They had organised things well, or rather Jake had. Rachael always left the matters of organisation to him. No need to poke her beautiful nose into proceedings. Not when all she needed to do was to look pretty and smile.
There would be six this evening. Three dominant men, and three submissive women. A bimbo party was different from a normal party. It required a lot of organisation, ensuring the set up was conducive to achieving bimbo space, and most importantly, that everyone knew their roles. Jake was keen on roles. Charlie and Andrew were not normal dominants. What made them different was their love, and most importantly as far as Jake was concerned, their understanding, of bimbofication, and getting to the lesser known subspace known as bimbo space.
Tonight three women, Sarah, Rachael and Megan, would be encouraged to leave their everyday selves behind, as they took the role of their bimbo alter egos: Sisi, Rayzie and Mimi. Three sex hungry bimbos who would find themselves increasingly overtaken by helpless giggling, spilling into uncontrolled lust bordering on hysteria.
“Looking good,” said Rachael, stroking her hand over the crisp white shirt of her master.
“Thanks,” he replied as he slid a candle across a shelf.
He stepped back and looked around. His sitting room was large by normal standards, and the lavish set up, and meticulously arranged furniture made it look like something out of a catalogue. He looked at the candle light dancing off the white walls, the shadows dancing across the high ceilings and he gave a nod of satisfaction.
The doorbell went, and Rachael answered, greeting Charlie as she coos of admiration for his suit. Impeccably dressed and ruggedly handsome, he wouldn’t have looked out of place on a page of GQ magazine, exactly as Jake required. He was ushered in and reclined on the spacious sofa as he sipped his sparkling water. No alcohol at a bimbo party. Another of the rules, although most wouldn’t apply to Charlie.
Sarah was next to arrive. Her golden hair spilling down her voluptuous chest, as she and Rachael exchanged kisses.
“Your dress looks so gorgeous!” exclaimed Rachael.
And she wasn’t lying. Sarah had taken the dress code of ‘glamour’ seriously, her exquisitely tight black dress hugging her hour glass figure, her necklace sparkling in the light. She greeted Jake with a kiss who beckoned her to sit down next to Charlie. They exchanged kisses and compliments, having not met prior to this, at least not formally.
Megan and Andrew arrived together, to be warmly embraced by Rachael, as she showed them in. Megan was Andrew’s submissive, and he took a lot of pride in having trained her to become the perfect bimbo over the five years they’d been together. Blonde, with a beautifully toned body, and a perfect white smile, Charlie and Jake would agree, Megan really was something to be proud of.
They sat and talked. The words: ‘bimbo’, ‘giggle’ and even ‘sex’ weren’t mentioned. It was like any party conversation between people in their thirties who had traded London for the suburbs. They talked about how useless politicians were, what new restaurants were worth visiting, and when on earth it would stop raining.
They laughed and relaxed as they enjoyed each other’s company. At one point Jake’s phone gave an angry buzz which he silenced with a press of a button.
“It’s eight o’clock,” he said matter-of-factly. “Smile time. Let’s make sure we’re smiling from now on please. No exceptions.”
His voice was calm and authoritative, with just the slightest hint of menace, which the girls were keenly aware of, as they continued chatting, smiling from ear to ear, just like they’d been told to.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ht1g8u/smile_time_part_1_bimbo_humiliation