The Bimbo Cure Angie Chapter Five

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.