to cut down the waste, you know. We have managed to use those dormant mechanisms to imprint ourselves in dogs and monkeys. After that, they are mostly free if left alone, but not able to disobey our commands.”

“Wow! That’s really something”, said Tom, genuinely amazed.

“What about humans, could it be done with us?”

“Yes, probably, but we have not perfected the technique enough to make a trial. The military has expectations, it could stop treasons, not to mention that it would be a powerful weapon, but it could take years. We are just doing the first steps here”

That night they started a little game. They would fantasy that when the mechanism was ready, she would let Tom imprint himself on her brain, so she would be completely unable to resist his orders. They had the best sex that night and continued having great sex for months. Every time the relationship seemed to start cooling down, she would come and say that her lab team had reached a new milestone in their research, and that would spark their sex life again.

Miriam was pretty satisfied with the development. She was able to get very arousing, very real fantasies, but she didn’t have to enact them. They would talk in bed about the clothes that Tom would make her wear and the outrageous things that he would make her do, but she didn’t have to really obey Tom’s orders or anything. So she got the best of both worlds, she had her thrills and she preserved her strong feminist positions at the same time.

She was stunned at her own memories.

“I don’t remember if we really developed enough the imprinting technique to apply it to a human being”, she thought.

“I will ask Tom to let me go. Being a mindless slave could have been an extraordinary fantasy, but now that it is real, well, it is still arousing, but it is awful. I can’t live like this. I have dreams, I need respect. Everybody thinks of me as an object now.”

 The situation didn’t change in the next few weeks. She wasn’t able to express her feelings to Tom because she was ordered to be silent except to answer Tom’s questions.  She spent most of her time doing home chores, like cleaning the apartment and cooking. Tom never bothered to give her anything to cover her nudity and forbid her to use his clothes. He often would use her sexually, ordering her to perform the most degrading acts, and then, once satisfied, threw her away like a discarded toy.

Sometimes he will organize parties at his apartment, or take her to parties at his friends’. Anyway, she would be used, both as a free nude waitress, and of course sexually. Her sexual response to her humiliations increased over time, and she was now completely unable to postpone her orgasms. She will do whatever degrading acts Tom demanded from her in order to get them.

Still, in the nights, she tried to dig into her memories, trying to find answers. Why was Tom so mean to her? And then one night she remembered a little fact. They had broken up. She didn’t remember too well why, but it was something related to their imprinting fantasy game. Maybe he grew tired of the teasing, maybe he got angry. Her memories weren’t so clear, but she remembered that he was sad and angry when she finally asked him to leave her apartment.

She remembered that even then he had acted as a gentleman. She vaguely remembered that she did him a favor after their breakup, trying to remain as friends. It was something about his own research. 

Then one Saturday everything changed. Somebody rang the apartment bell.

“Pumpkin, open the door”, Tom shouted from his bedroom.

Pumpkin hated to open the door naked. It was too shameful; Tom has forbidden her to cover herself with the door or even with her hands. In spite of the weeks that she had been there, she was still as embarrassed as the first time.

When she opened the door, she became breathless.  There in front of her was the vivid image of herself. Well, not exactly, the lady in front of her was dressed in expensive jeans and a blue designer gray button-up blouse. She wore gold earrings and an expensive watch; a small black handbag completed the outfit. Her hair was combed in a ponytail tied with an expensive barrette.  Her look was casual but obviously expensive. Pumpkin even remembered that particular ensemble from her wardrobe.

To be continued

Part 4

“What is going on here?”, she thought completely overwhelmed by the situation. She was particularly stunned by the fact that the woman in front of her didn’t seem surprised to see her double in front of her. She seemed more curious of  Pumpkin’s nudity.

Pumpkin wanted to scream, but her conditioning was too strong, and silently she escorted the guest to the living room where she announced.

 “Sir, Miss…?”, with the shock she had forgotten to ask for the lady’s name.

“Miriam Sanders”, said the Lady.

Pumpkin blushed. Her mind was spinning.

“Sir. Miss Miriam Sanders is here”

The whole phrase sounded surrealistic.

“What is happening here?”, she thought. “This is too much. Who is this imposter?”

“Hi, Miriam! Long time no see!”

He kissed her on the cheek. He looked a little bit nervous, and probably embarrassed.

She seemed happy to see him too,  but there was a hint of contained anger in her attitude.

“I see you already met pumpkin”

“Yes. I met her. And I heard a lot about her in the office”, she said, now showing her anger openly.

“I deserve an explanation. What is all this about?”, she continued.

“Ok. Pumpkin bring us some coffee and then kneel by her armchair”

Pumpkin complied, her heart racing a thousand miles an hour.

After some small talk, Tom started his tale, in front of him was Miriam sit in the most comfortable armchair in the living room; knelt beside the armchair was Pumpkin, who was somewhat the slave version of the former.

“When you and I broke up a few months ago, I was devastated. I was feeling completely empty and void. I felt really close to the cliff.  I knew I had to put my mind and soul into something else, but my thoughts kept wandering to you and the fantasies that we shared.  Then I realized that I couldn’t probably have you, but I could apply my mind and resources to make the fantasy turn real.

 I really shouldn’t tell you all these details, but I think you deserve a full explanation.

You know I have been working for years in a way to upload the conscience to artificial intelligence beings. At our company we foresee that in 15 or 20 years everybody will be able to live by avatars, it would be like reaching immortality.  Today the process is roughly functional, and we still years, and a lot of experiments away from having this commercially available, but the funds for research are pouring in.

And my friend Frank, he is always researching for ways to make robots look more human. He had developed a way to manufacture hybrid androids. They are manufactured with altered human DNA, and are mostly human clones with a computerized nervous system. They are even able to process food into energy. You may say that they are half robots, half human clones.

As you can see Frank’s work is pretty ready for prime time, but mine is still in a very early stage”

Pumpkin was feeling ditzy. She didn’t want to hear the conclusion of that talk, but she was unable to move.

“Well”, continued Tom, “This is the embarrassing part. Do you remember that day, after our breakup, when I asked you for help in our research?”

“Yes”, said Miriam, “You told me to put a helmet,  and you said that it was a research to map knowledge in the brain. I wore that helmet for hours. Then you made me play some kind of game in a green room, and finally, you took some blood samples”

“Yes, you remember it right. In the first step, we uploaded your conscience to a supercomputer. In the second we took all your body dimensions and analyzed your smooth movements, and finally, we picked your DNA,  so Frank could replicate your body and it’s graceful movements.”

