Free Bimbo + mind control stories

The clothes had ... done something. Maybe the bimbo had some aphrodisiac laced in them, or spilled a bottle of Spanish fly all over them, or something...

She licked her thick, puffy lips several times, making sure her mouth looked like the hot little bimbo cockslut it so clearly was...

Just before she came again, again, all her tiny little mind could imagine was the thought of her hubby-to-be forcefully fucking another hot girl...

Still, if she did in fact know what had been going on she could simply blackmail me. I gave in and granted her wish, though a plan was already forming in the back of my mind...

I let them think they had control for a while before suddenly flipping on the switch that activated the plugs they wore...

She had turned into a dumb bimbo just like her predecessors and much like them, she would soon fall in line and obey her master...

I began to lead Sam to my bedroom, passing in front of the couch on which Cindy and Kate were making out on. The whores had impulses they couldn`t control...

The mind numbing effect of the paper stacks was still clouding my mind, and trying to relax in my usual ways - old western movies and whiskey...

Throughout the following month I began working on Cindy`s body to turn her into the bimbo she so desperately wanted to be... My mind began to wander, already giving in to boredom, when a knock at my door brought me back to reality...

Rosie`s fingers were buried deep in her cunt, not caring who saw. Overhead, the spiral twisted and turned, filling her mind. Her engorged tits were incredibly sensitive-empty of a drink, her hand had wandered to her strawberry-sized nipples...

This only spurred me on harder. I began to increase my rhythm yet again. I began to lose my mind a little. I just wanted to pump my cock into her as fast as I could...

And this time, while holding me with utter and perfect control, she leaned in with her face and licked yet again across my lips, hissing as she did so...

Vixens always lose their self-control first. They aren`t programmed with much self-discipline for a reason...

And yet...and yet...somewhere deep in my mind. In some dark far corner, I could hear a voice trying to warn me...

Some small deep part of my mind tried to think this through. Why was I doing this? How had I gotten here? How had I gotten this deep into the game?...