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Daniel Kensey stood impatiently in the beautiful marble and granite lobby, the toe of his meticulously shined shoe tapping against the hard floor. He had a two PM meeting with the saleswoman from Matchmakers, and it wasn't until he had arrived at five minutes 'til that he realized he had no idea how to contact anyone once he arrived. He found himself watching the clock, counting out each agonizing second. He was waiting to meet with Annette, a saleswoman from a nameless company that sold designer sex toys; Barbie's, their literature called them. Hyper-sexed, programmable sissies. Men who had been reduced and transformed into a living, breathing lingerie model. A side door next to the elevators opened suddenly, and a slim, tall woman in elegant business wear came striding towards him, her large stiletto heels clicking precisely as she walked. "You must be Daniel," she said warmly as she approached. "I'm Annette." He reached out and took her hand, grasping it firmly. "Daniel Kensey," he said, all business. She led him towards the unmarked door she had walked from, and swiped a key card at the entrance before entering in a long string of digits. The door clicked open, and she led him into a smaller hidden lobby with a metal detector, a row of lockers, and an elevator. "I'll need you to place all your personal effects in one of these lockers," she said calmly. He looked at her, concerned. "I don't really enjoy parting with my wallet," he said slowly. She shrugged. "Then you're free to leave, Daniel." When he saw she was serious, he reluctantly removed everything from his pockets and placed it inside one of the lockers. Satisfied, she waved him through the metal detector. "We take security very seriously here," she explained. When he came through clean, they boarded the elevator. Instead of riding up into the 75 story skyscraper, Daniel felt them start to sink into the basement. When the doors opened, Annette led him out of the elevator and quickly through the small, clinical-looking foyer into an office that sat off to the side. "Please, sit," she said, motioning to a large leather chair situated before a small glass coffee table. "Would you like some tea, Master David?" Annette sat across from him, legs crossed and to the side, her perfectly sculpted calves shimmering in their nylons. "Please," he said, still irritated at the wait he'd endured in the lobby. Annette smiled as she spoke. "Bethany, please serve us two cups of tea." "Of course, Mistress," came the soft and cheerful reply. David turned his head, and watched as a woman in a ridiculous french maid costume bent over one of the tables that ran along the wall. From behind, she looked stunning; beautiful legs sheathed in perfect black stockings, held up by garter straps that had to curve sideways around the amazing curves of her ass. A white satin thong accentuated her ass, giving her behind a heavenly shape that immediately sent blood pumping down towards Daniel's cock. When she bent back upright, Daniel watched her as she approached, demurely carrying the small tray with two cups neatly placed on top. The girl had a tiny waist that made her hips flare out, and her breasts seemed to be overflowing from the top of the ridiculous uniform. Her long brown hair was tied up in a bun behind her, and with each small, mincing step she took her hips swayed seductively. The far-too-short skirt of the uniform barely covered anything; puffed out gently with petticoats, Daniel could see the straps of her garters holding up the top of her thigh-highs as she stepped, and Daniel could hear the soft jingle of a bell match perfectly as she gingerly stepped towards them, somehow moving gracefully in what looked like six inch stiletto heels. The maid placed the tray on the table between Daniel and Annette, bending at the waist so her full, firm breasts filled Daniel's vision. She then took each cup from the tray and gently placed it before each of them. Once she had finished, she smiled and curtseyed, pulling the edges of her skirt up enough that Daniel could see the maid's small cock standing dutifully erect ahead of her. He squinted, and saw a small pink ribbon tied into a dainty bow just beneath the head; beneath it, a small little bell. He laughed. "They're quite a sight, aren't they?" Annette cradled the cup of tea against the palm of her hand, a wicked smile slowly spreading across her face. "Unbelievable," Daniel said, shaking his head. "I'll admit, I had been skeptical about your promises..." Annette dismissed the sissy with a wave of her hand, and the maid happily minced back to her spot along the side of the wall. "All of our clients are skeptical about the Barbie program at first," she said with a smile. "But they all end up as satisfied customers." Daniel murmured in agreement, and sipped on his tea. "Tell me more about the sissies," he said as he placed the cup back on the saucer. "We prefer to refer to them as Barbies," Annette answered, leaning back into her chair, arm casually draped over the side. "Though you're welcome to call them by whatever name you like, of course. They're the perfect sex toy, to the right client. Perfectly