“So she is basically me?”

“No. Not we’re not quite there yet. So far we have not been able to upload a full conscience to a computer. I don’t really know why, but our first successes in these attempts were to transfer personality traits and thinking patrons.  So she basically looks like you, moves like you, she have your personality traits, you know your strong will, and your shyness about your body, as well as your sexual submissiveness for example, so she most probably reacts like you would do.  But she doesn’t have your memories or even your knowledge, and I am pretty sure she doesn’t have self-awareness. She can recognize herself in a mirror, that’s for sure, but she didn’t have the capability of recognizing herself as an individual, you know in the philosophical meaning. Let’s say that she is just a very sophisticated appliance that looks like you, and is programmed to act similar to you”

Pumpkin was stunned, the reality finally hit her like a train.  She was finally able to understand all the weird things that had happened to her in the last few weeks. “So I am nothing more than a robot. That is why everybody treats me as an object, without any consideration”, she was trying to come to terms with that terrible news,  her respiration was coming fast, and she thought she could hyperventilate.

She tried to remain rational, there was something that didn’t fit,

“But I have memories you moron”, she thought bitterly, “And knowledge too, I know a lot about neuroscience and many other subjects, but you don’t let me talk, and don’t let me show more intelligence than a complete bimbo”

She wanted to cry, but somehow it wasn’t possible. She was trapped now, she realized that there was absolutely no way out. She had to accept that she was a machine, no more than a microwave oven in the eyes of others, although she felt otherwise. She knew she was Miriam Sanders, she remembered her own childhood, her youth, the images, the emotions, the smells, everything. And she didn’t like the life ahead for her. She had dreams, she wanted other things for her life, she wished for accomplishments, for respect, for love.

Pumpkin lost in her thoughts, missed a few bits of the conversation.

“I am sorry Miriam, I know I crossed the line, but those fantasies had grown too much, and I really wanted to make them real.  I probably shouldn’t have manufactured Pumpkin based on you, and surely I shouldn’t have shown Pumpkin to your coworkers”. 

Surprisingly Miriam didn’t seem so offset now.

“Showing your new toy to my coworkers wasn’t a wise thing to do, but I forgive you, just don’t do it again”

Tom didn’t miss the fact that she didn’t make a fuss about modeling Pumpkin after her.  He couldn’t resist the urge and embraced her with thankfulness. Pumpkin saw the scene with bitter envy, the sweet embrace and kiss, and the respect in Tom’s eyes were miles away from the treatment she received from him.

“I will do anything to make it up to you”, he said sincerely looking at her former fiancé.

Miriam seemed hesitant, but after an awkward long silence, she said.

“I want something….”

“Yes?”

“I want some time alone with Pumpkin”

He looked at Miriam puzzled. He didn’t know how to interpret that, and only managed to ask,

“Now?”

“Yes”, she nodded. She seemed shy, and Tom smiled warmly.

“OK. Pumpkin, you are to obey every order of Ms. Miriam as if it was mine, and you are to answer all her questions sincerely. Understood?”

“Yes Sir”, she said while nodding.

 “Well, I have plans anyway. I am going to play Golf with Frank, I will be back at night. You may stay as you long as you want, and don’t worry If you have to leave; Pumpkin has orders to stay home, and she would not be able to leave even if you order her to do so. ”, he said smiling at the turn of the events.

Part 5

Once Tom left, there was an awkward moment between the two women. Miriam was observing Pumpkin with a fascination that she had managed to conceal while Tom was present.

“So what is like?”, asked Miriam with undisguised excitement.

“It’s awful”, said Pumpkin, ”You should know it. I am supposed to think and feel like you”, she said angered, but keeping her voice low and respectful.

“Yes!”, said Miriam cheerfully,  completely missing or ignoring Pumpkin’s anger. “That is why it’s so exciting. It is as if it was really me living thru you. Tell me about it; I want to know everything.”

Directed by Miriam’s questions Pumpkin started telling her all the story, her shameful routine, her emotions, the humiliation of being treated as a mindless object or a toy, with absolutely no regards for her feelings. She told her about all the embarrassing exposure that she had suffered since her nightmare begun and she told her about all the degrading sex acts that she had been forced to perform.

Miriam often interrupted her trying to dig deeply into her sensations and emotions, asking her how she felt about a particular act, or if it aroused her. Pumpkin shamefully admitted that as days passed she was hornier, and it became harder for her to control her arousal. She confessed that she had made a lot of indignities on her own free will, just to be allowed to come, and the humiliation of degrading herself that way made her even hornier.

Pumpkin observed that Miriam was getting extremely aroused just by hearing her stories. Miriam had made a pause in her interrogatory, maybe trying to regain some composure, or probably deciding if she should go to the bathroom to take care of some business. Pumpkin decided to take advantage of it, so she could take a break.

“Miriam, there is been weeks since I have worn clothes for the last time; I really want to feel what is like to be covered again, and you are probably trying to imagine better how do I feel. Why don’t you lend me your clothes, only for a few minutes, so you can see firsthand how it feels.”

Miriam was dazed, she was hornier than ever. She had been horny since she overheard the office gossip about her robot doppelganger being exposed and used as a sex toy.  She had often masturbated fantasizing it was her. She was hesitating, when she was with Tom she had decided to never act on her fantasies again, but now the temptation was too strong.

She blushed bright red, and looking to the floor she said, “Ok, let’s go to the bedroom”

“No”, said Pumpkin with and authority that surprised Miriam, “you will get a much better feeling of what is like if we do it here”

Miriam blushed even deeper. She looked around, like trying to ensure that Tom really wasn’t there. Once she was sure, she bit her lower lip and started unbuttoning her blouse, then she stood up, took off her tennis shoes, unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. She folded her jeans and put them over the coffee table, then she took off her unbuttoned blouse and put it folded along with her jeans.

She took a deep breath and looked around again, trying to reassure herself that nobody would see her acting so stupidly. When she convinced herself that they were really alone she unclipped her bra and with one quick motion she took it off and deposited it over her jeans. Then trying not to think she pulled her panties down and placed it along her blouse.

“No. Don’t cover yourself. It is a rule, remember?”

Miriam put her hands by her side, then Pumpkin started dressing. She put her panties first, and she was in ecstasy. Feeling the soft fabric over her skin, and finally getting covered was a sensation that she had missed for so long. The rest of the clothes followed quickly, she even stepped into the tennis shoes.

