She came back into a semblance of consciousness slowly. It wasn't quite personhood, she wasn't able to muster herself entirely from the colors flashing in her eyes from the screen, but she had a more pronounced awareness of the world, beyond the unthinking arousal she had existed in for an indeterminate time. Her arms and knees ached, but she couldn't move. Her hips thrust in time to the vibrations of her cock cage and dildo. Something had roused a fragment of her brain though: a voice cutting through the music.

"Playgirl 263, a guest requires your service. You may stand and come outside." She was finally able to move, first pulling the helmet off her head. Her cubicle lighting pulsed in familiar hues, but it lacked the intensity of the screen. She felt a tinge of disappointment, like a growing hunger, as she reached back and disconnected her pleasure devices. They settled into a low vibration as she zipped up her suit and stood. She whined just a little at the decreased sensations, slowly twisting her skirt against her cock trying to spike her pleasure back to where she'd just been. Her balance was off, but she was incapable of not obeying the order, so she wobbled as she walked outside, her boots clicking along the floor. She stood in front of her employer and another figure, registering their bodies as potential vectors of pleasure. The latex of her suit felt electric, her skin tingling in excitement at having been commanded. She was a Playgirl, and she was ready to be bold. "Playgirl, our customer picked you from our catalogue. They have requested that you demonstrate what a Skintight lifestyle has done for your personality, so you may remember, think, and speak enough to entertain our guest for as long as he requires, but you may not question why you are here or our company's values. Proceed to the elevator and then Rewards Room 7." Her thoughts returned to her head like fresh air after surfacing from a dive, but they were accessible only from a distance, like she was borrowing someone else's personality. She smiled warmly at the guest. "Hello! I'm Playgirl 263, and I'm living the Skintight lifestyle. Let's get you to our room and we can explore the wonderful opportunities that Skintight has afforded me." She beckoned for the guest to walk with her towards the back of the room, where a sliding door stood open past the rows of cubicles. He was a slender man, curvy but with a strength to his build. He was wearing a completely black outfit which obscured most of his body, but his face was set with an obvious lust overlaying his delicate features and plump angry mouth, a small mustache peeking over his top lip. She shivered with attraction. Every step she took, her cock slid just a little in its enclosure, and the dildo pushed a little deeper in and out of her ass. She was trembling again with anticipation by the time they were in the elevator, and as the doors closed she wanted to lean over in front of the guest and get started, but she had been told to go to the room, so instead her arousal simmered, making it out of her body as frustrated whimpers, precum soaking her crotch. She pushed herself against the guest, lightly rubbing her cock over his thigh. "I can't wait to reward you!" she squealed. As the elevator ticked upwards, she noticed that her body had changed slightly since she was last aware: she was a little slimmer in the waist, her breast more prominent and sensitive, her ass tighter against the latex, and she wasn't to timid to let out her feminized voice. She had always been bad about taking her hormones, so the IV must've had exactly the cocktail she needed to finalize her results and the conditioning had given her the confidence to flaunt her body. She knew she should be horrified at how she was living, but instead all she felt was gratitude and arousal at her state of affairs. The elevator opened onto a corridor of identical doors. As she was about to step out, the guest finally spoke up. "Stop," he said, his voice raspy and a little high, "You should crawl ahead of me." She dropped on all fours, thrusting her ass playfully towards him and wiggling. He was right, Playgirls should crawl, and it made her cock rub wonderfully in its cage and her breasts hung alluringly towards the floor. "Right this way," she chirped. He followed closely behind her as she counted down the doors, her excitement growing to a painful fervor. She occasionally stopped and rubbed her ass against her temporary master's knee, as he obligingly pushed her dildo in and out a couple times before they continued. It felt like her entire stomach was soaked with her liquids, and she felt herself drooling a little in anticipation. They'd reached door 7. She sat back on her heels and waited for the guest to let them in.

He fumbled for a second with the handle, the first sign of excitement breaking through his steely demeanor. Finally opening the door, he held it as she crawled inside. The inside was sparsely furnished, a couch and bed both draped in vinyl, over a white linoleum floor which was only adorned with a brass drain. A window took up much of one of the walls, open onto the city with the tell-tale hint of a one-way coating. Superimposed over the view was another pulsing bulb of light, its pink hues like a novel sun obscuring the skyline. She felt soothed by the visuals, and her excitement settled into a determination to ensure her guest understood how completely she'd accepted the Skintight Lifestyle.

He'd walked over to the bed, pulling open a concealed drawer beneath the mattress. After searching for a second, he pulled out a collar and walked back over to her, pulling it around her neck and clicking it into place. He tightened it until it just barely restricted her air, causing her to pant. "Can you still breathe?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Good girl. Hump the floor until I'm ready, and keep your eyes on me. You'll get super aroused, but no orgasm. Answer my commands with Yes Sir." She dropped her crotch to the floor, desperately rubbing her encased cock against the floor and flexing her ass so the dildo brushed against her prostate. She let out a frustrated "Yess Sirr..", as her painful erection was caught between her body and the tiles.