obedient, customizable living dolls." "How does it work?" "I'm assuming you want the general overview?" He nodded. "Physically, they come to us as your normal, average man. We start the process with the most difficult part; resizing. An intensive series of bone compressions reduces their height to something more desirable, while also narrowing the shoulders and flaring the hips. We then shave the trachea, giving them a young woman's voice while also removing their adams apple. Finally, we perform what's called Cinderella surgery to make the feet smaller. As soon as the surgery is done, they're immediately launched into a hormone program that overwhelms the body. We normally use a cocktail of hormones that both causes breast growth and butt development while also suppressing testosterone." She motioned for the doll standing by the wall to approach, and continued talking over the small mincing steps and soft bell jingles. "Testosterone starvation will eventually cause the Barbie's cock and balls to shrink; the amount can be controlled based on the length of starvation, but for most of our Barbie's we shrink them down to about two and a half inches whilst fully erect. Bethany, be a good pet and show Master Daniel your clitty." The sissy smiled as she lifted her petticoats, revealing the perfectly erect--if not tiny--cock. "Bethany here is my personal toy, but she also serves as a great model for our baseline Barbie. Her sissy clitty, or cock, measures in at precisely two and three quarters inches from base to tip." Daniel examined the doll with amazement. He started to reach out to examine it, but stopped himself before he actually touched anything. "May I?" "Absolutely," Annette said. Daniel ran the doll's small, marble-sized testicles through his fingers, marveling at the work they had done. "Once they're on the hormone cocktail, we begin the conditioning treatment. The first part of that process is rewiring the brain to follow commands; we use a combination of hypnosis and precise neural surgeries to the Barbie's frontal lobe. We program them to associate certain identifier tags--Mistress and Master are the base two--with a complete breakdown of the part of the brain that resists obeying commands. It's similar to the effects that Sodium Piothental, or Truth Serum, has on the body, only far more precise, and utterly permanent." Daniel released his hold on the sissy's cock and balls, and glanced up momentarily at her. The doll's eyes were locked onto him, a glaze of lust and desire clearly painted across her whole face. He felt his own cock throb hungrily in his pants. "We then engage the doll in a series of other mental conditioning. We strip them of the ability to act on desires to escape, and condition them to find every individual part of their new-found femininity overwhelmingly erotic." Annette paused as she sipped her tea again, and Daniel returned his focus to her. "Everything from the weight of their breasts to the sheer of their stockings keeps them at a peak level of sexual desire-- something that the majority of them find overwhelmingly shameful and disgusting." "Yours doesn't seem to be showing any shame or disgust," Daniel said curiously. "Why is that?" Annette smiled. "This is true, and it leads me to my favorite part of the whole process. We keep the subject's base personality intact, and they are always aware of what is happening to them and what they are doing, even when they aren't in control of their own bodies." Daniel looked at her, a sadistic smile growing across his face. "That is absolutely delightful." She nodded, and then turned towards the sissy. "Bethany, you're a naughty Barbie." Instantly, the doll's appearance changed. Her face suddenly registered fear, panged by waves of pleasure and disgust. The girl began to whimper pathetically. "We condition the Barbie's to follow two trigger words--Obedient and Naughty Barbies. The first reduces them to the simple, obedient and programmable state. The second brings their personalities back into control. Tell Master Daniel how you feel, Bethany." The doll whimpered, her head bowed in shame, and she spoke with a soft, dainty voice heavily laced with shame. "I feel very horny." "Speak up, Bethany. Tell Master Daniel more about how you feel." The Barbie began to speak more clearly, which made the trembles of fear in her voice all the more prevalent. "I feel my breasts pushed up and tightly together in my corset, the tightness of the corset around my waist and stomach, the tight edges of the garters along my thighs and ass." She paused to gulp down a sob. "The bow and bell around my sissy clitty is tight, and it's so humiliating. It's even worse because I can feel it making me even more horny, but I know it shouldn't. The stockings make my legs tingle with each step I take, and the tightness of the heels around my feet and ribbon around my hair make everything worse." "How does all of that make you feel, pet?" Bethany winced. "Everything feels so sensual, so sexy. I feel so horny, all of the time, and it's awful." David felt his sadistic smile grow as Annette's gentle torture continued. "Why is it awful, Bethany?" "Because I'm supposed to be a man," she said, suppressing a sob. "I'm