She was delighted, it’s been weeks since she was covered, she felt as she was recovering her humanity. She tried to push aside the idea that she was a machine. “No, don’t listen to them”, she corrected herself mentally, “I am another human being, just with different insides”.

She turned to see Miriam who was blushing and was almost dripping wet. She was feeling strange seeing Pumpkin dressedin her clothes, while she was standing there completely naked and vulnerable. She realized the role reversal was sending tingles to her pussy.

“Don’t forget the jewelry,” Pumpkin commanded. Miriam nervously took off her earrings and watch, and slightly trembling she handed them to Pumpkin.

This time Pumpkin took her time putting first the watch and admiring how good it looked on her delicate wrist before putting on the earrings. She moved her head around, and feel pretty good.

“The barrette”, she said.

Miriam was in a daze, so she complied delivering the last item that she was wearing to Pumpkin.

Pumpkin opened Miriam’s handbag, and she was about to protest, but she stopped when the robot took a brush and started combing her hair in a neat ponytail that she held with the barrette. Then she approached Miriam and disarranged her hair obtaining the wild look that she had a few moments before.

Miriam took a strand of hair off her face and looked at Pumpkin. She seemed so secure, so in command, while she was now the insecure little slave.  She was getting more aroused at the role reversal.

 “If you really want the whole experience, I may order you around”

Miriam’s arousal was paralyzing her. She barely nodded. It was getting easier for her to imagine at that moment that she was Pumpkin.

“mmh”, said Pumpkin thinking.

“You know, if I call you Miriam, you won’t get the sensation of losing your name and the respect and identity it conveys. But it feels weird to call you Pumpkin, after all, it is my only name now. I will call you Pet, and you will call me Ma’am”

Miriam blushed, but she was thrilled, and really wanted to have “the whole experience”.

“Knelt on the coffee table Pet”

It was pretty embarrassing, but Miriam was so aroused that she complied without thinking.

“I can play along for a while and get my thrill. After all, I can order her to never tell anybody about it, and she will be completely unable to disobey my command. Maybe I can even order her to forget it”. This last thought gave her the tranquility to go on with the game.

 “Hands behind your neck”, ordered Pumpkin

Miriam complied.

Pumpkin thought that whatever Miriam was feeling, it couldn’t compare to her situation after all, Miriam had a choice, but she decided to give her the best possible experience.  Being on the other side of the rope was a very welcome experience that she wanted to prolong the most.

“Open your knees Pet…. Wider… wider… that’s it”

Miriam felt completely exposed. She could imagine how Pumpkin felt, being unable to stop this treatment.

“Wow! Look at those udders”, said Pumpkin amused, after all, she knew what buttons to push.

Miriam blushed and had to resist her urge to cover them.

“And that snatch is really dripping”

Miriam respiration was becoming short and ragged.

Pumpkin saw the elegant trim of Miriam’s pussy. She felt a wave of anger and jealousy; her own pubic hair had become a little bit wild in the last few weeks because she hadn’t been allowed to take care of it.  She got an idea that would help her feel better and give Miriam a new thrill.

“Pet, there is so much hair obstructing the view of your cunt. Go to the bathroom and shave it all”

Miriam looked at her, thinking to stop her but before she could talk Pumpkin said

“If you want to feel the real thrill, you must act as if you have no choice; Just imagine you can’t say no to anything, and simply obey every order no matter if you like it or not”

Miriam obeyed; Pumpkin was playing her buttons masterfully. She had never shaved her pussy bald, but she had often fantasized about doing it, especially on command.

A few minutes later she returned to her position knelt over the coffee table, with her knees widely separated, her now bald pussy did nothing to hid her red, swollen and wet pussy. She was now completely on display.

Pumpkin sat comfortably in front of Miriam, crossing her own legs in an elegant way.

“Start touching yourself Pet”

Miriam approached a trembling hand to her pussy, she lightly touched her clit, and then withdraw her hand and started rubbing her pussy lips. She was extremely aroused, and she wanted to postpone her orgasm as much as she could. She wanted to get the most of this once in a lifetime experience.

“Pinch your nipples pet”

Miriam was on autopilot, accepting every instruction. She was a pleasant spectacle, her cheeks were glowing with her arousal, her pussy was dripping, her nipples were hard as bullets, she looked like the perfect sexy little thing.

“Put a finger inside you… and another…. Hold them there…. That’s it”, she had sensed that Miriam was about to come, and she wanted to delay the moment too, and at the same time, she wanted to make her wait in the most humiliating position possible.

Just then the door ring sounded.

Miriam almost jumped, but Pumpkin stopped her.

” It is probably just the mailman, he can’t see you from the door, don’t move, and don’t pull your fingers or you will ruin the mood”.

“Ok”, she said in a low voice,” but do what it takes so I won’t become discovered”

Miriam’s heart was pounding hard when she heard the door open. She wanted the mailman or whoever it was to leave fast. She felt so exposed and she didn’t want to risk being seen in her current humiliating position. All her senses were completely alert, so from the first word, she recognized the voice coming from the front door; It was Tom!

“Hi Miriam”, he said greeting the fully clothed Pumpkin, “I am sorry, it started to rain and we had to postpone golf for tomorrow.”

Then he sensed something weird, “I expected Pumpkin to open the door, she has orders”

Pumpkin was startled, she normally couldn’t speak unless Tom asked her something, but now she sensed that she could speak freely. It was probably because although he didn’t mention her name, he was making eye contact with her,  or maybe because of Miriam’s last order.

All her will was on complying with Miriam’s order, and avoid that she was discovered. Just this time she wanted what she was ordered. She wanted Tom to leave, so they could continue with their little game which she was enjoying a lot. 

She decided that the best way to avoid problems for herself was to keep him believing she was Miriam.

“I had her busy”, she said winking at him.

He smiled back at her, and for the first time, she could feel the warmth of his real smile. She felt so good that she even shivered a little.

Tom walked past her in the direction of the living room. She would have wanted to stop him at the door, but she became distracted by his smile and her own reaction. 

Miriam had heard the conversation and the footsteps. She was paralyzed by the fear; she was about to be discovered by her former boyfriend in the most humiliating display.

Miriam tried to think quickly, she had two options: play along, and continue to suffer the humiliation of continue acting as Pumpkin’s puppet, now  in front of Tom, or confess him her true identity, and suffer the humiliation that he would know that instead of playing with Pumpkin as the toy it was, she had submitted herself to it. It was outrageous and extremely humiliating, she could never face him again. She decided to go for the first option, hoping that Pumpkin would think a way to get rid of Tom as soon as possible.

