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Master has a special video studio and right now I’m sitting on a bench, my legs splayed wide while Bambi is eating me out. She’s the best pussy eater out of all of Master’s bimbos. But he likes fucking me best.

I don’t know how long I’ve been with Master. I can’t believe there was ever a time when I didn’t know who he was.

But Master says there’s other bimbos out there just waiting to know the truth. Bimbos who knew me before I was called Bliss or spent my days cumming all the time.

Master likes it when I cum. He wants me to cum all the time now.

Some days I feel like I’m made of cum.

Another one of Master’s bimbos has the camera set up. She’s just as perky and blonde as me. I love all of Master’s bimbos. Even though I can get testy when he fucks them without me.

“It’s, like, ready!” She chirps.

I can’t focus without Bambi’s lips on my cunt. I’d be too horny to speak. And I have to speak. I have to make this video. My friends who knew me before I was Bliss need to see it. They need to see what Master can do for them.

They need to be happy little bimbos like me.

“Hey, girls!” I smile widely. One of my sister-bimbos tried to give me a script, but reading is stupid and I couldn’t remember my lines. But I know what I have to say. “I was so worried before. All the stuff that’s going on. All the boring life stuff. But now I have the cure. Check the link in my bio to see how to prevent all your worries. Bye!” The video cuts off just as my eyes roll back and I cum again.

I can’t wait til my friend see the video. I want all of them to have the bimbo cure.

“Show me you’re thankful,” he commands, gesturing down at himself. “Suck my cock.”

I squeal in joy as I surged forward, licking against his thick shaft and wrapping my lips around his head. I could cum just from the salty manly taste that takes me over. It invades my empty brain and fills me up until there’s nothing but the taste of master.

I’m gonna remember it forever. I’m never gonna stop tasting him.

I slurp him down, messy with my tongue and lips and spit. I’ve never done this before, but it’s like my body knows what it’s supposed to do.

He’s so big that I can barely fit the tip of him in my mouth before I start gagging. Master doesn’t care. He fucks my face and his precum starts to trickle down my throat.

It’s perfect. Magical.

And though my eyes are tearing up and I’m gagging, I can’t stop. I love this. I want more of it. I want his cum down my throat and in my belly. I want to float in a sea of it. I want to bathe in it forever and ever and ever.

He digs his fingers into my hair and starts thrusting even harder. It should hurt, but I’m crying in ecstasy at the pleasure Master is giving me.

I don’t know how long I’m in that bed with him plunging his cock down my throat. I can hear the other bimbos moaning around us. They have to be so jealous of the way Master was using me. We all wanted him to ourselves.

But Master needs more than even the sluttiest bimbo could give him.

I just had to make myself as slutty as possible so I stayed one of his favorites.

“Cum!” He commanded, and his cock exploded in my mouth, sending jets of cum into my tummy.

I moan in rapture as the release I’ve been holding back all morning finally breaks me. My brain is all pink and swirly and dizzy and I can taste Master everywhere. His cum starts leaking out of my mouth there is so much of it, and I have to catch it with my fingers.

I can’t let a drop go to waste.

Master isn’t done with me yet. My brain is too gooey and cum drunk to do anything. But he doesn’t need me to do much. I’m a hole for him to fuck. I’ll always be his hole. It’s what I am made for.

My pussy is so wet, so swollen with need. It almost hurts how sensitive I am.

It doesn’t matter that he just came. Master has control over everything, even how quickly he can get hard. That’s why he’s Master.

He plunges his cock deep into me and I scream in pleasure. Did I cum before? It’s nothing like the way he fills me up.

I’ve never been whole before.

I need Master to be whole.

I’m Master’s hole.

He uses me. It’s rough, and fast, and so so so so perfect that I forget even the new name he gave me. I’m nothing but his pet when he’s fucking me.

I’ll do anything to keep him fucking me forever.

His cock hits a spot deep inside me and I cum. And every time he hits it I cum again. Tears are streaming down my face at the assault that this pleasure is bringing me.

Any smarts I had left are gone. I can’t think when I’m being fucked.

I can’t think when I want to be fucked.

I always want to be fucked.

Master fucks my brain away.

Bye bye brain.

I start giggling and it mixes with my moans. From the sound Master makes he has to like that.

“Keep it up, slut,” he commands.

I giggle again. It’s what Master wants. Master can have everything he wants.

“I’m about to fuck you pregnant, little bimbo. Are you ready for it?” The words are harsh in my ear.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I’ve never wanted anything more. I was born for this. Master’s going to fuck me pregnant. Of course I want it!