not supposed to have breasts, I don't want them, it's all so wrong, but you made me want this." Annette glanced at Daniel, an evil twinkle showing in her eyes. "Tell me, Bethany, do you like sucking a real man's cock?" The doll whimpered "No, I hate it. It's the worst thing ever." Annette looked at Daniel. "Would you be so kind, Master Daniel, as to take your cock out and show it to my pet here?" Unsure of what was to come, Daniel hesitated for a moment before slowly undoing the button and fly of his trousers. Ignoring Bethany's whimpers and whispered pleas that he not, he quickly reached down and pulled his large cock out, all seven inches of it already hard and throbbing. Immediately, Bethany's composure began to change. Daniel saw her knees bend slightly, and she instinctively licked her lips at the sight of it. "Master..." Her eyes fixed hungrily on his cock, and he heard the soft jingle of the bell; in his mind, he could see the sissy's tiny cock throbbing in excitement. Her brow and mouth were heavily marked with fear and disgust, but as Bethany licked her lips a second time, she slowly began to kneel, moving in halted, jerky motions--as if she was fighting her own body. "Please, I don't want to, don't make me, it's..." the doll kneeled in front of him, her perfectly manicured hands hovering inches away from his cock. "My programming," she whispered defeatedly. "I have to. Please. Let me suck it." Daniel looked up, a cocktail of joy and amusement and pleasure running across his face. "What is going on?" Annette smiled, placed the tea cup back down on the saucer. "One of their base programs is to be overcome with a need to suck any cock they're presented with. They can't actually do so until you tell them to, of course, but it quickly becomes the only thing they can think about." She smiled wickedly. "I personally enjoy making them experience this whilst in their original personality, as it's one of the most humiliating ways to remind them that they are completely powerless." Bethany looked up at Daniel, her eyes fearful and hungry. He could see her lips glistening, and enjoyed the sight of having the sissy poised inches away from his cock. "Please, I can't help it," she managed between terrified whimpering. Savoring the image, Daniel finally nodded to the Barbie. Immediately, she descended on his cock, her lips parting as her tongue reached out and enveloped his cock. She expertly moved around it, her tongue curling and swirling around the shaft, her dainty fingers gently caressing his balls, before she enveloped the whole thing. Daniel moaned as the sissy expertly worked her head up and down his cock, her tongue swirling as she bobbed her head. Her eyes looked up in terror at him as she worked. "Holy shit," he said as her head bobbed repeatedly up and down into his groin. "I've never had a blowjob anything like this before." Annette smiled, a little grin that grew every time Bethany whimpered. "They're quite the expert little cocksuckers, as much as it shames them to be one. If you don't mind the distraction, I'd like to tell you a little more about the Barbie's while she works. The distraction will keep her at work longer, and when you're ready to finish, I'll pause until you can focus again." Daniel nodded, though he could already feel a fog starting to set in over him. "By the way, feel free to finish in any matter you'd like. They're excellent in their ability to swallow, I've heard, but sometimes it can be fun to finish on their breasts or face." Daniel nodded, trying to focus in on her words. "One of the things that enhances the humiliation of the Barbie all the more is that they're physically built to resemble their own perfect woman; everything about their shape is derived from what they find most attractive in a woman, from breast size to butt shape, to their new height, waist size and face shape. Every time they see themselves in the mirror, they see the woman they would want to fuck more than anything else in the world, and are tortured by the knowledge that they live trapped in that body." "Amazing," Daniel said, though he wasn't sure whether it was in response to Annette's words or Bethany's tongue. "Once they have their new body, we condition it a little more. Corset training gives them the perfectly small waist, while constantly wearing high heels makes their calves and thighs shapely and tones, while also rounding and filling the buttocks. It also shortens the calf muscles, making flat-soled shoes particularly uncomfortable and undesirable for them--something Bethany in particular is deeply ashamed of." Daniel felt his climax rapidly building, and he gently raised his hand to stop Annette as a fog of bliss descended over him. He let out a deep moan as he came, his cock erupting in the sissy's mouth. Bethany slid her head halfway off his cock, the tip of her tongue hungrily stroking the underside of his cock, coaxing more and more cum out of him and into her warm, hungry mouth. Once he was finally spent, he sunk deeply into his chair. Embarrassment plastered across her face, Bethany stood upright, her head bowed in shame. He noticed a slight puff to her cheeks, enhanced by the sissy's elaborate makeup and deep embarrassing