-You needed the money, it’s only a job, that’s ok? Right? Well that’s what you tell yourself - selling your body and soul to a company, to be sold off to the highest bidder - that bidder being Honey. A 35 year old multimillionaire, a successful businesswoman, and your new owner. A few months had passed since your purchase, your new life settling in nicely - a large home, comfortable living, all while being controlled by your mistress-

It was a calm, peaceful morning, an orange sun peaking over the hills, some mourning doves cooing off in the distance, and the subtle sound of breathing comes from beside you - as your mistress lays asleep next to you, her arm draped around her toy, you.