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Hannah’s Bimbo Space – Part 2

Sarah was next, confessing that she was a ‘slut’ who had been made to ‘beg for cock’ on more than one occasion.

“Why do you beg for cock?” asked Jackie.

“Because I get desperate,” replied Sarah, her voice quiet and powerless.

Everything the girls were saying was true. The text messages had been sent. Rachael and Sarah had demeaned themselves when horny, and Hannah did desperately hope that she had pleased Jake when he had last trained her.

“What a desperate little girl you are,” remarked Jackie.

“Yes I am,” replied Sarah.

Jackie looked at her for a few seconds before giving a satisfied nod and ushering her to her chair.

“Well now I think is the perfect chance for us to be honest.”

She walked over to Megan and grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, pulling her up and off the chair, so she was standing up facing the audience.

“Megan has admitted that she likes threesomes. That she enjoyed being used. What does that make her Rachael?”

“A slut,” said Rachael, not hesitating in her verdict. Read more »

Sarah’s sex toy training – (Final) part 5

“Do you want to show me your pussy Sisi?”

“Yes sir!” She cooed.

“Good girl,” he said. “So ask me then. Take some pride.”

She stood in front of him, a hand covering her wet folds, waves of giddy happiness washing over her.

“Do you want to see my pussy?” she asked, her voice high pitched, and sounding unlike hers.

She had an overwhelming desire to share her excitement with him, as well as a desperate, suffocating hope that he liked what he saw.

“Yes I would. So show me.”

“Look at my pussy!” she yelled, whipping her hand away.

She stood proudly in front of him, revealing her glistening pink sex, feeling drunk with lust.

“Good girl,” said Jake, gazing between her legs. “But I think I know what this needs, don’t you?”

“Cock!” she heard herself shout.

“That’s right,” he said, standing up and carefully unzipping his flies.

The sound of his zip almost made her cry out with excitement. She stared helplessly at his crotch, gasping at the size of his semi erect member hanging down his thigh. Even when flaccid he was thicker, and longer than most of the erect partners she’d ever been with. Read more »

Sarah’s sex toy training – Part 4

She walked down the corridor as if in a trance, the words ‘leave Sarah behind’ were all she could think of. He was right – Sarah was boring, and she wanted to leave her here, unzip her like a jacket and fling her away.

She marched back to the room, stopping in front of him, fueled by a hunger to win his approval.

“Do you want to see my titties?” she asked, followed with a machine gun laugh. She stood grinning in front of him, hoping that she’d finally met his expectations.

He looked at her and shook his head.

“That’s good. But it’s not enough. You’re not giving me everything and you know it.”

Her heart sunk. Hadn’t she left Sarah outside? Hadn’t she taken the plunge and given him everything?

“These windows are double glazed, and the walls are thick,” he gestured around him. “So you don’t need to worry about keeping quiet for fear of upsetting the neighbours, if that’s what’s holding you back?”

“No sir.” Read more »

Sarah’s sex toy training – Part 3

He brought his hand down eight more times, not letting up in ferocity, the result leaving her wincing with pain. When it was done he stroked the smooth curve of her buttocks and gave a sigh of satisfaction.

“What do you say? And remember to use your sex toy voice. No need to be all serious.”

She closed her eyes and tried to speak in her best ‘sex toy voice’, but all that came out was a strangled utterance of ‘thank you’. She sounded more like a computer than a sex toy.

He sighed.

“Do you know your problem Sarah? You’re holding on too tight. And the longer you hold on, the more this is going to hurt. You need to just relax, and jump in.”

She nodded, understanding what he meant, but with no idea how to do it.

“Up,” He ordered.

She did as she was told, and stood in front of him awkwardly, unsure where to look, her previously pristine golden hair now a tousled mess, her buttocks stinging with pain, her eyes still wide in shock.

“Cover your hole sweetie. It’s not ladylike.” Read more »

Sarah’s sex toy training – Part 2

He dragged her back to the sitting room and pushed her onto the sofa.