He buries himself so deep that I’m going to feel an imprint of him for the rest of the day. Maybe longer. And then there’s his hot seed spurting deep inside me, filling me and filling me and filling me until I am so sure I’m pregnant I want to cry with happiness.

As he pulls out I feel his cum gush, there’s so much of it.

He kisses me again before pulling back. “That’s a good girl. Welcome home.”

I whimper in pleasure.

“Now, Bliss, let’s see if your friends want to join us.”

I cum again.

When I wake up again there’s a cup of creamy potion on my bedside table. I sit up and guzzle it down eagerly, my fingers stroking my wet pussy until I’m squirming with want. But I know I can’t cum yet.

I lay back down and idly stroke, looking up at the lights on my ceiling and watching as they swirl around. The colors are so pretty in pinks and purples. I fall into them and my mind feels like it’s leaking out of me.

Bimbos don’t need to think.

I can’t remember when Bambi – I laugh when I remember her name – left me yesterday, It might not have even been yesterday. Who cares about time when I can cum and cum and cum?

Except I can’t.

Master doesn’t want me to cum. I have to wait for Master.

“Oh, Master, please.” The words are muffled as I talk around my fingers but I don’t, like, care or anything. Master can hear everything. He wants me to beg.

Bambi told me everything while she trained me. All bimbos need training to be perfect for Master.

Good girls are sluts for Master.

Bimbos submit to Master.

Master takes away all of our worries.

Good sluts don’t worry about silly things.

Good bimbos giggle.

Good bimbos cum.

Good bimbos do as they are told.

I wanna be a good bimbo.

I don’t need smarts.

I wanna be hot and sexy and slutty.

I’m a good bimbo.

I’m a good bimbo for Master.

“Good bimbo for Master. Good bimbo for Master. Fuck me, Master. Need your cock. Need you filling me up. Breed me. Want to be full and pregnant for Master!” I don’t know how I’m not cumming but I know Master will be so proud of me waiting for him.

It’s not my choice. Master makes my choices for me now.

The medicine they gave me has already started to change me. My titties are filling up and soon they’ll be as big as Bambi’s. Maybe even bigger! My stupid old brown hair is already lighter and its a bunch longer than it was yesterday. I dunno how many inches that is.

Don’t care. Numbers are stupid. And dumb bimbos like me don’t need to think.

The door to my room opens and there’s Bambi. She’s not wearing anything and her belly is starting to swell with the baby Master put inside her. It’s making her tits huge.

I want huge tits and a belly from Master!

“Come on, baby, Master’s waiting. It’s time for your bimbo birth.”

“I’m a bimbo!” I giggle. My legs are sticky with pussy juice and I’ve been leaking so much that the sheets are wet with it. It smells like girl sex and Master will know just how ready I am for him.

He’s going to claim me and name me and make me his.

I used to have a name. They called me something when I came here. I don’t care what it was. My name belongs to Master.

“I belong to Master.”

“Yes you do, slut,” Bambi tells me.

I stumble towards her as another wave of arousal washes over me. I belong to Master!

She leads me down a narrow hall to a pair of double doors that lead to Master’s room. And it’s huge! There’s room for a bunch of king size beds, but there’s only one, right in the middle of the room. But the carpet is soft and there’s bunches of big pillows on the ground where Master’s other sluts are rolling around and fucking each other.

They’re here to see Master claim me. To watch him add me to his harem.

I only pay attention to them for a second. Then I see the man on the bed. He’s sitting up with the covers pooled around him, with his hand stroking up and down his thick hard cock. Even from across the room I can see the veins, the way it’s all thick and purple and ready to explode in me.

I tear my eyes away from his cock. Want cock, need cock, fuck me, please! And get my first real look at Master. He’s the one who figured out how to take all my worries away. He’s helped all these other bimbos to become empty headed sluts.

Just like he’s making me an empty headed slut.

His eyes are so dark it’s like looking into shadow and he’s got just enough stubble that I know it will leave marks if he kisses me. His abs are cut out of stone and his jaw is just as hard. He’s all Man.

I’ve never seen a man like him before. He’s better than all of them. Sexier. More commanding. The kind of Master worthy of the bimbo harem he’s created.

I can’t walk toward him. I’m not worthy. I sink to my knees and crawl.

I see Master smile and I know I’ve pleased him. I’m whimpering with need as I get closer. If he touches me, I know I’ll cum. I’m not s’posed to, not till he gives me permission. But he’s so overpowering. So perfect.

I belong to him.

