“Well, girls,” The older woman’s voice was warm and comforting and if there was just a little edge to it, Lauren didn’t notice it at all. “How has your project been going?”

“Um, like, good?” Lauren replied. She wasn’t sure that she’d been doing much work on her project. Or maybe she had. She had been getting heaps of practice at being a bimbo. But she hadn’t been writing much. Or reading. She was so turned on all the time. Like she was now. The professor was hot.

That’s like, wrong to think that. Isn’t it? Lauren wasn’t sure. Her head hurt. Thinking was hard. She didn’t want to think about it. She certainly didn’t think about what she’d just done with her phone. Didn’t even realise she’d done anything with it.

The professor’s smile widened, just a fraction. “And you, Kaitlyn,” the older woman asked, turning to Lauren’s friend. “How have you been progressing?”

“Very good, ma’am,” the brunette replied. Kaitlyn was sitting primly in her seat, her hands clasped in her lap and her eyes downcast. Professor Mackenzie had had to order Kaitlyn to take her seat, the girl starting to clean as soon as she’d entered the room.

Kaitlyn hadn’t objected to the order at all.

Professor Mackenzie nodded at the brunette’s response. “And what have you learnt?”

“Girls are hot!” Lauren blurted. “Like, super yummy hot.” She stopped herself. She wasn’t sure that she should have said that. She smiled and giggled and twirled her hair.

“An interesting observation, Lauren,” the older woman observed. Professor Mackenzie was hot too, the blonde flushing with arousal. She hadn’t even pulled her phone out. Not that she realised that. “It must have made it easier for you to focus on women.”

“Oh, like, totally,” Lauren beamed. “I’ve been fo- fah-, um, looking at girls lots!”

“So how would you describe your sexuality?”

Lauren frowned at the older woman, trying to tease out the meaning of that last word. She was sure that she should know what it meant. She’d heard the word before, hadn’t she? She was sure that she had. But she couldn’t remember what it meant. Her frown disappeared as she smiled and giggled and twirled her hair.

The professor smiled as well. And if there was something smug and condescending about that smile, Lauren didn’t notice at all. “Ah, of course. Would you say that you’re into girls?”

Lauren could understand that. “Oh, defs.  I’m, like, totally into girls. Girls are hot.”

“And you’ve learnt that being a bimbo for women?”

Lauren frowned back. Or maybe pouted. “Um, like, I’m not realllllly a bimbo. I’m just, you know, prete-“ Um, there was a word. Lauren couldn’t think what it was. “Uh, you know… I’m not a bimbo.”

“Hmm,” the professor mused. “Really? But how do you feel, pretending to be a bimbo for women?”

Oh! That was the word! God, it was sooooo long.  “Um, yeah, like, pretending.” Lauren smiled and sat up straight. She’d actually said the word. And it was so long. She felt so proud of herself. “It’s fun. Like, the best!”

“Just fun?” the professor prompted her. “Nothing else?”

“Wellll,” Lauren grinned happily. “It is, like, really great! I mean, like I’m hot. And they’re hot. At least, the hot ones are hot, you know? Total hotties. There was this girl the other day. So adorbs. Her skirt was just to die for, right? Totes everything. Do you think I could buy a skirt like that?”

“Lauren,” the older woman chided gently. “Does acting like a bimbo turn you on?”

“Oh, for sure. Like, totally.”

“You’re acting like a bimbo now. Are you turned on now?”

“Um, yeah?” Lauren squirmed in her seat. It was a bit, like, you know embarrassing. Oh! That was another long word. “But, you know. I don’t want to talk, you know, about that.”

“Understandable,” the professor commented, half to herself. She turned to Kaitlyn, leaving Lauren puzzling over her last word. “And you Kaitlyn, have you sensed any attraction to women in yourself?”

“Yes,” Kaitlyn acknowledged. “But I’m not sure that’s really reflecting any change in what I want. I think it’s just that, um, being a maid sexually arouses me, so I think I’m just, um, confused?”

“Oh!” Lauren cried. “You mean, it’s like okay?”

Both Kaitlyn and the professor turned to her in confusion.

“Not what you said,” Lauren hurried on, glancing at her friend. “Like, you did say something. Sorry. I didn’t, you know, catch it? What the prof said. Under-something. She meant it was okay that I didn’t, like, you, know, want to talk about it. God, you look so hot in that outfit.”

Professor Mackenzie couldn’t stop herself smirking as Lauren pulled out her phone and activated a certain app, the flush in the blonde’s cheeks growing brighter.

“That’s right, Lauren,” the professor reassured her. “But I was talking to Kaitlyn. So it would be best if you kept quiet for now.”

“I can totally do that!” the blonde beamed, before pressing her lips shut at a reproving look from the older woman.

“Now, Kaitlyn. So being a maid arouses you sexually, you’ve been having sexual thoughts around women because of that, but you’re not certain of your sexuality.”

