She didn’t understand why no one had fucked her yet.
She had been standing like this in the park for hours.
Bent over, displaying herself. By the wet spot on her mini-shorts, it was obvious to anyone walking by that she was ready.
Hell, she was so wet at this point that she could feel her juices running down her legs.
She just needed someone, anyone at this point, to just grab her, rip off her shorts and just fuck her silly, right there.
Master had told her to go to the park and find someone to fuck her. This was her best idea for how to make that happen.Then it hit her.
i’m, like, so silly! i’m wearing WAY too much clothes! Maybe if i’m naked, then someone will fuck me!
I can’t really say what it is. Is it the weather? Is it a full moon? Something weird is going on and I have no idea what it is.
It all started this morning when I tried to put on a shirt. It was like my hands were moving on their own! I had my left arm halfway through the sleeve when I realized how ridiculous it was to wear a shirt! On a day like this no less! I already had a bra on, why did I need another top?
Then, when I went to put on my miniskirt, all I could find were jeans and slacks! It was as if all of my cute things went missing over night! I even contemplated leaving the house in just my thong, but you have to leave something to the imagination. You can’t just give it all away. So I took a pair of shears to one of those awful pairs of jeans. I had to cut it really short though; I don’t want anyone to think I’m a nun!
And if I wasn’t running late enough already, I couldn’t find any of my cute shoes! All that I had at my doorway were some boring black two inch heels. I have no idea where those came from! There’s no way they can be comfortable. It took me ten minutes of digging through my closet to just find something higher than four inches.
Now, here I am, walking past the construction yard and I am bombarded by catcalls. I know I should be flattered and I should be flaunting my stuff even harder for them, but instead I flip them off! I have no idea what’s come over me! It’s just like an automatic reaction, like I’ve done it hundreds of times before, but why would I ever do such a thing? They’re just being nice, and here I am acting like a frigid bitch!
I should really make it up to them, but I have no idea how! It’s been so long since I’ve fucked someone that my head is getting foggy, and I’m not even going to get into how weird this day’s been. Maybe the construction workers can help me out…
Then I can kill two birds with one stone! Fucking them will make up for being a bitch, won’t it?
I’m so smart.
Damn, this is a really nice story. Splash is really impressing me.
In retrospect, the degree had been a mistake. An awful lot of time and energy wasted on something she could now barely even remember. Occasional flashes of it would pop up unbidden in her brain, usually at inopportune times of excitement or agitation. These little chunks of useless and context-less knowledge only served to confuse her, even though they quickly disappeared.
No, the degree was a waste. A mostly-forgotten relic of a life from an awful long time ago, and which sometimes seemed to have belonged to someone else entirely. Those momentary fragments did always leave her wondering how differently things might have turned out, had she not made some particular choices.
Not that wondering would get her very far. There was no going back from this, what she had chosen. ‘Irreversible’ was the word that came up a lot when she had initially - idly, hopefully - discussed the possibility with her owner. He’d told her that even if he’d wanted to help her changed back (and he’d said he wasn’t super-keen on the idea) he couldn’t have anyway. It was a one way process. She trusted her owner, so she believed him. As far as she was now concerned, he couldn’t lie anyway, so that was that.
It wasn’t so bad anyway, she supposed, what she was turning into. It was getting easier every day just to give into that voice inside her head. It was getting louder now too, which made it even easier just to do what it told her. The physical changes had scared her at first, but now the voice told her it was normal and natural and she was starting to believe it. It was natural what was happening to her. Owner said so, too.
She just felt a little sad to have spent so long working on something she would never need again. She felt a bit silly about it really. A degree meant that, at one point, she would have spent an awful lot of time thinking and working, and that just didn’t sit right with her now. That wasn’t what she was for, and imagining herself doing it made her uncomfortable. Owner helped her feel more in her places when she came to him with these feelings, though, which was nice.
Eventually, she was told, she’d remember nothing nasty at all. In fact, the voice in her head would take care of everything, and her brain could just switch off forever. She was sort of looking forward to that, even if she was just the tiniest bit scared. She wondered what it was going to feel like.
All in all, life was going in a much better direction now. She thought. Or she was told she thought so, which was basically the same thing now.
Anna had always had a bit of a fetish for bimbos. It was something that she had kept mostly hidden from the world.
At first, it was confined solely to reading some bimbo stories on websites and participating in the the odd roleplaying session online. No one in her real-life knew that Anna had these desires, and for the most part Anna was content to keep it that way.
Eventually she and her hubby had played around with some edging, and Anna had gotten up the courage to go blonde after several months of introspective debate. They’d tried messing around with some hypnosis, mostly just to keep things fresh in the bedroom. The sort of harmless activities she figured lot’s of couples engaged in.
Nevertheless, to everyone else in her life, she remained Anna, the reserved, intelligent, capable systems analyst. Reliable, and mostly uninteresting.
And yet, sometimes Anna wondered whether her dalliances with the bimbo fetish were seeping into the fabric of her everyday life. There was the off-hand remark of an old woman in the checkout line that Anna should have some self-respect. Anna was so baffled that she couldn’t even come up with a response on the spot. In the end, she’d just laughed it off. That old women probably said the same thing to everyone, Anna figured.
There was that angry phone call from a client at work arguing that there were math errors in her latest report. Yet when she went back to check the numbers, everything came out fine. It was like the client didn’t understand that $600,000 divided by 4 was $200,000. She had chalked it up to one strange client at the time, and the file had been transferred to another department the next day.
She was even more confused by her latest performance review at work: “Ms. Rose has appeared unprepared for meetings on numerous occasions” and “Ms. Rose has repeatedly failed to dress appropriately for work”. What the hell was that supposed to mean? She was, if anything, over-prepared for each and every meeting. Sure, she’d tripped over her words a few times recently, but that happens to everyone. She’d even wiggled her ass a few times in front of the boys to make up for it!
Anna posed in front of the mirror and took a quick selfie. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what could possibly be inappropriate about her dress. It was cute and fit her well. It was totally attractive. It even matched her shoes! It wasn’t like she had changed her style of dress or anything.
She contemplated this further. No, no, she decided. This has nothing to do with her bimbo fetish. There are crazy people out there, after all. And perhaps there’s a unruly person in HR causing problems with the reviews.
Though, in the end, she figured she should probably discuss this with Master once he got home.