“Master!” I crawl up onto the bed, but stop when I reach his feet. I can’t get any closer, not until he gives me permission.

“Such a good little slut,” his praise is low and rumbly and I could die happy right now. He’s pleased with me! I’m a good little slut!

“Your slut,” I moan out. “Your good little slut.”

He reaches for me and looks me over. “When did you get here?”

“Um…” Time is really hard but Master asked me a question and I have to answer it. If I answer it he’ll stick his cock deep inside of me and fill me up with his cum. I think really hard, but when I imagine my brain there’s nothing there! It’s all pink and fluffy and full of nothing but sex and cum and Master. I think real hard until my brain hurts and it’s like I’m burning up the last of my smarts trying to even think about what time means. But I snatch onto a memory and give it to Master. Everything I am belongs to Master. “Yesterday!” I say in triumph.

His eyes blaze and his cock gets even harder. “You didn’t even fight it,” he says.

What’s that supposed to mean? “Wouldn’t fight Master!” I can’t even pretend. Not even for fun. Not unless Master told me to.

“You were just a slut waiting for a reason, weren’t you?”

I don’t know what that means, but if Master says it, it must be true. I nod.

“Have you ever had a cock inside that tight pussy of yours?” he scowls as he says it, like he’s jealous of the idea that I’d ever let a man besides Master touch me.

I can’t lie to him, and I’m so happy that he’ll like the truth. “I’m a virgin, Master. My cunt belongs to you. Only to you!”

“And you’re going to let me do anything I want with it.” It’s not a question. Master doesn’t need to ask permission. He tells me and I do what he wants. Like a good little bimbo. His little bimbo. “What’s your name?”

“Um…” I stick my thumb in my mouth as if that will help me think, but all it reminds me of is that I want to be sucking something else. Master’s cock is in front of me and just as hard as ever. Can I have it? I need it. “Cock, please, cock!”

He chuckles. “No, that’s not your name, you blissed out little bimbo.”

I am such a blissed out little bimbo.

“That’s who you are now. Bliss, my little bimbo.”

Bliss. Bliss. Bliss. It echoes around in my empty head and I know it’s my name now. My name. My purpose. I’m Master’s Bliss.

I must have passed out. I only know that because the next time I open my eyes I’m laying in a bed covered in fluffy pillows and soft pink sheets. My clothes are long gone and my legs are spread.

Between them there’s a blonde head and her tongue is lapping at my pussy. My body is one big nerve ending, pleasure rippling through me like I’ve never known before. I let my legs fall open and reach down to run my finger through the slut’s hair.

I don’t know her name, but I know she’s a slut.

Just like me.

I moan again.

I’ve never thought like that before today. But with all the pleasure wracking my body it’s hard to remember anything before I arrived here. Anything before this moment.

I cry out as another orgasm rips through me. Is it my second? My hundredth? I don’t know. I don’t care. I just want more.

But the slut between my legs isn’t here to do what I want.

She looks up and I don’t recognize her. She’s not the bimbo who got me off in the hallway. She’s even… more.

Blonder. Happier. Ditzier.

Perfect.

I want to be her.

I look at the lush blonde hair falling in waves to her breasts. Her thick pink lips are wet with my cunt juices. Her eyes are bright and blue and empty of everything except lust. And her tits. Gosh, they’re big. Big and round and bouncy and my mouth is watering at the thought of tasting her nipples.

There’s a slight curve to her tummy, but before I can even think more she’s kissing a trail up my stomach, taking her time to suck on my own boobs until I’m crying and begging for more. But just as I’m about sure I can cum just from that she pulls back and keeps moving up my body, capturing my lips in a wicked kiss.

I can taste my cunt on her tongue.

She pulls away, but her plush body presses me against the bed and I love the feeling of her on top of me.

“You’re like coming along so good!” Her praise sinks into my skin, her peppy voice making my pussy quiver in happiness. “You needed to cum so bad, just let your brains leak out and be a good bimbo.”

She wedged her leg in between mine and I humped against her. I was a puddle of lust, absolutely dripping with sweat and pussy juice, but her words pulled me out of my haze for just a second. “B-bimbo?” I stutter. That wasn’t a good word. I wasn’t supposed to practically cum when I said it.

“Oh, yeah,” she breathes it into my ear and she’s just as hot for it as I am.

But I need to think. Thinking is so hard when I can feel the way her titties are pressing up against me, but I have to. Have to.

Have to cum.

My body quivers again but it means I can think for a second.

