The Bimbo Cure Angie Chapter Seven

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.