"BRIIIIING BRIIIIING!"
John awoke the following morning to the sound of his owner's alarm clock. Though he didn't have access to a calendar, he surmised that is must be a school-day for the girl.
Watching her through his peripheral vision, John saw her go about her morning routine. He watched her leave to use the washroom and return, fresh clothes in hand. He wasn't sure if it was deliberate or not, but when she undressed to change, she stodd behind him, just out of his peripheral vision. She then went downstairs to get breakfast. A minute or so later she returned with a bowl of cereal. As soon as she entered her room, in a movement that seemed well-practiced. Amelia dropped herself into her chair, right into John's lap.
Not a moment after this happened, Amelia's computer whirred back to life, and John felt his penis begin to harden, as it had the night before.
"AYE!" yelped Amelia, nearly spilling her cereal, as she felt John's member press against the crotch of her underwear. She immediately got up and began fiddling through her computer settings as she squatted over John's lap.
A moment later, John's cock was limp again, and Amelia sat back down and began eating your cereal.
"You belong to me now." Said Amelia "And your job is to support me in any way you can." She added. "So you're gonna be hooked up to my computer. But don't think that just because I owns, I trust you. I'm leaving this thing on child-safe mode while I'm at school today."
John got a good look at Amelia's rear-end as she got up from his lap. Before leaving, she made sure to turn him towards her computer monitor. She shut off the light, and departed for the day.
With Amelia gone for the day, John pondered her parting words. How would he use her computer without arms? It hit him. He was connected to her computer wirelessly, he must have some sort of neural connection to the thing. John thought hard about turning Amelia's computer on. And sure enough, it whirred to life once more. After some trying, John discovered that he was able to browse the internet with this function, and even type (Albeit slowly. He imagined he'd be able to do so faster with practice.)
John went on to do what he'd normally do online. He mostly watched videos. It occurred to him to check his social media.
Logging onto his account, John was shocked to find his profile avatar has been replaced with the "Indentured seating" logo he had seen on his box the day before. His feed had been scrubbed clean as well. All that remained was a single post.
"John ***** is now a proud member of the indentured seating service team. If you have any questions or messages, please direct them to Amelia ***** at 528-291-3829." John panickingly attempted to log into his social media, but found it impossible with the computer in child safe mode.
It was then that John heard a knock at Amelia's door.
"Hello? Anyone home?" It was Miranda.
She opened the door a crack and peered in.
"I thought I'd find you here. I'm here to do some cleaning." Said the woman.
She walked up to John and span him around on his base. She then sat down on Amelia's bed.
"Sooo, how was your first day?"
John was speechless, she seemed to be treating his predicament as if it were a new job.
"I hope you haven't been giving Amelia any trouble. You know how much pressure she's under right now."
"I just wanted you to know just how important my little girl is to me. I want you to do your best to serve her. She need to get the best grades she can, so I need you to ensure all her... boy needs are met."
John was amazed by how casually she was treating all of this.
"But what about my grades?" Said John, "What about MY future?!"
"Now don't be selfish" responded his mother. "You know that legally speaking, you're no longer my son anyway. Like this, I only have to work to put one child through college. Think of how far Amelia will be able to go with you to support her!."
John didn't know how to respond.
Miranda then got up and began vacuuming around the room. Paying John no mind as she did so.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. It wasn't until 4PM that Amelia returned to her room.
