The next morning Kimberly and Chris woke up at 6am when the alarm squealed to life. Kimberly rolled over to face him, putting her head next to his. “Good morning, dear.” She said quietly, pulling herself tight against him for a moment.

Chris held her embrace gladly, squinting at the morning light coming through his blinds. “Is it morning already?” he asked softly.

She smiled as she pulled away and stretched her petite, pale, Asian body. “Both of us have a lot to do today; do you want to take a shower first?”

He got up out of bed and picked up his glasses off his desk, wiping his eyes before putting them on. “You better go in first; don’t you have plenty of girlie things to do in the morning?”

Putting her head on his chest, she let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, something like that.”

As she got up and walked over to the bathroom, Kimberly thought about how awkward Chris could be at times but shrugged it off. The warm water hit Kimberly, and immediately she felt more awake. A very petite Asian girl who had just turned twenty-two, she weighted only one hundred and five pounds. Her 34C breasts made her look more hourglass and shapely. While washing her black and purple streaked mid-back length hair, she thought about what her day would entail. This morning, at 9am, she would meet with the team that would work on Jessica to outline their assignments. Claire would sit in on the meeting since she did all of the data collecting. By the end of the day, if all went correctly, “Jess” would have basic programming and tagging done by dinnertime, right on schedule to have her study date with Chris.

Kimberly was very proud of Chris; he was growing into quite the young man. Even though she was a few years older than he was they had always been close, always able to entrust in each other. Kimberly had never been one for people her own age; she found their mundane attempts at maturity annoying. Now she would reveal her biggest secret to him. It was convenient the skank had been there; she would make an excellent visual model. Kimberly sighed as her shower ended. The way she presented this to Chris would be of the utmost of importance. She did not want to lose him.

Quickly, she dressed in the outfit she had packed. Something simple was in the cards, not having the space here that she had at home. Her outfit consisted of a simple, black skinny strap dress that dropped down to right above her knees, a pair of black, three-inch platform heels, and fishnet stockings. After doing her very light makeup she gave herself the once over and stepped out of the bathroom so Chris could go in.

A half hour later, Chris walked her to the door and stood in front of it for a moment. Kimberly finally spoke up to replace the awkward silence. “So, I guess I should go, do you want me to drive you to school?”

Chris turned red with embarrassment, what a little child he felt like in comparison to her at times. “No that’s ok; Jen is coming by to pick me up soon.”

Kimberly smiled at him and leaned over to hug him tightly. “Alright, I will talk to you tonight. I’m not going out so I will give you a call.”

He held her a little tighter for a few seconds and then slowly pulled away, frowning a little as he backed up so he could open the door. “Sure, that would be great, I’ll talk to you then, I guess.”

Kimberly drove off and made her way back onto the highway. At the toll plaza, she reached down for the paper she had laid out on the passenger seat right before she left Chris’s house. She looked at it for a moment as she went through the toll. Her EZ pass collecting the tab. The nearest entrance to the complex was near the next exit. She smiled; glad it would be a short drive. As Leonard Cohen pounded out the speakers of her car she took the next off ramp and headed south on Route Twenty for two miles before seeing where she had to go. She pulled off onto a side road, which went through a wooded area after about three miles, hitting a dead end. This was not really a dead end; she hit the remote on the dashboard up came an entrance to the inside. Kimberly entered and pulled off to the side where another vehicle was waiting for her.

She got out of the car and walked over to the black Ford Taurus in front of her. The dark-tinted window in front rolled down, revealing a woman in her mid twenties sitting in the drivers’ seat with glazed eyes looking right at her. The girl had long brown hair to her shoulders and a matching pair of red bra and panties covering her body.

Kimberly walked over towards the car, smiling at its occupant. “Good morning, Kelly. Can you please take me to building one; I have a meeting in a little while.” She knew Kelly would automatically obey any command given; but Kimberly always made a point of saying please and thank you. Most Bunnies were programmed to find praise very stimulating. Kimberly figured, what the hell, why not make them a little happier doing their work.

Kelly blinked as Kimberly came around the front of the car and got in the passenger side. “Yes Mistress.”

The Bunnie turned on the car, and pulled into the lane to begin their ten-mile trek inside the compound. Kelly looked in the general direction of her Mistress for a moment, making sure she did not make eye contact before speaking. “Mistress is there anything you need this morning, I live only to serve.”

Kimberly smiled and touched her right hand, squeezing it ever so slightly. “No, dear, I won’t need anything else, thanks for asking. Just have my car brought in and parked in my spot.”

The Bunnie shivered noticeably at the touch and command. “Yes Mistress, I will obey.” She returned to her glassy eyed look and stared straight ahead, continuing their trip.

“Good girl.” Kimberly looked out the window for a minute. After a moment, she thanked Kelly again. The rest of their trip was spent thinking through her plans for Jessica and making a mental note to play with Kelly sometime soon.

Kelly’s job as a Bunnie was as a driver for when special VIP people come into the compound, which would include the likes of Kimberly, clients, etc. She was also hands on merchandise, used as a first peak at what would be inside for the clients when they picked out their Bunnie. As they came to a halt before a large elevator, Kimberly gave Kelly a hug, whispering another thank you and got out of the car. On the way up the elevator, she grinned to herself at how firm and just “perfect” Kelly’s breasts were.