blush. "She's been trained not to swallow until being told to do so," Annette said wickedly. Daniel smiled, looked straight into the doll's shameful eyes, and said nothing as he tucked his lipstick-covered cock back into his trousers. "In our correspondences, you said that they can be reprogrammed instantly to fulfill any fantasy. How does that work?" Annette nodded, and turned to address the doll. "Bethany, go fetch the display, please." The sissy minced over to a cabinet along the wall, bell tinkling with each step, and bent at the waist to open the small door, her ass beautiful on display for the room to see. She came back, his cum still filling her mouth, and placed a long, ornately carved wooden box on the table between them. Annette reached over to the box and slid open the top panel. Inside, laying on a pillow of pink velvet, was a long, thin black lace choker and a small, bulbous-shaped piece of silicone with a wide, narrow base. "Each sissy is also given a series of mental frameworks, through the same mental conditioning, neural surgeries, and hypnotic trainings as the base adjustments we discussed. Most of the time, these additional ones lie dormant, but when the proper device is used, the Barbie's brain changes." She lifted the bulbous object out from the box. "This is a small, two inch anal plug. When fixed inside a Barbie's rear, the body's natural electrical current powers a small harmonic resonator, which triggers the new program. This one is the same one that is currently affixed inside Bethany at the moment. Bethany, would you show Master Daniel your plug?" She paused while Bethany, face red with shame, lipstick smeared, turned and bent at the waist, one hand pulling her buttocks apart, the other daintily pulling the white satin of the thong to the side. Daniel could see the small base protruding from the sissy's rear. "This one brings up the Barbie's maid training, turning them into the perfect fantasy maid. With this, the Barbie is now perfect for cleaning and serving as a party hostess, as well as fulfilling any maid fantasies you might have." She motioned for Bethany to stop, and the sissy obediently replaced the thong back to it's normal position, and stood upright again. "It also has the added benefit of feeling far larger than it actually is; we use a two inch plug because we want their anus to stay small and tight for our clients, even after years of use. But by absorbing part of the body's natural electric current, it feels much larger inside them, more like a four or five inch plug--yet another way we add to their shame." Annette placed the plug back in the case, and pulled out the lace choker. "The chokers are much the same; they pull from the body's natural electric current to power the same harmonic resonators, forcing the mind into another program. And again, using the body's power makes the choker feel incredibly tight against their throat, while actually being loose enough to not leave any marks." "What program does the choker run," Daniel asked curiously. "This one also runs the French Maid programming," she responded. "Why would you need two different devices for the same program? Do they only work if both are used?" Annette smiled. "Not at all. As I'm sure you can understand, having any sort of anal plug in use puts... limits on your ability to use the Barbie in any way you desire." Daniel nodded in understanding, and chuckled cruelly to himself. From beside them, Bethany let out another whimper, and Annette's smile quickly turned into an annoyed grimace. "Shut up, Bethany," she growled, and a flash of panic went across the doll's face. "Be an obedient Barbie." And in a flash, the sissy changed again. All signs of fear and shame were instantly wiped away, replaced by the same happy, hungry look of sexual desire she had been displaying when Daniel first saw her. The tiniest hints of movement along the edges of her mouth seemed to show that she was hungrily moving her tongue around through Daniel's cum, and he smiled wickedly. "You can swallow now," he said flippantly to the doll, and she obediently followed his command. "Do you have any more questions, Master Daniel?" Annette looked satisfied with her presentation, and Daniel shook his head, thoroughly impressed with what he had been shown and told. "In that case, I think we can start the process of setting you up with your own Barbie, should you still be interested." He nodded. "Very interested," he said. Her demeanor changed from one of gentle host to that of a cold professional, and she took a more upright posture in the chair. "You understand that no part of the price in this process is negotiable?" He nodded. Their earlier correspondences had explained that he should be prepared to spend five million dollars base, with the understanding that additional "features" could be purchased, raising the realistic total to something between seven and eight million. It was a large sum, but Daniel had pulled in over seventy five million last year alone. Owning your own company has it's perks, he thought. "Bethany, fetch me my tablet," Annette said disinterestedly. As the maid minced her way over to the desk, she explained, "we have a number of Barbies that