Dina looked down and saw her body clothed in pink. She didn’t ask herself why she didn’t remember putting it on, nor did she have any care to understand where any of these things came from. All she knew was that her Mistress was asking her a question, and she felt the pull to answer. “It’s lovely, Ma’am.”
Jaime smiled, “That seems such a simple answer. Don’t you care to elaborate a bit further?”
Dina bit her glossy lip. The pink fabric felt amazing. It clung to her curves. She loved the little bows at the top of her stockings. Her pink shoes matched. She felt truly perfect for her Mistress. “I… I’m not sure what to say though. I really do like it.”
Jaime let out a soft sigh, “Pet… I don’t think you really understand what I am asking. Please, tell me the most deepest thoughts about your new outfit. Express yourself fully… Completely… Bare your soul to your Mistress.”
The girl blinked. She tried to find the right words. The outfit was everything she had ever expected being Miss Jaime’s pet would be. She felt exquisite and soft, and willing to give in to her every demand. She felt at peace. She opened her mouth to say those things, but the words seemed to fall away in her throat and she let out a ‘ah…. uh…..’ noise followed by a giggle. The giggle maddened her… this wasn’t funny… she was embarrassing herself, and the heat to her cheeks only validated that. Blushing furiously her hands ran down the sides of the dress and she began to fidget with it.
Now, Jaime smiled, crossing her legs. “Having a problem, dear?”
Dina whimpered, she was having a problem. Her eyes hadn’t left her new pretty outfit, and any thought she had to say about it was dying in her throat. She giggled more, only making her blush and fidget more. “I uhm…. I like…” Words were dying in her mind, each one leaving room for more giggles, more stammers. By now she was stepping from foot to foot, not even realizing she was showing her panties or caring. She couldn’t stop not thinking or touching her own body.
“Having a problem forming words, sweety?”
“I mean, like… I love it.. and.. like.. it’s” she giggled, “I can’t like.. uhm.. stop..”
“You can’t stop what?”
“Like uhm…” she giggled hard and her hands continued to lift her dress, feel her skin, run across her panties and moan through the giggles. She was so hot.. so needy.. she didn’t even know what she had been asked anymore, she just knew that like.. this outfit was her now.. and she was totally into it. “..like.. touching an stuff… cuz like.. I’m like…”
“What are you?”
What was the word? She couldn’t find it. Her mind crawling through the erotic haze of pink. What was she? A slave, yes, but no. A pet, of course, but what was she… her giggles and moans were the only sound between each syllable. “Like….”
“Like what.”
“uhh.. like…”
“Say it, girl.”
“uhm… like.. totally your bimbo slut…” Dina’s hand slid through the small triangle of fabric as she touched herself, knowing it was the only thing a good dumb bim does for Mistress.
Jaime smiled. The outfit had yet again, done its job. Dina was such a smart thing normally, it was one of her favorite games to watch her fight with what she truly wanted.
Thought exercise. You are me, you are hungry, you want to make my world famous pancake recipe. This recipe needs four eggs. You have three eggs. Do you:
a) go to the store. yes you have a cold, but you could be in and out fast. then again you could run into someone you know. embarrassing.
b) go across the street to your grandparent’s house and ask to borrow an egg. you may or may not get a lecture about not being at church. is it worth it.
c) use two of the raw eggs and two hard-boiled eggs. surely this will work out fine
if you picked c, congratulations, you correctly picked my thought process. i have committed an affront to god and my tummy hurts so badly
actually oddly enough the pancakes tasted fine, despite all of the bits of whole egg falling out of them, which is where the affront to god kicks in
anyway if this ever happens again i’m just gonna go to the store. experiment failed, we’ll get ‘em next time
i didn’t….i didn’t even think to do that
I could’ve…used other ingredients……?
actually you know what in fairness to me i’ve been on a lot of cold medicine this week while battling a virus. from now on i’m only making sandwiches
i’m no longer on ungodly amounts of cold medicine! i wish i could tell you i have no memory of making this post, and by extension the pancakes, but unfortunately i do!
