I was just coming to check your progress Barbie.
Remember that day you insisted you were still a man named Brad and you tried to shoot me? The day you found out how much control we had over you?
If I recall, you were begging me not to punish you for your attempt to murder me. You said you would be a good girl from now on.
Remember what I said to you? I agreed with you.
Now, look at you. A loyal, obedient, affectionate, penis hungry puppy-girl.
Is the “man” named Brad still in there? Does he still hold any illusion that he is “his own man” as he once claimed to me?
Do you pacify yourself with the knowledge that it’s not your fault? That your neural implant is making you into a cum-drinking puppy girl?
I want to show you this system log.
We deactivated the implant weeks ago.
So the spunky little dick-sucker crawling around the house barking for more cock, is all you.
Barbi the cock hound is who you are now. It is the truth of your being. Brad was only an illusion. Your life was always bringing you here. Puppy-Girl Barbi, Breeding Bitch for the highest bidder. Your auction is tonight.