are already fully developed and trained. If you should want one with different body characteristics or measurements than any we currently have ready, you may have to wait a couple of months until one matching your desired features becomes ready." She took the tablet from Bethany's hand and, after a couple of quick taps, looked up at Daniel. "Are we ready?" He nodded. Annette ran him through a gamut of questions, starting from cup and band size for breasts to hip size for pants, stretching all the way to vocal characteristics and the size of the doll's male endowment. He had been prepared for this, and quickly rattled off the answers for his dream woman; thin and petite, brunette, with enough breast to display prominently but not enough to ever get in the way (a 32 C, he decided), a perfectly round ass and a relatively average cock. "I must admit, I'm surprised that you want your Barbie to have such a large clitty," Annette said when he gave her an answer of 5 inches. "I didn't take you for the kind of man who would enjoy such a large endowment." Daniel chuckled. "I don't really consider five inches to be large, you know." "Comparatively," she said. "Most of our clients want their Barbie's to have endowments ranging from one to three inches." He shrugged. "Every day, I work with men who want to compete with me. Men who think they can beat me, at the negotiating table, or just in business." He smiled. "They never do, of course. But the fact that they think they can is insulting. I want this sissy to be a little reminder, mostly to myself, that I could own each and every one of them if I wanted." Annette smiled. "I like your passion," she said warmly. "We do have Barbie's with larger endowments, but those normally end up being sold to our female clients." Daniel arched his brow. "You have many female clients?" "Of course," she said casually. "Over fifty percent of our sales go to female clients." "Any idea why?" She shrugged. "Some of them are like yourself; successful businesswomen who want to own a man completely. To them, they serve as reminders that they can beat and rise above the men they work with, while also serving as a way to make a physical separation between themselves and the hyper-sexed femininity many would have them embody. Others are women who have been hurt by men in the past; they want a Barbie who can pleasure them, while being completely docile and harmless." "Interesting," he quipped, running through the list of female business executives he had dealt with in the past. There were a couple he could see owning one of these sex slaves, which intrigued him extensively. When Annette had finished entering his answers into the tablet, she smiled and looked up at him. "Good news, Master Daniel," she said warmly. "We have a Barbie that fits all your criteria." She placed the tablet down on the table, and stood up from the chair. "Would you like to see her?" "Of course," he said, feeling a rush of blood surge towards his cock in excitement. He followed her out of the office, and she led him down a hallway and out into the facility proper. "I suppose I'll get to give you a bit of a tour as we walk," she said warmly. They stepped into a large, cavernous room resembling a cross between a lounge and a spa. Bright lush carpeting stretched across the floors, and ancient oriental wooden paneling lined the walls. "This is the main foyer," she said as they walked past a group of sissies in schoolgirl uniforms, whispering and giggling to one another as they cuddled on a large plush couch. "When the Barbies are being acclimated to their more social programming, we let them come here to interact with one another." "You let them walk around unsupervised?" Daniel didn't try to mask his surprise. "Sure," she said casually. "We keep them in program most of the time, but even when they're not in program, they've been stripped of the ability to act on any desires to escape." She opened a door at the far end of the room and led him into a long, brightly lit hallway with floor-to-ceiling glass walls. "When the Barbies are first given a new programming, it takes a little while for them to adjust to the new thoughts, impulses and desires." She stopped in front of the first window, and Daniel found himself looking into a classroom. A blonde sissy with Goldilock curls and impossibly large breasts was kneeling at the front of the classroom, her face bobbing up and down hungrily on the teacher's large cock. Her six inch plaid skirt barely covered the top half of her large, shapely ass, and the red patent Mary JJane-style heels popped even more when contrasted against the sheer white thigh-highs that graced her legs. Her shapely hips were accentuated by the way the straps of her bubblegum-pink thong had been pulled high up above the top of her skirt, half-crescents of thin elastic sex. "Tina here failed her last math test, no doubt. We impaired her cognitive abilities to the point where she can't count above five. She's practically illiterate, too; words that might deal with cooking or shopping or makeup come through, but everything else becomes an incomprehensible blur to her." Annette led her towards the next room, adding, "She always chooses this as her