Abstract: The brainwashing only works on four out of five women. The others have to stay at the Bimbo Asylum. * A new patient's screams from a padded cell next door woke Abigail. She sat-up in her white lacy bra and panties, turned her long legs out of the bed, and let her toes touch the cold floor. It was chilly and the Asylum didn't splurge on heat. She...
It was a chilly winter day. The cold winds brushed against my plaid, skirted coat and ginger, shoulder-length hair. I stood, with my boot-clad feet, on the front steps of my little cottage before my large pet. She was on all fours and against the wall, wearing a red latex bodysuit with tall platform heels. The voluptuous woman, having dyed dark red hair that...
Everyone had composed themselves in the limousine, as Brad returned to his driver seat and manoeuvred the limousine skilfully in the direction of the Halloween ball. My little slave girl and myself began to re-apply our make-up and spraying some perfume on our breasts and neck. The guys were all on their mobile phones, speaking in hushed tones, obviously al...
"What's wrong?" I asked. I had just gotten home from work and my wife was acting very funny. "Nothing." She implored and giggled, leading me by the hand through our apartment down the hall towards the bedroom. She was so sexy. I'm not one of these guys who thinks his kinda hot wife is beautiful, my wife is the real deal, we were high school sweethearts and...
In her dreams, Valina was Kitten. And Kitten was being a very, very good girl. She was immersed in slick vines, lost in tentacles from a vine dryad she had known many years ago. The vines slid over her like tongues, lapping over her breasts. She hung suspended, arms and legs spread out, as a vine slid between her legs and slithered over her pussy. And she...
Lady Jezebel Renoux's lips puckered slightly as she regarded the girl in front of her. The brunette was pretty enough, in a kind of pixie-ish way. She had a nice round set of breasts on her that had probably had some work done on them prior to her being brought here. They were nice but Jezebel felt they were kind of out of place on the small-framed girl. She...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma; it can by found on TF Games. The game, despite its simplicity, is really absorbing and entertaining. It turns out, it can be inspiring as well. ------------------------------------------ My name is Nick and I decided to participate in a TV show called "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo?". It comb...
Chapter 18 "Changes upon Changes" Martin rolled over on his side hugging his pillow trying desperately to fall asleep. Though the curlers that Leanne had tightly wound in his hair for the night were very uncomfortable and trying to position his head to sleep in them was exhausting, it was the events of the day weighed heavily on his mind and kept him awake...
After Boss zipped up his freshly cleaned cock, glistening with my spit, he took me up to the 30th floor. My brain was still buzzing with my anal orgasm when he took my arm and basically forced me to walk out of the elevator. I stumbled on my heels beside him, reaching back to finger my cum-filled asscunt. I dug out some of Boss' load and licked it off my fin...
Nobody grows up with a dream to join the town watch. It wasn't a glorious thing, but it paid decently, and all Jess had to do was stand there and make sure nobody got up to trouble in the marketplace. Yawning, she shifted in place, casting a bored eye over the bustling square. It wasn't unpleasant at all, not really. The summer heat could get burdensome, an...