Bimbofication Stories: July 2015

It was supposed to be a game. Something fun and kinky to spice things up.

It turned out to be a lot more than that.

Dorothy knew about Kevin’s fantasies - all sorts of kinky stuff she wasn’t really sure about. Bondage, dominance and submission, the whole package. If she was honest about it, Dorothy found it all a little silly. But she wanted to give Kevin a thrill, so she agreed to something really basic he’d asked for.

Wearing a collar.

She figured he’d have her put it on, and they’d fuck. Something about seeing it would be exciting for him. She didn’t really get it, but hey - as weird fantasies went, that was pretty easy to handle.

But Kevin didn’t want to fuck. He just wanted her to wear it.

It felt odd, going through a normal day around the house wearing a collar. Dorothy was very conscious of it at all times. Part of that was the physical sense of it - the thick, rubbery texture of it, and the gentle but constant pressure on her throat. Whenever she spoke or swallowed, she could feel its grip on her.

She was also reminded of it by Kevin’s reaction. All day, any time he looked at her, his eyes flicked down to her neck. He’d look at her, glance at the collar, and then grin smugly, looking oh so very pleased with himself.

Eventually, around noon, Dorothy spoke up.

“So… you just want me to wear this? That’s it?”

Kevin looked surprised. “That’s what I asked you for, isn’t it? To wear the collar.”

“Well, yes. I guess I just figured there’d be… uh, more.”

“More what?”

Dorothy sighed a little. Was he really that thick, or was he just messing with her?

“I assumed this was a sexual thing, so we’d, you know. Have sex.”

Kevin raised his eyebrows a bit. His smile grew. “Do you want to have sex?”

“No, I just meant-”

“If you want to have sex, Dorothy, you have to ask for it.”

Something about Kevin’s tone made Dorothy’s stomach flip. She was suddenly nervous and unsure. She was instantly very aware of the collar on her neck. The pressure of its gentle squeeze seemed to send shivers up and down her body.

She realized, somewhat slowly, that she was turned on.

“Can we… can we have sex?”

This was unlike her - this wave of timidity, this growing cloud of confusion and lust and nervousness inside her. She could feel herself blush.

“Nah,” Kevin said, turning away. “Maybe later.”

Maybe later?

Maybe later? What the fuck was that? She wore this dumb fucking collar for him, and now, when she’s feeling in the mood, he just blows her off? Who did he think he was? He…

As quickly as it came, Dorothy’s anger was extinguished. It was like a fire being snuffed out. Suddenly, all she felt was small and vulnerable and needy. Why wouldn’t Kevin fuck her? Couldn’t he tell she needed it?

She followed Kevin into the other room, her hands softly trembling.

“K-Kevin?” she said, her voice weak and soft. “Why not?”

Kevin turned and looked her in the eye, and she felt her knees nearly buckle. With every passing second, Dorothy felt weaker and smaller. Meanwhile, Kevin seemed more and more powerful and imposing.

“Maybe I’m just not convinced yet that you really want it,” he said. His voice was calm and strong, and it stoked a soft, excited glow in Dorothy’s belly. “Ask me nicely.”

The words came easily to Dorothy. It felt like reading a script, or singing along to a song. She knew exactly what came next, somehow.

“Please, Sir,” she said, in a quiet voice that dripped with need, “would you like to fuck me?”

The collar around her neck didn’t feel strange anymore. It felt natural. Perfect. Like all her life, her neck had been exposed and waiting to wear that collar. And now, finally, everything was right.

“No,” Kevin said, “Still not convinced.” Dorothy’s heart dropped. Couldn’t he see how much she needed it? She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up a hand. “Beg,” he said, simply.

Dorothy dropped to her knees. It was easy. It was instinct. She just had to get out of the way and let it happen.

“Please, Master. I need you to fuck me so badly. I’ll do anything for it. Anything you want. Anything.”

It wasn’t like speaking. Not exactly. Words just flowed through her. Dorothy felt like a screen on which her words were projected. She was passive, blank. Her actions happened through her.

“Do you know what’s happening to you?”

“No Master,” she replied. She had no idea, in fact. She knew she was acting strangely. She knew that was an understatement. It just didn’t really matter. She wasn’t in control. She was nothing but need.

The collar seemed to throb around her neck. She liked it.

“The collar is changing you,” Kevin said, matter of fact. “The nanobots start working as soon as you put it on, but they take a while to really get going. By now they’re pretty thoroughly wrapped around your brain. That’s why you can’t move or think on your own.”

It was true - she couldn’t. She didn’t really try. Moving and speaking and thinking no longer seemed like things that made sense to do independently. When they needed to happen, they will.

Kevin reached down and clipped a leash to her collar. She shivered, gazing up at him in worship. She hoped he’d fuck her soon. She felt so empty without him inside her.

“In just a bit,” he said, “you’ll be totally transformed. You’ll never have another thought of your own. You’ll be nothing but a mindless fuckdoll. Thank me.”

“Thank you for turning me into your fuckdoll, Master,” she said obediently. The words weren’t hers. They came from somewhere else, somewhere alien inside her. The rush of gratitude she felt, though, was real and honest. She wanted badly to be fucked. Now, that’s all she’d do. How perfect.

“Now, strip. I want to fuck you while you forget your own name.”

She stood up, obediently, and began to peel off her clothes. She’d already forgotten her name, minutes ago. She decided not to tell Master that, however.