punishment for bad grades instead of going back to the Nursery." "Nursery?" Daniel looked at his guide with a curious glance. She smiled wickedly. "You'll see." The next room was pretty clearly a ballet studio; the walls were mirrored all the way around, and Daniel watched as a trio of sissies helped each other through pirouettes, twirling around on the tips of their toes in their powder-pink leotards and tutus. He smiled as he watched them, noticing the way they struggled to keep their balance with their exaggerated feminine curves. Annette paused at the next room, and Daniel felt the blood immediately surge back to his cock. He watched inside the gymnasium as a group of dolls in skimpy cheerleader uniforms practiced their high kicks, legs rising high into the air, their tiny cocks hungry for attention as they appeared and disappeared from beneath their micro-skirts. The next room was much busier; Daniel's attention was first drawn to the row of vintage makeup vanities that ran along the right wall. One sissy was deftly applying a heavy coating of makeup to her face, the mixture of lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, mascara and eyeliner making her look like a Hollywood stripper. At the next vanity down, a sissy was bent over the vanity, dressed in her schoolgirl outfit, skirt flipped up over the small of her back, while a second Barbie wrote 'SLUT' in big, heavy letters on her ass with lipstick, the firetruck red of the lipstick matching the color of her thong. Along the left hand side of the wall, rows and rows of fetish clothes, costumes, corsets, lingerie and bra and panty sets hung from costume racks. Daniel figured there must have been at least a thousand articles of clothing in there, a prospect that boggled his mind. "The next few rooms are fairly situational," Annette said, as she led him past the boudoir room. They quickly passed the makeshift doctors office, where a Barbie in a nurse's uniform had her face buried between the thighs of a mistress, and past the empty study, where a sissy done up in a maid's uniform was vacuuming a carpet, teetering in her six inch heels. She paused to let him watch the secretary station, where a doll slowly rocked herself up and down upon the long dildo built into the seat of her chair as she worked Annette paused before leading him to the last room along the hallway. "This next one is particularly special," she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "We keep the Nursery all the way at the end here so the Barbie's have to walk past it and see it every time they come down this hallway." "What is the Nursery," Daniel asked again. Instead of answering, Annette led him forward a few steps, past the edge of the makeshift office. When the next room came into view, he froze mid-stride, slack-jawed. Sprawling out before him was a massive oversized baby nursery; Daniel's eyes first fell on the oversized high chairs, where a sissy, covered in frilly pink lace from top to bottom, was struggling against the straps that kept her tied down. Just beyond, another Barbie was crawling around a large playpen, her heavily diapered rear sticking up into the air as she moved around, with a large pink pacifier jutting out from her mouth as tears poured down her rosy face. "Its quite a sight, isn't it?" Annette was all smiles as she opened the door leading into the Nursery. A heavy wave of baby powder and oil immediately assaulted Daniel's senses as she followed him in. "The baby program is the first situational program we give our Barbies, and it's the most powerful tool we have." She led him up to an oversized changing station, where a sissy lay strapped down, her perfectly smooth bottom and groin being oiled and powdered by a rather stern looking Mistress. He watched with fascination as the doll's cock twitched with each touch, blood coursing through the two-inch member. "It's not so much of a program like the other ones are; here, we don't give them any specific skills or desires or triggers. When the Barbies are in their baby program, they're left with their original personalities in control. We just strip away everything that makes them an adult." "Explain," Daniel said, watching the Mistress snugly fit three layers of bright pink disposable diapers over the sissy's behind as she struggled. The loud crinkling noise seemed to arouse the doll even more, and he watched her pupils grow in excitement. The thick layers of plastic padding pushed her legs apart, and as the mistress lifted a large pink baby bottle filled with what Daniel guessed to be milk, she struggled to turn her head away, before finally submitting, sucking dutifully on the teat. "We take away their motor function, for starters," Annette said as the Mistress took the girl off the changing table and placed her gently on the floor. Daniel listened to his guide as he watched the sissy fall backwards onto her rear, the plastic diapers making a loud crinkling noise. "They can't walk, and can't use their fingers or thumbs much at all. The program also inhibits their speech functions. Barbies who sit and focus really hard can sometimes get a word or two out, but most of them can't manage more than babble and baby talk." When