Kimberly rode the elevator for about a minute before coming above ground again. The hum of the machinery came to a halt and the doors swooshed as they opened. It was early in the morning but things were already starting to be very busy in building one. Building One was where a lot of the head scientists and management had their offices. This was also where most meetings took place. There were also two doctors’ offices and an in ground Olympic swimming pool on the bottom floor.

As she walked down the long hallway that connected to the main lobby, Kimberly said hello to a trainer who was leading a Bunnie to the elevator, likely to go upstairs for an examination. She smiled at the Bunnie, the girls long red hair falling down into her face as her head lowered in submission. The perfection of her movement said she was already well along in her processing. The red platform heels and neatly trimmed hair down below made her look like a fire goddess, which was probably intentional. Kimberly rounded the corner towards the main lobby and made a mental note to her self to find out about that Bunnie.

“Good morning Kimberly, how did things go with your friend?” The middle-aged man said to her as she opened the door to the lobby.

Kimberly smiled. “Good morning Jerry, everything went well. In fact, we are going to be processing a new Bunnie today.”

Jerry was one of the guards who worked for the corporation. He smiled back and tipped his cap. “Well have a good day Ma’am.” He was a sweet yet intimidating man. Standing at six foot four inches he was a giant compared to her, and built like a pro wrestler. He was one of the best they had, brought in to make sure everything always runs smoothly at Pleasure Bunnie Corporation. Often he worked over night, having a wife and two children at home to feed.

Kimberly’s office was a few doors down from where she had entered the lobby. As she opened the door she could see the lights were already on and Claire was already there; her pink hair pulled back to reveal the delicate details of her face.

Claire heard the door open and immediately put down the papers she had in her hand and looked up. “Good morning Ma’am, I left breakfast on your desk.”

Kimberly thanked her and sat down behind her desk. Logging into her mail, she saw morning reports coming in from all departments, a draft of the new pamphlet highlighting available Bunnies, three personal messages, and Claire’s report from last night as promised. She dove right into reading the latter, nibbling at a spoonful of Cheerios, as she read the mundane details of Jessica’s life. She was your typical annoying ditz; head cheerleader, social climber, and horrible grade point average. She giggled at the petty theft and three speeding tickets in her criminal record. Even funnier to Kimberly was the fact that the pig’s entire family was in therapy for a laundry list of problems that made the psychologically dysfunctional Pleasure Bunnie Corporation family seem like the fucking Brady Bunch. Mommy had a problem with pills, and daddy had a big problem with fucking and harassing his co-workers; hence the four sexual harassment suits filed against him over the years. Their prec

ious daughter was in counseling for manic depression, which when cross-referenced with her school records was nowhere to be found; the girl seemed to have it well hidden.

The next few emails were very ordinary. Medical and Science both reported nothing unusual, which was expected as Medical had not had to do a new exam in a week or so and Science was just starting a few new projects. Conditioning and Training both reported progress on the Bunnies in house right now, including the fiery redhead from earlier; whose name it turns out was Alexis.

All other departments were reporting business as usual. There were also three personal emails, two from clients, and the other from her friend Cheryl confirming her nail appointment for later in the week. Kimberly looked down at the time on her desktop and decided to answer those later. The meeting would begin in about ten minutes, so she had time to do one quick thing.

Opening the top slide out drawer in the desk, Kimberly pulled out a remote control labeled with a C on it. She looked down at the ten buttons looking up at her and decided which one she wanted to play with. Gently touching the second button in the first row, she waited a few moments before Claire was in front of her desk, glassy eyed and hands at her sides. The remote that was now on her desk was her own personal remote for Claire. Wired directly into the remote, the nanites and implants in Claire’s body made Claire a remote controlled slave Bunnie at the touch of a button. The command Kimberly had pushed put Claire into a state where she would only respond to verbal commands, all other distractions wiped away. Claire knew this was happening all the while; the whole thing turned her on long before her programming accelerated it to the tenth power.

Kimberly walked around her pleased at what she saw. “At ease” she said quietly, and the Bunnies arms and legs became less stiff and more casual. Being this was going to be her first ever time sitting in on a meeting Claire had dressed appropriately. Her chin length dyed pink hair was pulled back to accent her piercing blue eyes and small pink lips. She was pale; not as much as Kimberly was, but close enough. A tight red sweater that cut off a little above her belly button held snuggly her 34D breasts, showing off her belly piercing. A short, plaid mini skirt hugged her hips, a pair of black knee socks covered shapely legs. Matching platform Mary Janes covered her feet and made her about the same height as Kimberly.

Pleased, Kimberly stepped back a few steps and quietly said “normal,” which returned Claire to her regular self.

Blinking a few times and then turning her head to smile at her boss and partial owner. “Thank you, I hope I am pleasing to you.”