“I see that you have put her thru her paces”, Tom said amused when he saw Miriam knelt in the coffee table, a couple of fingers still inside her shaved pussy.

“Hey! I like what you did with her pussy!”, he said cheerfully.

Pumpkin simply smiled playfully, she knew that she must act quickly, otherwise Tom would start ordering Pumpkin around, and she would obey tearing down the whole charade.

“You promised to leave me alone with her. It is my toy for the day”, she said pouting as sensually as she could.

Miriam felt more at ease. Pumpkin was really trying to get rid of him. She expected him to leave any minute, but instead, he said something that surprised both women.

“I don’t have a place to go now, and it is raining. Tell you what, I will release Pumpkin from my control, so only you can order her around until tomorrow at 10:00 AM. How does it sound?”

Pumpkin thought it sounded more than wonderful, she will be totally free for almost a full day. “OK”, she said cheerfully.

He then turned to see Miriam and said, “Pumpkin, from now until tomorrow at 10:00 am, you are released from all of my orders, except this two: You must report to me tomorrow at 10:00 am in my bedroom, and resume your obedience to me, and second during your time free from my orders, you will only obey this beautiful girl and nobody else”, he said pointing at Pumpkin.

Pumpkin was ecstatic, she was not only free from Tom but also free from Miriam’s orders. (Not that Miriam had really ordered much, but she had that power).

Miriam on the other side was on the verge of a panic attack, she would have to reveal her identity. She will be completely humiliated, and worse,  Tom will be mad at her, for making Pumpkin free until the next day.  

 Pumpkin approached Miriam and whispered into her ear.

“Don’t worry Miriam, if you play along, nobody will know our little secret, and tomorrow everything will be back to normal”

Pumpkin sensed Miriam hesitation and went for the killing.

“It is your chance to live it all in first person without anybody knowing it is you. It is a once in a lifetime opportunity to live out your fantasies without a risk to your reputation. The only way he can discover the truth is if you fail to obey one of my orders”

Miriam shivered while Pumpkin portrayed a mischievous smile.

Pumpkin sat in the love sit just in front of the coffee table where the real Miriam was knelt naked and shamefully exposed.

“Come on Tom, sit beside me, you will enjoy the show”, said Pumpkin patting the seat beside her. The little perk of being able to call him Tom instead of Sir, made Pumpkin feel great.

“Come on Pet, it is time to continue what you were doing”

Miriam blushed. Tom’s presence made her humiliation more intense, almost unbearable. Certainly, he had seen her nude before, but she was never so wantonly displayed, and she had never touched herself in front of another human being.  She even hesitated for a little while, but she knew she had to obey to avoid the embarrassment of her real identity being revealed. 

She started slowly pumping her fingers inside her pussy.

“Don’t forget to pinch your nipples… that’s it”

“Now lick your nipples…. I know you can, your tits are huge... see… now try to suck them… fantastic!”

“Rub your clit pet…  but don’t look down, look at Tom’s eyes”

Miriam felt completely humiliated, she saw scorn, and amusement in Tom’s eyes. She had never felt that kind of sight from him, but somewhat that pushed her arousal several notches up. 

Pumpkin knew perfectly Miriam’s body, after all, it was just like hers.  So she made Miriam stop whenever she thought her pet was getting close to orgasm.

Miriam was getting more and more frustrated, and to add insult to injury, Pumpkin leaned on Tom’s shoulder and he quickly passed his arm around her shoulders. Pumpkin felt a warm sensation of happiness.

She looked at Miriam with despise. She could not believe that she was there exposing and degrading herself, almost by her choice. She smirked at her.

Miriam felt a pang of jealousy seeing Pumpkin all over her former boyfriend. But sensing her stare she felt a cold shiver running down her spine; She knew what was she thinking, she could felt her judgment and despise. She knew what Pumpkin was planning to do; She could easily read her; they were so much alike. Pumpkin was going to get her thrills on her look-alike humiliation, at the same time she grabs a respectful, loving treatment from Tom.

“Pet put your hands behind your neck”, said Pumpkin. Miriam’s respiration was short and ragged, and she was being denied an orgasm for the umpteenth time.

“Tom”, said Pumpkin, grabbing Tom’s cheek, “I really missed you.   I had been reminiscing a lot Lately.”

Miriam felt a hole in her stomach, seeing Tom again had stirred old feelings, and she had realized how much she missed him, and that she wanted him back in her life. It made her nervous that the stupid robot crashed her chances by saying or doing something stupid.

“Tom, do you remember Professor Smith, in college”, said Pumpkin.

Tom smiled warmly and nodded while saying. “How could I forget that”

“I was laughing alone the other day remembering the prank that we played him with that paint in the lab”, said Pumpkin, and then smiled teasingly, “but the best part was when you and I had to hide in the closet and end up necking there. You were pretty skillful to take off my bra in that confined space”

Both of them laughed, there were sparks in the air.

Miriam didn’t miss it, and her eyes clearly reflected her anger. Pumpkin was amused by it.

“Pet, Bend over a little… put your left hand on the coffee table… that’s it, now use the other hand to spank yourself, and look at us while you do it.”

Miriam blushed, but she knew she couldn’t go back then. She spanked herself.

“Harder… “, said Pumpkin, “Harder… Harder…. , that’s it, now alternate your ass cheeks.. a little bit faster.. follow this rhythm clap… clap … clap ….that’s it. Keep on doing it until I tell you to stop”

 So she spanked herself while the couple on the loveseat cheered for a few seconds, but then they started chatting, mostly ignoring Miriam spanking herself.

She shivered at this new humiliation. They were chatting, and reminiscing tenderly. Pumpkin was resting on Tom’s chest, gently rubbing it, while he had his arm around her shoulder and was using the other to caress her cheek.

She was feeling more and more uncomfortable at the couple’s obvious good chemistry. She wished to at least look to another side, but she didn’t want to disobey an order and give up her real identity. Her ass was becoming a deeper shade of red than her blushed face. She really wanted to stop.

Pumpkin and Tom started to talk about the day they ran into each other, years after college, and how they revived their love and relationship. Then Pumpkin said, “Could it happen again, Tom?”, her voice was soft and loving.  Tom didn’t answer, he simply leaned and kissed her lips softly.

Miriam felt overwhelmed by the jealousy. She was trying to be positive, thinking that it was a good thing that Pumpkin hadn’t blow her chances with Tom, but witnessing her former fiancé tenderly kissing another woman while she humiliated herself was just too much.