the girl finished her bottle, she let it fall to the ground beside her, her eyes deep with a sexual hunger, but tempered with a flickering anger. Immediately, the mistress was upon the Barbie, grabbing her at the side and effortlessly lifting her back onto the table, this time face down. In a flash, her hands came down hard on the sissy's ass, and despite the thick padding of the layers of diapers, the doll began to howl and cry, wailing as she struggled to free herself from the powerful woman's grasp. "Why do they all look so... horny?" Daniel's fascination with the strange and alien scene had started to morph into that same predatory hunger that followed him throughout this place. "The milk and baby food they eat in here is laced heavily with Viagra," Annette explained over the sobs of the be-spanked sissy. "That's actually part of what makes this room so humiliating. When they inevitably wet or mess themselves, the warmth just arouses them even more. And unlike the other rooms, the sissies here are still in control of their own minds and, to a lesser extend, their bodies. They're not helpless passengers; just crippled ones." "I think I finally get what you mean about how humiliation is such a powerful motivator," Daniel said as he left the room with Annette, the sissy's sobs locked back behind the glass wall and door. "You keep giving them the choice; become a little cocksucker, or end up back here in diapers." Annette nodded. "And when they choose to get down on their knees, they know that it's a choice they made." Daniel smiled. "I'd never really considered some sort of punishment like this," he said as they walked out of the hallway and through a large cafeteria, where a handful of Barbie's were daintily eating their petite salads and giggling with one another in their outrageous costumes. "But I think I could warm up to it." "It's a powerful motivator," she said, leading him out of the cafeteria through a large wooden door labeled 'Dormitories'. "If you want to break their spirit, to have them submit willingly, it works wonders. But some of our clients prefer Barbie's with a bit of fight still left in them." Daniel nodded. Annette led him down the hall, past rows of ornate oak doors, each labeled with engraved brass nameplates. She stopped before a door halfway down the hall, and Daniel read 'Kylie' written with ornate flourishing on the door's front. "Are you ready to meet your Barbie," she asked, eyes glittering. Daniel nodded, and she opened the door. They stepped in, and Daniel's eyes quickly scanned the soft pink decor of the room before falling upon the girl standing in the center of the room. Her body was sheathed in a soft pink glow, her back facing the door. She was standing on tiptoe, her small feet neatly wrapped in her ballet slippers. The softness of the leotard clung to her skin tightly, showing the beautiful shape of her calves and her small, well toned thighs. His eyes lingered hungrily on her ass, the tutu managing to show just the bottom of her plump, perfectly round rear before the lace and tulle of the tutu teased the rest of her ass away in a haze of pink. Her wide, flared hips came in dramatically to her tiny waist, tapering out slightly to her narrow shoulders. His eyes hungrily watched the small of her back disappear as her small, dainty hands zipped up the back of the leotard, covering her skin in a sheath of soft delicacy. Her rich, chocolate brown hair was tied back in a perfect bun, and when she turned to face the two standing in the doorway, her brilliant hazel eyes lit up with excitement. "Hello Mistress," she said, her bubbly voice full of air. She curtseyed, crossing her Lycra-sheathed thighs as she dipped down, lifting the tulle of the tutu as she did. Daniel saw the bulge of her sissified manhood, straining to free itself from its pink prison. "I don't want to be rude, but I'm already late for class, and Mistress Sylvia is very strict with her punishments." She held her arms down in front of her, crossed at her narrow wrists just before her crotch. Daniel longed to reach out and caress her perfect, firm breasts as they jutted out from her chest, pushed together by her narrow arms. Annette closed the door. "It's alright, Kylie. You won't be going to class today." A look of disappointment washed over her face, before her bright eyes finally fell on Daniel. "This is Master Daniel," Annette said, each word brightening the jewels of Kylie's eyes more and more. "Hello Master," she said, curtseying again. Her eyelashes fluttered a bit as she flashed the bulge of her sissified cock, and it took every ounce of Daniel's mental strength not to throw himself on top of her body. "Are you a new instructor here?" He chuckled a bit while Annette explained. "You'll be going to live with Master Daniel," she said, her voice both soothing and sadistic. "Aren't you excited?" Kylie nodded, her lips spread in a wide smile. "Very much." She glanced over at Daniel, briefly fluttering her eyelashes again, before addressing Annette again. "I can't wait to show him everything you've taught me, Mistress." Daniel laughed, and Annette smiled. "I think I'll leave you two alone for a few minutes," she said, opening the door. "Master