She went to look down at the ground but Kimberly’s hand caught her chin and made her hold her gaze for a moment. “I am very pleased by your performance Claire. Thank you for doing all of that research for me, I greatly appreciate it.” With that, she leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, holding it for a second and gently leaning her tongue in to meet her slave.

They kissed for about a half minute, pulling away only to have Claire put her head on Kimberly’s chest for a second, pushing in tightly and whispering, “I love you.”

Claire knew what she was to do next. Dropped down to her knees and sticking her head forward she sat knelt quietly while her owner putting her collar on. It was simple black collar, only for ornamental purposes really. Kimberly liked having a bit of a dress protocol for various situations and the owner agreed; decrying all females should wear their collar when in any department building or meeting. Being female herself Kimberly had to wear one also, rules were rules after all. Kimberly’s slave pulled her long black and purple hair back and snapped a collar tightly around her neck. Again a simple collar, it had small silver spikes on it, but nothing large or extravagant. Smiling at each other and giving a kiss on the lips again they walked out of the office holding hands and headed towards meeting room two.

The doors to meeting room two opened in front of Kimberly and Claire with a swoosh, reminding Claire of Star Trek. They took their hands out of each other’s and smiled at the room as they walked in, Kimberly taking her spot at the front while Claire took a seat on the side, looking towards the floor as she walked by the men.

Kimberly took a quick look through the papers in front of her and smiled at all of those assembled. “Good morning, everyone.”

After a moment, she looked around quickly. “…where is the coffee?”

Some grumbling came out of the mouths of those assembled. One of the programmers from conditioning spoke up. “She’s on her way I suppose.”

Kimberly rolled her eyes and before she could reply the doors behind her swooshed again and in walked a girl in her early twenties holding two containers with four coffees in each. The girl gave a curtsey and put down the proper coffees in front of each person. She then walked over to where Kimberly sat and spoke quietly.

“Mistress, how may I further serve you this morning?”

Kimberly smiled at her slave. Arianna was dressed in a short black skirt with three inch heeled knee-high boots of the same color. Covering her ample 38C cleavage was a purple sweater, which matched the color of her shoulder length hair. Kimberly motioned towards the chair next to her. “Sit dear, enjoy your coffee with us, we could use your input.”

Arianna curtseyed, quietly saying, “Yes Ma’am,” and sat down in the chair. Kimberly passed her a few papers to look over and then stood up to start the meeting.

“Alright.” As Kimberly said this, the room quieted down and, all eyes turned to her, a few moving up and down her body. Internally she rolled her eyes and continued. “…everyone has been briefed about this girl. What kind of contacts do we have in her school?”

One of the programmers, a middle-aged man named Abdul Mossami spoke up. “We have a guidance counselor, a Ms. Angelina. I can have her activated and ready to go by the end of the hour if you wish it.”

Kimberly looked around the room to see if there were any objections and did not see a frown. She took a sip of her coffee. “Alright, do it; keep me informed during the day of her progress.” She turned to face the entire room. “I want this girl tagged and ran through quickly today. She is of top priority. Run her through preliminary visits to all departments.” She paused to try to read their faces. “Any questions or comments?”

The representative from medical called in for the meeting asked one. “Why the rush on this one Kim?” He paused and made eye contact, hoping not to offend. “…I mean; I don’t mind of course.”

Kimberly carefully picked her words. “She is a gift for a friend. A friend, who I believe has earned a girl being nice to him for once… plus she called me a fucking dyke which earns her a lifetime of mindless servitude in my eyes.”

She paused to look over and smile at Arianna who was trying to suppress a giggle between coffee sips. “…This summer we will bring her in to be programmed and sold. She is going to be graduating… hopefully, being she is a barely literature cum dumpster, we may have to pull a few strings.”

Smiling, Claire looked up at her Mistress. “If only she knew the sudden urge she will have to disappear and go to California to model.”

This got a few chuckles out of the people in the room. Kimberly decided to wrap things up early so progress immediately would start. “Alright, if there aren’t any other questions you are dismissed. I want hourly reports up until five PM when I expect her ready and in my office prepared for some personal instruction from me. Go.”

With that, the room quickly emptied except for one of the programmers who stayed around to double-check a few specs with Kimberly. Once he left, all that remained were Kimberly, Claire, and Arianna. Kimberly knew they were looking for instruction, such good girls. “Claire why don’t you go say good morning to Master and tell him I won’t be up until tonight for dinner. See if he needs anything, or for you to do anything for him.”

Claire gave a quick curtsy, and was off and out of the room.

Kimberly turned to her purple haired slave girl who had knelt down in front of her. “Dear, I don’t really need you in office today, why don’t you follow our skanky soon to be Bunnie around today and assist as needed. Report back tonight for dinner, I expect you to be dutiful to all departments. Tomorrow I promise we will get to spend more time together.”

As sad as she was that she would not get to spend the day with her Mistress, she could never think of disobeying. “Yes Ma’am I will obey.” Kimberly touched her collar, letting Arianna rise and go out the room in front of her and down the hall to an elevator. She got together her papers, coffee, and left, not before shutting off the lights behind her. People who did not turn off the lights or clean up after themselves really bothered her. She headed back to her office to do some work and wait for the reports to start flowing in.