Tom started softly kissing Pumpkin’s neck (A favorite thing for Miriam). Pumpkin took advantage of the situation and directed a cruel smirk at Miriam. Miriam looked angry and mouthed “STOP!... AND STOP ME YOU BITCH OR…”

“OR WHAT?”, mouthed back Pumpkin.

 Miriam realized with desperation that she didn’t have any leverage. And it was not the best moment to piss off Pumpkin.

“Nothing… Sorry”, she mouthed humbled.

Tom’s kisses had traveled downwards,  he unbuttoned Pumpkin’s blouse and started kissing the top of Pumpkin’s tits. She was in heaven and seeing the humiliated Miriam just added to her pleasure.

When Tom’s hand wandered under Pumpkin’s bra, she softly said. “We better continue in the bedroom”

“But first…”, she wanted to bring down pet another peg, and she needed to raise the stakes for Miriam, so she would become even more frightened of being discovered.

“Pet. You may stop now”, Miriam felt relieved of having a break. “Show us your ass”

She slowly turned around, and both Pumpkin and Tom laughed and high-fived, at the look of her very red ass.

“You really have a strong arm Pet”, said Pumpkin giggling amused.

“Ok Pet. Tom and I have important things to do. So you have 2 minutes to come, or there will be consequences“

Miriam realized that it was not an order, so she could choose to obey or not.  She was afraid of the word consequences, but she wanted to take a break and make a stand in front of Pumpkin, to limit her power.

Tom raised and said, “I am going to grab a beer, Do you want one?”

“Yes please”, said Pumpkin.

When Tom marched to the kitchen. Pumpkin said

“Listen, bitch. If you don’t put a really good show like the slut you are. I will tell Tom about our real identity right now”

Miriam wanted to empower herself, so she bluffed.

“Ok, tell him, or probably I will tell him myself. He will probably laugh about it and return you to your box or something”

Pumpkin felt the blow, but she called Miriam’s bluff.

“Let’s see how does he react after he knows his old sweetheart is a sicko that spanks herself naked while her man makes up with another woman. He probably won’t get mad at you for deceiving him, and let him make a fool of himself with a robot while you observed.”

Miriam shivered, he could be very angry, she would surely lose all her chances with him, and things could even turn worse. Pumpkin saw her hesitation and went for the killing.

“I bet that he won’t tell anybody about this. It’s your call, when Tom is back, you have 2 minutes to come, but now, as a punishment for defying me, you have to insult yourself all the while, and you have to make eye contact with one of us all the time.”

“That is too much”, thought Miriam, that was nonetheless getting aroused by the situation.

When Tom returned, Pumpkin said, “you may begin now Pet, and remember your new instructions”

Miriam hesitated for a few seconds, but she realized that she didn’t have other options.

“I am a slut”, she said in a low voice while pinching her nipple, and rubbing her clit, “and a bimbo… an ignorant bimbo… and a freak… I get off on obeying orders… The more degrading the better…. I like to be humbled and treated like an object…”

Tom was getting really horny. There was no doubt that her former fiancé ideas to humiliate her robot were a lot more creative and more fun than his own. He was enjoying the show, he never thought himself as a domination voyeur, but he had to admit that seeing her former girlfriend dominating her robot was a lot hotter than dominating it himself. It was the ideas, but also that she really got into the part, treating the robot as it was a real human with real feelings of shame and humiliation that she provoked genially and coldly. He would even be scared of her creative cruelty if he didn’t know that she was able to act without any trace of remorse because she knew Pet was a robot.

He instinctively kissed Pumpkin, who smiled. She said something into Tom’s ear, teasing his earlobe with a soft kiss in a gesture that Miriam used to do when they were a couple.  Tom smiled happily.

Then Miriam realized something that she had missed before, maybe distracted by her own degradation and by the jealousy: Pumpkin had her memories! At least enough memories that she was able to converse fluently, and impersonate her successfully in front of one of the persons who better knew her.

Miriam’s face expression changed completely; she became pale. She was really frightened, she saw now Pumpkin in a completely new light. She could put herself in Pumpkin’s shoes and she knew what she would do. She realized she was in great danger.

Pumpkin saw Miriam’s apprehension and smirked at her. “She must have finally realized her situation”, thought Pumpkin, “It would only make it easier for me”

Pumpkin tapped at her watch, and Miriam felt completely trapped. She needed time to think, she needed to come in order to have that time.

She resumed furiously pumping her pussy with two fingers while rubbing her tits roughly with her other hand. She started moaning loudly. Pumpkin made a speaking sign with her hand, and Miriam continued insulting herself.

“I do anything for an orgasm, no matter how humiliating… In fact, the more humiliating the better for me… “, she finally arched her back in an exploding orgasm. It was quite the show.

She was completely ashamed, especially when Tom kissed Pumpkin on her lips and said, “Wow! You really know how to play with my toy. I loved it. Now let’s go to the bedroom, we have a lot of sexual energy that we can put to good use now.”

Pumpkin really liked the idea but didn’t want to leave Miriam alone. She didn’t want to give Miriam time to think.

“Tommy, do you still have the bondage gear?”

“Yes”, he answered puzzled, “do you want to play with it?”, he asked half surprised, and half wishing it.

“Not on me dear. You know I like it, but you know I am afraid it affects me in real life, so I can’t put myself in that situation. But I think it would be hot to have pet displayed for us in bondage. For me, it would be like living the fantasy on third person, and you can imagine whatever you want”, she said winking at him.

He smiled back warmly. He liked the idea, it was as if the robot will complement her, making all the things that both dreamed of, but she didn’t want to do.

They arrived at the bedroom, and Pumpkin said, “Tommy tie her as you like, while I use the bathroom”, and turning to see Miriam, she added,

“Pet, you may stay put and leave Tom do whatever he needs… ”, then her face illuminated and she added, “or you may tell him that you are really Miriam Sanders and tell him that it is a confusion and try to convince him that I am the robot, you may even call him Tom, or put a little fight”

Tom smiled widely, it was a great fantasy, but she had made the mistake of giving the robot a choice.

Miriam was stunned and confused. Everything was spiraling downwards too fast. Just this morning she had the leverage over Tom and the command over Pumpkin, and now she was a puppet for both of them.

Miriam didn’t want to be tied. She would lose even more control of the situation. The only way to stop it was to come clean, but it would be extremely embarrassing after all that Tom had already witnessed, and Pumpkin’s last ‘order’ would make very hard for Tom to believe her anyway.