Walking back to the drawer as she moaned and stared, his toned ass all she could focus on even though she hadn't seen the outside for a long time. Even aside from her instructions, the customer was exactly her type, a body that she would've clicked on instantly trawling Grindr at her low points, his dark hair and eyes pulling her in. She never would have had the confidence before though to actually message him though, and would never have met up. Just another way the Skintight lifestyle has improved my life, she thought, then tried to tell this to her guest, but was so horny she could only slip out a "you're so fucking hot" between her whimpers. He looked back at her and smiled, before turning back to his search in the drawer. He stood up with a bundle of straps and restraints, and ordered her, "Ok, you can stop that and get up on the bed, on your back." She jumped up and hurried over to the bed, brushing her hands across his back and giving him a quick kiss against his ear. "Yes Sir," she whispered, and crawled onto the mattress and into position.

First, he put a strap around each of her wrists, tying them to purpose-built loops on the frame. He pulled them tight until her arms were painfully stretched outward, and she couldn't even lift her shoulders. She stared at the ceiling, the light from the window painting swirls and patterns along the paint. "This is how you deal with Playgirls," the man said, "you put them in their place: spread your legs, and lift them." "Yes sir." She did as she was told, and he placed straps around her ankles and tied them so that she her ass lifted off the bed and her dick pushed into her stomach, her skirt falling over her corset and leaving her completely exposed She moaned, but couldn't move an inch to relieve her arousal: everything was now up to the customer.

He unzipped her, and pulled off her cock cage, setting it to the side. She was already so used to having it on she felt incredibly deprived without its comfortable stimulation, her desperation growing even more. Her little cock was stiff and frustrated, but he ignored it as he pulled out her dildo, causing her to whimper with need. She needed to be filled, she wasn't capable of being without some sexual stimulation anymore. Her arousal built around her brain like static, and though she'd been granted some of her mental ability back it was all focused on needing to get off now. The customer took a step back, crossing his arms and watching her. Unable to squirm, she could only look at him and beg: "Please, please I need you, god I need you inside me right now please unnh you're so fucking hot and I'm so fucking horny right now..." He just watched, then spoke up: "Please what?" She whimpered, "please sir please fuck me." He grinned, then pulled on a harness. As he fixed a massive silicone dick into place, he chuckled. "That's what I thought."

He slathered lube across her, preparing her loose asshole as he started pumping her cock. "You don't cum until I tell you." She nodded, biting her lip, "Yes sir." His finger slipped inside easily, brushing across her prostate with a rhythmic motion. Pulling his hands back, he used the remaining lube to stroke his own cock with one hand, until the black surface glistened. His other strayed between his legs, rubbing himself through his suit. "Fuck, all you trans girls love this wierd shit huh," he said laughing, "it'd be pathetic if it didn't get me so fucking horny." "Pleassssee," was all she could respond, straining against her restraints. Her vision was going a little black around the edges as the collar dug into her throat. "God just fuck me sir!" He pushed into her, the tip slipping in as he grabbed her cock not for her pleasure but for his leverage, his other hand wrapping around her thigh. "Every thrust I want you to get hornier and dumber, until you can't even talk or think about anything but being my little fucking toy. You got that?" "Yes sirrr," she drooled, as he thrust again, deeper this time. "Say yes sir everytime I fuck you," he said, his face hardening as he let loose on her. The straps were cutting into her wrists, and her legs were going numb from being held up so high. He thrust again. She tried her hardest to focus on speaking, but she was struggling, the pleasure and her programming shutting her brain down little by little. "Ye..yes... s..sir""Y....sss...rr""Ysssssrr—unhh" Her tongue stopped cooperating, hanging out of her mouth as she panted with the effort of trying to fufill her competing commands, her desperate moans trying to stretch into words but she lost the ability. As the man kept using her, her face began to still, and as her brain shut down she stared placidly into his face, panting with his thrusts and straining against the restraints to push deeper onto him. He slowed, nearing his own climax, and detached the strap, leaving it inside her. Her climbed on top of her chest, unzipping his own crotch to release his hard clit. He was dripping as he pushed it into her face, gasping out a "suck toy." She did, efficiently licking and working her lips along him, as he groaned deeply. Her own pleasure disregarded, her dick strained unreleased against the man's back. As she pleasured him, she whined, only capable again of primal sexual thought. He pushed himself against her face, thrusting again until at last he let go, soaking her face in his cum, so that her mouth was full of it and it dripped into her hair and down her body. Panting with exertion, he reached back to her dick and stroked it slowly, staring at her drenched and used body. She whimpered with her own pleasure and desire, following his hand with her hip thrusts trying to accelerate her release. He reached down to her neck, pressing his fingers against her windpipe as he gave her one last slow stroke. "Cum." She went limp with the pleasure, her body dangling as she squirted into his hand, moaning softly. He laughed at her pathetic display, and stood up, licking his fingers and walking out the room to leave her alone.