“Sit up. Shoulders back.”

She did as she was told, thrusting her chest out, her voluptuous breasts straining against her tight top.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

He nodded.

“That’s good. But would it kill you to smile?”

She tried to smile, looking at the ceiling in embarrassment, before looking back at him, then covering her face with her hands.

“I can’t do it!” she exclaimed.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know!” she moaned. “I’m too embarrassed!”

He squatted in front of her, so his face was level with hers. He reached out and carefully stroked a strand of golden hair from her face.

“I’m going to lay down some ground rules. Understand?”

She nodded.

“You’re going to stop *thinking* about doing what I say, and just *do* what I say. If you don’t, then I’m going to have to punish you. Understand?”

“Yes,” she replied with a nod.

He slapped his hand against her cheek, causing her to open her mouth and eyes wide in alarm. Read more »

Sarah’s sex toy training – Part 1

Sarah sat and waited for him, lips pursed as she nervously sipped her coffee, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. Her auburn curls spilled down over her tight clothing. She had dressed as he’d instructed: ‘show cleavage, but don’t draw too much attention to yourself’. Her petite frame was in a smart black trouser suit and a simple tight white cotton top, cut low enough for him to be happy.

Sarah had seen him before, spoken to him many times, but this would be their first face to face meeting.

‘What was she doing here?’ she thought to herself. Meeting a man from the internet for sex. Should she just leave?

“Hello Sarah.”

She jumped before looking around to see him standing next to her.

“Hello,” she said, trying to stay calm.

He took a seat next to her and they talked. Although their conversation was quite different from the ones they were used to. There wasn’t a mention of anything pink, fluffy, or girls with charmingly low IQ whatsoever. She talked nervously, her eyes dancing between his and the table top, as they made small talk. At one point she found herself animatedly agreeing that people who spit in public should be rounded up and sent to evening classes to learn manners, before sharing a loud uninhibited laugh. Read more »

Smile Time – Part 1 (bimbo humiliation)

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. Read more »

The Party – Part 2 (watersports and humiliation)

Nothing more was said as Jake emptied himself into the jug, his thick cock hardening, until it was almost fully erect by the time he’d finished. He batted Rachael’s hand away and shook himself off, before wiping the tip of his cock across her cheek, leaving a faint glistening trail that shimmered in the light.

“Well done sweetie,” said Julia, beckoning her back to the sofa with a slight flick of her head.

Rachael beamed with pride as she retook her seat. She and Daniel exchanged a look, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling again, her cheeks reddening as she looked down to her lap.

Three more times Julia asked for ‘volunteers’, and each time she was met with a desire so eager it bordered on desperate (exactly as was expected). Demure facades vanished as beautiful, elegantly dressed women, shot their hands into the air and craned forward, like competitive children in class.

Before long, all four of the suited men had relieved themselves into the glass jug that was now sitting on the table, and conversation had resumed again. Jake had sat down next to Rachael, and they were talking about her life as a lawyer. Read more »

The Party – Part 1 (watersports and humiliation)

Ten guests: Six women, four men.

‘Leave your ‘selves’ at the door’ was the mantra issued by Jake, the organiser. It was a nod to what he called ‘falling down the rabbit hole’: fully embracing a world of fantasy, and sexual indulgence, and leaving inhibitions behind.

To an outside observer, the party looked like any other. Apart from all the people being notably good looking, there was nothing that would raise an eyebrow. Six beautiful women, dressed to impress, and four smartly dressed men, sitting around a coffee table in a glamorous sitting room. Jake always hosted parties in houses that were both expensive and isolated.

He stood in front of his guests wearing a dark black suit and a crisp white shirt; smart and ruggedly handsome. Next to him stood a gorgeous woman. Julia had blonde hair spilling down her chest, her curvaceous body enclosed in a tight black dress, and she almost seemed to sparkle in the soft lights.

“Who wants to hold his cock?” she asked.

Five women’s hands shot up.

She was holding a glass jug, her perfectly manicured nails tight clasped around the handle. Read more »