“Well, um.” Kaitlyn wasn’t sure how to reply. Should she be a student, talking about her project with her professor? A maid talking to her mistress? God, she wanted to be a maid. It was so much easier. Jus be told what to do. She glanced at the older woman, hoping for some clue. A bolt of arousal shot through her. Why?. Professor Mackenzie was attractive, but that didn’t mean she should…

Kaitlyn didn’t realise that she was putting her phone away.

“I’m not gay,” the brunette muttered.

“Are you sure?” the professor smirked. “Do you have something against queers? Your friend has just told us that she is. Is that a problem for you?”

“No,” Kaitlyn whispered. “Ma’am.” Maybe it was easier acting like a maid.

“And are you sure that you’re not gay?”

“Oh!” Lauren piped up. “If I find girls hot does that mean I’m gay?”

“Yes Lauren,” the professor laughed softly. “If you want to get busy with hot girls and don’t care about boys, then you are gay.”

“Then I’m defs gay!” the blonde declared proudly. “Like totally. Boys are awful. And hot girls are sooooo hot! There was this other girl. Her top was just to die for! And her boobies. Who doesn’t like boobies?”

“So Kaitlyn?” the professor asked, after quieting the blonde again with a wave.

“I don’t, know,” Kaitlyn muttered. “I don’t think so. Ma’am.”

“Really?” The professor’s smile was knowing and not as comforting as Kaitlyn would have liked.

“Are you certain?”

Kaitlyn didn’t know how to answer that. She wanted to say that she was. That she wasn’t gay. But she’d been looking at girls. More than looking. And the way she’d felt.

“Look at the screen, girls.”

Neither girl even thought about it, their eyes snapping to the professor’s screen. Eyes which went wide as they took in the lines. The expression dropped from their faces, those eyes glazing over as the lines formed a spiral.

The words Professor Mackenzie spoke were so familiar to them now. Word like ‘relax’ and ‘sink’ and ‘deeper’ and ‘hypnotized’. The older woman barely had to say them. The girls’ minds were so primed that they almost expected them. Were so ready.

There was barely anything in their heads by the time she said ‘”Let your thoughts slip away.”

Their minds were so empty.

Natalie rose from her chair, a smile on her lips as she took in the sight before her. Two beautiful girls, simply sitting there, glassy eyed, their chests gently rising and falling in time with their breathing, their gaze fixed on the screen.

“I quite understand, Lauren,” she muttered, taking in the offered sight, the neckline of the blonde’s dress sweeping so low, Kaitlyn’s so tight. “Who doesn’t like boobies?”

“I don’t know,” two voices answered in unison, flat and empty

Natalie shook her head. “So close. But not quite there yet. Still, if everything was certain it wouldn’t be an experiment, now would it?”

“No,” both girls responded. “It wouldn’t.”

Natalie laughed this time, the replies coming automatically. “You don’t even know what you’re saying. Kaitlyn, ignore my questions until I tell you not to. They’re for Lauren. Lauren, do you want to be a bimbo?”

“Yes,” the blonde replied, her eyes so wide and fixed on the screen. “I want to be a bimbo.”

Natalie nodded, sliding around the edge of her desk, her fingers brushing the smooth skin of the blonde’s shoulder. “Does being a bimbo turn you on?”

Lauren gave no sign that she registered the touch. “Yes, being a bimbo turns me on.”

“Yes, it does, doesn’t, it?” Natalie snickered, noting the flush in the girl’s cheeks, imagining the toy, still nestled in the girl’s depth.

“Yes,” Lauren replied flatly. “It does.”

“You’re so good at answering question,” Natalie snickered again, patting the top of the girl’s head. “So try this one. If it’s so much fun being a bimbo, and you want to be one, why did you insist that you’re just pretending.”

“Bimbos are stupid.” Lauren’s tone was still so empty. Devoid of life and feeling. “I want a degree. I want a career. It’s what I’m supposed to do.”

“Ah. Societal expectations.” Natalie tapped her lip with one finger, considering. “We’ll see about that. Lauren, ignore my questions for now. Kaitlyn, these questions are for you. Does looking at a pretty girl turn you on?”

“Yes,” the brunette replied. “The sight of a pretty girl turns me on.”

“Tell me again,” Natalie ordered. “But like a maid should.”

“Yes ma’am,” Kaitlyn repeated. “The sight of a pretty girl turns me on.”

“Much better,” Natalie smiled. The girl had no resistance to that. “Keep answering like that. Do you think about what you could do with pretty girls? About kissing them? How your body would feel, pressed to theirs?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the brunette responded, her voice just as flat as Natalie’s had been. “I think about what I could so with pretty girls. I think about kissing them. I think about how my body would feel pressed to theirs.”