“Turn around pet”,  he called her pet for the first time.

That stunned her, she felt hurt and she could not avoid begging, “Tom Please…”, even when she was still undecided if she should tell the truth.

But he didn’t yield a bit, “I said turn around bitch!”, he said coldly.

She was more confused than ever, she slowly turned around. He pulled her hands and cuffed them behind her back. She was almost hyperventilating.

“Tom Please stop”,

He spanked her hard on her still pink ass. “Call me sir you bitch!”

“Sir…”, she said humbled, she could not resist anymore, she blurted out, “it’s a mistake Tom… I am Miriam, your girlfriend, please let me go, I can explain”

He gave her a burst of swats on her ass. “I said you must call me Sir, and stop trying to impersonate my girlfriend”.

“No sir. The bitch on the bathroom is your toy, I am the real Miriam”

He was enjoying the realism of the scene, he pinched Miriam’s right nipple and said, “Ok, probe it, what was the name of the professor that we pranked in college”

She was very nervous, and the pain on her nipple wasn’t helping. Her system was full with adrenaline and her memory was blocked. She didn’t even remember any professor name right then.

“You have 5 seconds pet”

“Professor Donovan”, she blurted in desperation, but it only earn her a new swat on her ass.

“Please Tom…”, another swat interrupted her saying.

“I had enough of your lies”, he said, shoving forcedly a ball gag into her mouth. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she could not avoid that he tied it around her neck. She tried to speak thru the gag, but she could only mumble unintelligibly.

“Silence bitch!”, said Tom punctuating his words with one more swat.

 Miriam felt defeated and stopped protesting. “It is maybe better this way”, she thought trying to comfort herself.

When Tom finished his work, she had her hands cuffed behind her back, and another set of handcuffs joined her ankles with a chain tha allowed her only very short steps. She was wearing a dog collar which was attached with a chain to a ring that hung from the ceiling right in front the bed. She had to step on tiptoes to avoid the collar to dig in her delicate neck skin.

Just then Pumpkin entered the room. She had been grooming at the bathroom. She was wearing just a button up white shirt that belonged to tom. She was almost naked, but she looked quite above Miriam. She had put on makeup, combed her hair,  and even trimmed her pussy hair in a classy landing strip. She looked fresh and beautiful while Miriam was all sweated and her hair was in disarray and plastered to her face. Her tits were covered with saliva that dripped constantly from her ball gag.

“What do you think?”, said Tom. Showing his handiwork.

“Almost perfect, I like the ball gag.  But we don’t want our toy to get bored while we are busy.”

“I like the way you think”, he said smiling.

He put a penis shaped vibrator inside Miriam’s pussy and fixed it with a rope that ran between her legs and tied to another one circling her waist. He then pushed a button and the dildo started vibrating.

Pumpkin took the control and put it on low speed. Miriam looked at her defiantly. Pumpkin just smiled and rummaging into Tom’s bondage bag, she found a couple of metal clothespins that she put on Miriam’s nipples. Her face expression changed from defiance to a humble begging that Pumpkin ignored.   

Once satisfied with their work, they jumped to the bed and started making love tenderly but passionately. Miriam was in misery, she was jealous;  she felt defeated; her feet and calf were tired and in pain after staying tip toe for so long, and the bussing on her pussy was driving her crazy; she wanted release.

 After almost two hours and three orgasms, Tom finally called it quits. Miriam thought bitterly that she had never seen him endure so much. He was happily exhausted, and Pumpkin seemed to have come at least the same number of times.

“You were wonderful”, said Pumpkin, and Tom smiled proudly.

“You deserve a treat”, she said

Pumpkin stood up and sexily walked to where Miriam was standing. She unclipped the chain on her collar and took off her ball gag. Miriam felt relieved; she could see the end of her ordeal near. She expected Pumpkin to unlock her cuffs, after being teased by the vibrator for so much time, she really needed some time alone to take care of her needs. Instead of unlocking her cuffs, Pumpkin  said,

“Pet, clean his dick with your mouth”

Miriam was shocked, “Wasn’t all that I have done and seen enough?”, she asked herself bitterly; even Tom was a little surprised.

“Aren’t you jealous or something?”, he asked.

“Jealous of a toy? Of course No!”, said Pumpkin smiling broadly, “as a matter of fact, I will enjoy seeing her cleaning my juices from your dick. And think about it, she could do all the other things that I don’t like, like letting you fuck her asshole, and things like that”

“Sounds like a deal”,  said Tom amused.

Miriam shivered, she didn’t want to comply with this new stupid order but she knew that there was no other way out.  He sat at the edge of the bed, and she knelt in front of him. She hesitated for a moment; she had never liked oral sex, and to lick semen and the juices of another woman from  Tom’s cock was both repulsive and humiliating.

A menacing sight of Pumpkin was enough to break her doubts, and soon she was tasting the combination of the sexual fluids of the couple. She wanted a break, then she thought.

“I will make him hard again, and made that bitch jealous”

But as hard as she tried, Tom was simply too tired to react, and he simply wasn’t thinking sexually about the act. For him, it was just a very welcomed cleaning service.

Miriam felt totally defeated at being denied even that little victory, so when Pumpkin asked her to clean her pussy the same way, she complied without blinking, there was no fight in her anymore.

Pumpkin’s pussy taste even worse, but nonetheless Miriam made her best effort to suck every drop of semen and juice from it. She even was ordered to lick some drops that had fallen on the floor.

Part 6

After a little nap the reunited couple decided to go for a bite, but first, they led Miriam to the laundry room and tied her collar to a pipe that protruded from the floor. She was forced to knelt and she couldn’t raise her head more than  16 inches from the floor. Pumpkin put a couple of bowls on the floor, one with something to drink, and the other with a mix of cold scraps that she found in Tom’s refrigerator.

Seeing that Tom was in the bathroom. Miriam said,

“Please Pumpk… ma’am…  I need to rest… and I need… You know… this vibrating thing has been teasing me for hours… I can’t stand it anymore… “

“You wanted the whole experience don’t you?”, said Pumpkin amused, and instead of freeing her, she put a blindfold on her.

“We are going for some of my stuff to my… your apartment and then we will have dinner but don’t think I didn’t hear your plea. All this time with the vibrator on low must be a real torment.  Let’s change the setting to random. Now it will start on and off for different amounts of time and at random speeds. With luck you will get to come. Isn’t it fantastic?”

Miriam was about to protest but she heard footsteps and was afraid that Tom could hear their discussion.