“I’m smart,” I protest. “Going to college. I’m a virgin.” Maybe that’s not true anymore, not with the way she and the nurse have used me since I got here. How long have I been here? “I need… I need–”

“You need to forget all that useless stuff, silly girl.”

Those words make me squirm, but she’s not done talking.

“Let all those smarts just drip up through your cunt. Every time you cum you’ll know a little less. You’ll worry a little less. You’ll be the perfect vessel for Master’s cock.” She pinches my nipple and tugs my earlobe with her teeth.

Between that and the leg I’m riding, I cum again and then a second time. And I’m starting to feel lighter. Ditzy. Happy.

“Came for a cure for the… the… the…” I know I came here cause of a cure. Needed to get protected from the… thing that was making it… why can’t I remember why I’m here?

“The cure for your worries,” the bimbo on top of me says. “Are you worried anymore?”

I’m s’posed to be. It’s like, a big deal or whatever. It means I can’t go to school.

Ugh. Boring.

Why do I even want to go to school?

Boys are there! And sexy, sexy sluts who’ll eat my cunt and make me cum again and again and again and again.

The slut on top of me does it even better than I imagine and my eyes roll back in my head as I listen to the slutty secrets she tells me to make me into the perfect bimbo.

It doesn’t take long to realize that something’s happening. The edges of my vision get a little hazy and I can’t help but smile.

I. Feel. So. Good!

I can feel the thin fabric of my top brushing against every inch of my skin and I have to stop walking so I can rub against the wall and feel the way my body lights up. Goosebumps bloom down my arms and I can’t stop shivering.

I moan.

What’s happening to me?

Why do I feel like this?

Can I feel like this forever?

Someone places a hand on my arm and leads me forward. I want to stay here and keep feeling the textures of the wall, but she won’t let me. Then it gets even better when she pulls me close and runs her fingers over my stomach.

My pussy clenches and I can feel how wet it’s getting. It’s never felt like this before. I’m a virgin. I’ve never even touched myself like that before. Everyone told me it was wrong.

But right now there’s nothing I want to do more than stroke my fingers over the tight folds of my virgin pussy until I cum my brains out.

I realize the woman who’s holding me is the same one who gave me the treatment. Some of the lusty cobwebs clear and I manage to snag onto a wisp of a thought. “Am I s’posed to feel like this?” I slur out. “Where’s the doctor?”

She giggles and glides her fingers even lower, teasing my belly button and lighting me on fire with lust. “You’re not ready for Master yet.”

“Master?” The lust clears a little more and I pull back from her. If she’s not touching me I can almost ignore the way my body aches to be touched. To be filled. But my cunt is dripping. I didn’t know it could feel this way.

“Whoops!” She giggles again as her fingers dip her fingers even lower, teasing the outside edges of my pussy. “Not supposed to talk about him yet.”

I want her to say more. The last bits of sense are starting to fade and I know if I let it go I’m not going to find my way back. But then her finger teases my entrance and I let out a slutty moan and open my legs even further.

Where are we?

Still in the hallway. Anyone could walk down the hall and see me right here, being an eager little slut for… for… I realize I don’t even know her name. All I know is she’s making me feel things I didn’t know a body could feel.

“The first one’s the hardest,” she whispers it in my ear after licking a stripe against my neck. It’s sinful. It’s wrong.

“Please!” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for at this point. The first what?

She laughs. This isn’t a giggle, it’s a husky moaning laugh that I can feel start in my pussy and pulse through my brain. It’s like they’re connected.

No. Not connected. Fighting.

My pussy is fighting my brain. It wants to take over. It wants me to be a cum hungry slut who can’t think of anything but sex.

“Please!” It’s a desperate moan this time.

Her fingers stroke and stroke. My cunt is so slippery, so swollen with want that there’s nothing I can do but beg and plead and hope that this wonderful, beautiful, slutty woman lets me cum. I don’t care about anything but the pleasure I’m feeling. I don’t care about anything except her.

I don’t even remember how I got here in the first place.

Who cares? A voice deep inside me says. I almost recognize her. A figment of desire and need I’d buried deep down. Someone I needed to hide if I was going to be a good girl.

The woman’s other hand curls around my front and pinches one of my nipples as her fingers plunge into my tight depths. I’m whimpering. I can’t take any more. But I need it. I need everything she will give me.

She squeezes even harder and white explodes behind my eyes. My body starts to ripple and quiver as a gasp tears out of me and I experience my first ever orgasm.

My breath comes out in panting gasps and the strength goes out of me as I slide to the floor in a gooey mess of unmitigated pleasure.