With a disheartened sigh, Annette looks in the mirror and gazes at what she has become.
Every morning Annette is given a chance to reflect. After a thorough beauty regimen and getting dressed to Master’s specifications, Annie is programmed to rest her hands on the bathroom vanity. This is when Annette’s true consciousness is allowed to bubble to the surface. She’s stuck in the pose, unable to move anything but her head, but it’s the only time Annette has even a modicum of control.
The first few weeks, she took the opportunity to scream and yell. At first it was in desperation, then it was in anger. Eventually she even tried bargaining with her captors, but it was no use. Her moment of control was nothing but a sick joke, she decided. Day after day, nothing changed. Well, nothing about her situation changed.
Her body, on the other hand, changed significantly. Being a captive in herself, Annette watched as Annie bounced eagerly into procedure rooms. She felt the pain of her body changing to suit her captor’s desires and, begrudgingly, she felt the pleasure when her captors decided to admire the handiwork. Annie was in control. Annette could do nothing.
Today, during her moment of control, she studies the results of months of procedures. Plump lips, inflated tits, sculpted nose, a clinched waist, bronzed skin and long silky hair. There is no longer any resemblance between her and the nerdy bookworm who was abducted however long ago. All that remains is a living doll designed by her captors… and it kind of turns her on.
But that’s not her doing. Right? Surely the warmth between her legs is all Annie, eager to take the reigns once again. Right? There’s no way Annette is turned on by the idea of being a walking sex doll, desperate to please and obey. No way.
Annette tries to be firm on her stance, but her growing arousal begs to differ and inflates the doubt buried in Annette’s mind. Feeling the very pleasant buzz in her crotch, Annette gazes at the mirror again and gets a very sick feeling in her stomach. What she had once decided was a sick joke may actually be the next step in their process. These daily moments of reprieve may actually serve a purpose in her transformation.
As she feels herself fade back into the recesses of her psyche, Annette decides not to believe the nagging thought. There’s no way she’s enjoying what these sick fucks are doing to her. She will never enjoy being someone else’s puppet. She will never-
As Annie bubbles again to the surface, she looks at her reflection and loves how hot she looks. She can’t wait to see the tent in Master’s pants when he drinks in her beauty. Annie giggles and adjusts her top to better show off her tatas. Her pussy feels wonderfully wet and she knows that it’s just a matter of time before she no longer had to share control of her body. She winks at the girl inside and prances off to see what the day has in store.
This is really hott! I would love to see it go on a bit longer. Or maybe even a second chapter. I want to see that seed of doubt in annette grow into full fledged horror then some kind of futile bargaining (maybe all the stages of grief) before finally accepting her fate and merging with annie.
Look at that empty expression. This beautiful bimbo is just waiting for somebody to come along and tell her what to think and how to act.
The Man who owns a bimbo wants to control every aspect of her. He wants to sculpt her body. He wants to control her appearance. He wants to control how she dresses, how she moves, how she behaves, what she eats, when she sleeps, what she thinks about. The control her bimboism affords him is pure erotic ecstasy to him.
Master preferred for his bimbo-slaves to go about the house naked. But he was a kind and understanding Master. Eating breakfast naked on Master’s sunny veranda in full view of the neighbors wasn’t exactly a smart idea, and sometimes the house was chilly. So as long as she remembered to ask Master for permission a bimbo-slave was allowed to wear a robe in such circumstances. And He always made sure that it was appropriately soft, pink, and frilly.
Back in the day, when a member of the Tumblr bimbo community was getting a boob job I would celebrate with a “Perfect tits week”. These would most certainly qualify!
Big enough to be fake without being too big. Perfectly spherical. bolted on. A clear sign to the whole world that this girl cares more about being a bimbo-tastic fuck doll and making Cocks hard, than anything else in life.
A million years ago, back when I was a personal trainer, at the gym where I worked, from time to time you would see a really built dude or a super fit babe go into the group exercise room between classes, and surrounded by mirrors on every side, strike pose after pose. This was not because they were overly in love with their own bodies. They were preparing for body building and figure competitions. To succeed in those competitions you need to show off your hard won physique by hitting specific poses on cue.
It occurs to me that the best bimbos would take a lesson from these fitness competitors. If you want to be seen as an object of lust, and to bath in the appreciative gaze of Men and women every where, then take time to practice hitting those poses that best show off your sexy bimbo body. That way when you are out in the world you will be able to move from sexy pose to sexy pose with ease, ensuring that at any moment, from whatever angle they might be looking, everyone will clearly see what a desirable bimbo you really are!
I was talking with someone the other day and I was trying to describe the ideal look for my ideal bimbo. I am not really into the slutty look, but I do think that it should be hard, next to impossible, to look at a bimbo and not think about sex. All done in a beri classy way of course.
I think this is a great example of the look that a bimbo of mine to should be shooting for. It’s not so much about any one style, like barbie a bimbo should be able to pull off any style. It’s about a proper mix of classy and sexy. There is nothing explicitly slutty about it. In fact it is really classy. If you were to put this same outfit on another girl it might even be considered modest. Granted a huge part of dressing in a proper bimbo fashion is the bimbo body underneath, but the other part is how she wears the clothes.