Miriam felt miserable, her only relief was that at that moment the vibrator was off, and that would finally let her think with some clarity. Still, her rage only allowed her to have thoughts of revenge; she imagined all the things that she would make pumpkin do, once she was back under Tom’s control.

She was thirsty and hungry, but she refused the indignity of drinking and eating from bowls on the floor without using her hands. However, after just half an hour, she could not resist anymore and took a sip. She immediately identified the liquid, it was grapefruit soda mixed with vodka. Lots of vodka indeed. She didn’t want to get drunk, but the intermittent teasing of the vibrator was making her crazy. So she looked for some refuge in the dizziness that drinking was causing her.

Four hours later Miriam was grinding her pussy against the floor, trying to make the most of the dildo vibrations, which were now at top speed, but who knows how long it would last. She was moaning loudly, her hair, and face were wet with sweat and soda, and were splattered here and there with food scraps. She was laying on a pool of her own pee, because at some point she couldn’t hold it and the alcohol didn’t help her at all.

Her hair was plastered, and her body was covered by sweat and pee. She was getting very close to the wanted orgasm when she heard some laughs.

She felt her blindfold being taken away and she saw Pumpkin and Tom smirking at her. They were elegantly dressed, and in a pretty good mood after dining in a fancy restaurant.

“I thought she was housebroken”, said Pumpkin amused, and Tom laughed along.

Miriam was shocked and totally embarrassed, she squeezed her tights together, and finally, but with the worst timing, she had the strongest orgasm of her life.

“Who would know that Pet enjoyed so much being such a pig”, laughed Pumpkin.

Miriam was so ashamed that she didn’t dare to raise her eyes. She kept looking at the floor.

Tom broke the awkward silence. “Come on Miriam, let’s have some sleep or tomorrow Frank will beat me at golf… on a second thought, I think we could go for the record… I am really longing to make love with you again”

Pumpkin smiled warmly to Tom, and leaned on his shoulder.

“I will love to”, she said as she was leaving the laundry door behind her, leaving the real Miriam in darkness. Miriam felt completely jealous and completely and deeply defeated. Just then the vibrator started humming again.

Part 7

A sudden rush of light awakened Miriam. She had the worst night ever. She couldn’t get to sleep until the vibrator battery finally died. In the meanwhile, she had managed to come twice and she had peed once more.

“How was your night sleepyhead?”

Miriam only grunted. She had a hangover, and her shoulders ached, she had been cuffed for too long. She felt the collar digging into her neck, and the ropes that kept the vibrator inside her were digging into her waist, not to mention that the vibrator presence kept reminding her of the shameful night she had.

Pumpkin unclipped the chain that was tying Miriam’s collar.

“Stand up and turn around”, she said.

Miriam complied, seeing finally the end of her ordeal.

Pumpkin opened Miriam’s cuffs and took them off.

Miriam was still rubbing her wrists and trying to come out of the stupor when Pumpkin said,

“You better clean this mess before Tom comes here. I will return in 10 minutes and expect to find this room shinning clean, and you knelt with your hands cuffed behind your back, otherwise… well.. then this is how Tom will find her cute little girlfriend”, and then closed the laundry door behind her.

She could not afford that Tom could see her like that and discover that she was indeed Miriam. Tom should never know that the stupid pet doing all those shameful things the night before, was, in reality, his old sweetheart.

She used laundry soap and some rags to clean the mess and wash the floor.  She even dried her feet perfectly so she won’t leave messy footsteps.  So when Pumpkin opened the door an hour later, she was indeed knelt and cuffed. The room was reasonably clean, but it still smelled of pee because of her presence. The worst part was that the humiliation was making her horny again.

Without saying a word, Pumpkin took the chain that acted as a leash and guided Miriam to the bathroom. Pumpkin enjoyed Miriam’s meek obedience.

 It was maybe because she could see the end near which gave her some sense of safety, but Miriam was feeling more submissive than ever, and her horniness was growing by the minute.

Pumpkin put Miriam under the shower and turned the cold water on.  Miriam shivered but didn’t protest. Then Pumpkin took the toilet brush, laced it with a lot of soap and started scrubbing all of Miriam’s body and hair,  and then put Miriam again under the cold shower. She repeated the process several times until Miriam didn’t smell anymore and her skin was pink all over.

She then turned off the water and let Miriam shivering because she didn’t dry her.

“You know Miriam, yesterday night after Tom and I finished making love, a memory came to my mind. I remembered the exact reason of our breakup”

Miriam shivered and looked at the floor.

“You weren’t mad at Tom because of the ‘imprinting fantasy’ game, neither he grew bored of just fantasying and never acting upon those fantasies. No, it wasn’t the real cause”

Miriam was blushing deeper than ever.

“But I knew that the breakup was because something related to the imprinting fantasy. Then out of the blue, it came to my mind; You broke up because you were getting closer to success in the research and you were afraid that you would end up wanting to live up the fantasy. Weren’t you?”

Miriam didn’t dare to look at Pumpkin’s eyes.

She didn’t answer, she simply bit her lower lip shyly.

“You don’t have to answer”, said Pumpkin, inserting a finger in Miriam’s wet pussy, “your pussy tells the whole story”

“You know what time is it?”

“No..”, Miriam was taken aback by the sudden change of subject, “9:30AM ?”

“It is 3:15 PM”, she said looking at her watch.

Miriam felt a hole in her stomach. She was speechless, her ordeal was supposed to end at 10:00 AM, and Pumpkin’s freedom too. She felt dazed and confused.

“This morning at 10:00 AM, Tom and I went to the laundry, and there he transferred the control of Pumpkin permanently to me, so I am basically free. I can run away and try to build a new life anywhere, while you explain Tom how your little submissive game set his toy free, and how you let him fall in love with a robot”

Miriam looked worried, Tom would never forgive her, and he would know all her indignities, and he would be also angry of having been a fool with Pumpkin”.  

“Or…”

“Or what?”, asked Miriam.

“I really don’t want to be a runaway, and try to invent a new identity. I know exactly who I am… “, she let that phrase sink in, and then added, “and instead of ruining the chances with Tom for both of us… well…  you could live your fantasies without worrying about ruining your reputation. I will keep your good reputation and you will be free to be the little bimbo that you always dreamed to be”, she punctuated all of this with her fingers toying inside Miriam’s pussy.

 Miriam was speechless, her heart was pounding hard and she was very confused, her hangover and the constant stimulus on her pussy was making very difficult for her to think.