Daniel," she added, pausing in the doorway. "We promise that all of our Barbie's will be virgins when you receive them. Keep that in mind, as you haven't paid yet." She closed the door, leaving Daniel alone with Kylie. She blushed as he started to pace around her, his eyes looking every inch of her body over. When he didn't say anything, she turned to him and asked, "What would you like me to do, Master?" Her voice was so innocent, so light and gentle, that he felt a small shudder of desire course through him. "Stand still," he said firmly. Immediately, she locked her body in place, though she kept moving her head and eyes to watch him as he circled. He didn't know where he wanted to start with her. If Annette hadn't reminded him, he would have probably thrown her over the bed, torn through her clothes and thrust his hungry cock into her tight, virginal ass. But now, with Bethany's lipstick still on his cock, he wasn't so sure. "Take your clothes off," he commanded, and she dutifully obeyed. Down came the back zipper of the leotard, and she gently shimmied out of the piece. The ring of tulle around her feet made it look as if she was on a pedestal, and she blushed as he looked over her soft pink sports bra and thong. "All of it," he said, still circling, as she slowly removed the sports bra and slid the thong down to her feet. Her cock, huge in comparison to those he had been seeing on the dolls all day, sprung forward, blood immediately rushing to fill it. He stopped in front of her and looked straight into her wide hazel eyes. She cast her eyes down, embarrassed to be standing in front of the strange man naked. "Naughty Barbie," he said coldly. Immediately, her body changed; she twitched as her mind tried to move away from him, but remained rooted in place. The deep blush of shy embarrassment on her face quickly faded to an ivory white of terror. "Tell me, Kylie," he said, as he slowly stepped around her again. "Are you excited to serve me?" Kylie whimpered, before a barely-audible whisper escaped her soft, full lips. "No." He reached out, slapping her ass hard and firm. She squealed, rising up onto the tips of her toes, struggling against the programming keeping her stuck in place. "You will always address me as Master," he said firmly, admiring the way her ass moved when he slapped it. "Yes, Master," came the whispered reply. He reached out again, gently this time, and began running his finger over the small of her back. He felt her shudder at his touch, and his teeth shone in a smile. "Do you like being a sissy, Kylie?" She whimpered again. "No, Master." He shook his head, circling back out in front of her as he traced the tip his finger along her side, over to her navel, and up to feel the curves of her breasts. "I like that you're a sissy," he said. "You have the most... exquisite body. And your mind..." He let the words hang in the air between them as he traced his finger up from the cup of her breast, up to her pert, erect nipple. He pinched it firmly between his fingers, and listened to her moan as he did. "Your mind is the best part of you." Daniel saw tears start to well up in her eyes, which made his cock scream even more to be freed. "You'll come to love being my sissy," he said, tracing his finger up to her chin and lifting it, so she stared straight into his eyes. "I will punish you," he said firmly as the first tear broke from the corner of her eye and ran down her cheek, leaving a trail of mascara as it fell. "I will use you. I will humiliate you. And I will make you happier than you've ever been." She stared into his eyes, fear written across every inch of her face. He smiled, wiped the tear away from her cheek, and stepped back so her whole body filled his vision. "I'll give you a choice," he said, smirking. "Either you can beg me for my cock right now, beg to take it in your mouth and have me fill you with my seed. Or, you can spend the first month as my sissy aching to cum, constantly being teased and tortured, and never getting the release you desire." The tears began flowing fully, then. Her face sunk down towards the ground, and her heavy cries filled the small bedroom. "Master..." she began, shuddering at the word. "I... I choose to be punished." Daniel smiled, saying nothing as he abruptly left the room. When he reached the end of the hall, he saw Annette standing and talking with another Mistress at the far end of the dining room. He boldly strode over to her, grinning from ear to ear. "That was quick," she said slyly as he approached. "I decided that some first impressions are worth waiting for," he said as he came alongside her. "You're satisfied with your Barbie, then?" "Quite," Daniel said. "What's left that we need to take care of?" Annette held up a finger in pause to the other Mistress before leading Daniel back down the hall. "Just some final questions," she said warmly, "and then the payment." "Will I be taking her home today?" Annette shook her head sadly. "No, I'm afraid we keep the Barbie's for an extra two days. We need to make a couple of final adjustments before they're ready to head off to their new home permanently." "Two days," he said wistfully. "They might be the longest two days of my life."