“I can make the imprinting work”, said Pumpkin while rubbing Miriam’s clit, “I know what is missing… “, she said.

Miriam was stunned, and it almost took her off her stupor. Then she calmed down.

“No, calm down Miriam”, she thought to herself, ”It simply can’t be true, I have several months of additional research knowledge, and tries, and I know I am not even near of …”

“Two things: Self-awareness, and amygdalae, both are much more advanced in humans than in dogs and the small monkeys that you had been experimenting on. ”

Miriam blushed with surprise, it was so obvious now.

“You can’t imprint another individual because self-awareness tells the human that the voice commanding him is not his. Ducks, dogs and other less advanced animals, can’t recognize themselves in mirrors, and can’t clearly discern between them and the rest of the pack. We can overcome this limitation because In our case we are simply too similar, you know I know you inside and out, probably even better than yourself, and your mind had probably accepted me as you alter ego by now. We only have to suppress your amygdalae function during the imprinting process and it will be done, and you know it can be easily done with a simple drug cocktail ”

Miriam was ditzy. Pumpkin padlocked the end of the chain that was attached to Miriam’s collar to the shower.

Then she opened a sports bag that Miriam had not noticed before and produced a helmet, and a bottle with some red liquid.

Pumpkin put the helmet over Miriam’s head. She was almost hyperventilating, she recognized the helmet that she used for her imprinting experiments.

Miriam stayed surprisingly immobile while Pumpkin used the helmet straps to fix it perfectly to Miriam’s head. 

“Sit on the floor”

Miriam obeyed.

Pumpkin started gently stroking Miriam’s pussy again.

“Listen Miriam, you have two options: I can leave now, and leave you as you are for Tom to find you, or you may suck on this to the last drop, and I will imprint myself on your mind”, Pumpkin’s strokes became bolder,” and you will become my little pet, while I take over your life, your boyfriend, your belongings, and your job. I promise that I will improve your reputation, while you have the most humiliating orgasms that you ever dream of”

Pumpkin approached the bottle to Miriam’s mouth, and she started sucking slowly at first, but then with more decision, she came very loudly before finishing the bottle.

Epilogue

A few months later, Pet was carrying some beverages on a tray. She was naked as always, but she was wearing a pair of cheap 4 inches red high heels. She was wearing leather anklets that were joined by a 12 inches chain, letting her do only very small footsteps.  Her hands were cuffed behind her back and the tray with the beverages was tied to her waist and to her nipples. Her look had changed a lot. Her hair was short and blond, and she had piercings in her nose, lower lip, tongue and her ears portrayed several plastic hoop earrings, her pussy was permanently bald, and portrayed a cheap tattoo that read simply “Cheap”.  Pet’s look was decided by Pumpkin, with several purposes in mind: first to humiliate Miriam, but also to make her look less alike than herself; nobody would confuse them anymore; and third, because she knew Tom would be a lot less attracted to the punk version of herself.

Pet’s mind had also changed, thanks to the new Miriam conditioning, she was unable to say that her name was Miriam Sanders, even when she was just thinking, she could only think her name was Pet. She was also completely unable to express knowledge beyond elementary school, unless the new Miriam wanted to milk her knowledge, which was becoming less and less necessary. Pet conserved her knowledge, but she simply could not give that knowledge any use, if she was asked something, she simply won’t know the answer, when she wasn’t asked, she will remember, but she would be unable to tell anybody. The same conditioning applied to her life memories.

The new Miriam had also improved Pet’s abilities as a sex slave. She had used conditioning and drugs to increase her libido four times her already high original level, and she was now able to reach orgasm countless times a day; so she was now always horny, and ready to come. Also, she saw no fun turning Pet into a robot, so instead of using the imprinting to make her obey every single order, she used it to condition Pet, so her willpower was now almost none existent, and she was very afraid of disobeying, because failing to comply with any single order, would block her ability to orgasm for at least three days, but would do nothing to reduce her permanent arousal and her inhuman wish for climax.

“Do you know what are we celebrating Pet?”

“No ma’am”, she answered sincerely. She was completely embarrassed. The apartment was full with former colleagues and co-workers. She felt completely degraded. These people were her equals, as a matter of fact, most of them looked up to her, and now she was nothing more than an object to them. Her thoughts were interrupted by Pumpkin.

“The reason is that I am now a senior research leader. Isn’t it fantastic?”

Pet merely nodded, overwhelmed by the news. She had been skipped several times, and now the stupid robot had the position she always dreamed.

Miriam’s boss talked to Pumpkin. “I had my doubts, but the last few months were very convincing, you were good before, but you really  improved your performance to a new level”

The real Miriam (pet), blushed deeply, especially when Pumpkin smirked at her. She could not stand it anymore, so she marched to deliver the last beverage in her tray, it was destined to the tall office boy. She was about to reach him when she tripped. She didn’t fall completely, the boy managed to catch her, but the beverage was all over him, her, and the floor.

“Oh Sorry Larry!”, said Pumpkin, “pet is very clumsy”

Miriam blushed, “Who can deliver drinks in these heels and with her hands tied behind”, she thought bitterly, but could not avoid feeling worthless. Her nemesis had achieved professional success, and she could not even be a decent waitress.

“I am sorry sir, it won’t happen again”, she said meekly, then following her conditioning and blushing bright red she added, “do you think I deserve to be punished, sir?”

She remembered that a few months ago she wouldn’t even give that boy the time of the day., and now his opinion was the most important thing in the world for her.

“Yes I do”, he said amused.

“OK”, said Pumpkin amused that the first to earn punishment rights over Pet was the lowest people around, “Could you help with her punishment? I think 30 bare hand spanks on her ass would be enough to make her learn”

Pet blushed at this new indignity but laid across his lap as ordered.  He started spanking her ass with a lot of enthusiasm, a big grin painted on his face.  In spite of herself, she started rubbing her pussy against his leg. The shame and humiliation were almost too much to bear; she was behaving like an animal in lust while she was being treated like shit. She tried to at least control herself, but her weakened willpower and her extreme horniness made it very hard for her to stop more than a few seconds. Even the thought of the degrading show she was putting, increased her arousal. She decided to let it go,

“At least my reputation is safe”, she thought while trying to reach orgasm in the middle of her complete humiliation and degradation in front of her former friends who were now openly laughing at her lewd behavior. Near the 28 spank, she finally came very hard. Then Larry leaned over her ear and whispered in her ear, “I see you are enjoying your new life Miriam”.

The End