“Do you think about slipping your fingers between their legs? Do you think about having them inside you?” Natalie was certainly thinking about it. About how the girl would look naked, limbs entwined with another girl. About how it would feel to have her fingers deep in Kaitlyn. Of having the brunette’s tongue worshipping her centre.

“Yes, ma’am,” the brunette repeated. “I think about slipping my fingers between their legs. I think about having them inside me.”

“It would feel so good, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes ma’am.” Natalie couldn’t get enough of the girl saying that. “It would feel so good.”

Natalie crouched down behind Kaitlyn, her hands lying gently on the girl’s shoulders. She nuzzled the brunette’s ear, a sharp, clean scent from the girl’s hair filling her nostrils. “So why do you say you’re not gay?” she whispered.

“It’s so soon, ma’am,” the girl responded. “So quick. I like boys. I thought. I don’t understand.”

The older woman stood up. “It’s alright,” she crooned, this time patting Kaitlyn’s head. “Just watch the screen and stop worrying.

“So, Lauren, you’re gay but not sure that you’re a bimbo. And Kaitlyn, you like being a maid but aren’t sure that you’re gay. Interesting experimental results if nothing else. But we want completion. I think we’re almost there. It just needs some, hmm, practical work. Girls, hike up your skirts and pull your panties to the side, legs apart.”

As one, the pair responded, two pairs of hips lifted, skirts pulled around waists. Skimpy underwear thrust aside, legs lewdly parted, their hairless crotches revealed, the intruders buried in their centres so visible. All the time, their eyes remained fixed on the screen.

Natalie spent a moment admiring the sight before reaching between Lauren’s legs and then Kaitlyn’s. “Our little friends have done their job,” she commented, pulling the vibrators free. It was so easy, the girls so wet. “At least as much as they can. You’ll forget them. You’ll delete the apps as soon as you leave my office.”

After placing the vibrators out of sight in a drawer of her desk Natalie returned the other side of the desk, kneeling between the two girls. She placed a hand on each denuded pussy, gently stroking. The girls were so vulnerable, their legs still spread.

“Lauren,” she began, her fingers sliding slowly along the girl’s opening, finding the girl’s clit, pressing down on it. “Here’s some words for you to say. Words that you’ll believe. I don’t want a degree. I don’t want a career. I’m a bimbo. A silly, empty-headed bimbo.”

“I don’t want a degree. I don’t want a career. I’m a bimbo. A silly, empty-headed bimbo.”

Natalie’s fingers slid back and forth, the tips slipping teasingly just inside. “Doesn’t it feel so good?” she whispered in the blonde’s ear. “So right? You keep saying those words until I tell you to stop.

“I don’t want a degree,” the girl repeated, staring straight ahead as Natalie stoked her centre. “I don’t want a career. I’m a bimbo. A silly, empty-headed bimbo.”

“Now Kaitlyn,” Natalie smiled, turning to the brunette, her hand still playing at Lauren’s opening. “Something for you to say. For you to believe. I’m gay. Girls turn me on. I want sex with girls. I only want sex with girls. I’m a lesbian.”

“I’m gay. Girls turn me on. I want sex with girls. I only want sex with girls. I’m a lesbian.” Kaitlyn’s voice was so empty.

Natalie stayed there, between the two girls, as they repeated the words over and over, never letting up in her ministrations, her fingers working away. Teasing. Stroking. Dipping inside.

“You believe those words.”

“They are true.”

“Always true.”

Natalie could feel the tension in the girls, the need to cum, as they repeated their words. Lauren was more of a problem, her orgasms not suppressed like Kaitlyn’s were. Natalie withdrew her fingers from the blonde, the girl nearing too close to the edge. She wanted both girls aroused, needy, the pleasure etching the words into their minds. Natalie waited for a moment, then returned to her attentions to Lauren. Keeping up the stroking as the girl’s repeated their words. Every time the blonde got too close, she stopped, Lauren squirming in her seat in need despite her hypnosis.

Natalie didn’t need to stop with Kaitlyn, the lock on the girl’s orgasms tightly in place.

Both girls were so wet, their breathing ragged. It didn’t stop their repetitions.

“I don’t want a degree. I don’t want a career. I’m a bimbo. A silly, empty-headed bimbo.”

“I’m gay. Girls turn me on. I want sex with girls. I only want sex with girls. I’m a lesbian.”

“There,” Natalie declared at last, rising elegantly to her feet and wiping her fingers on a tissue. “That should be enough. You can stop now.”

Both girls fell silent.

“Fix your clothes up. And put your legs together.” Tempting as the sight was, there was something so satisfying about seeing those thighs pressed together, knowing they’d open again at just a word from her.

“Wake up,” Natalie ordered as she sat down and turned her screen back around. She didn’t even need to tell them to forget being hypnotised. They were so well trained they’d do that automatically. “Kaitlyn, perhaps you’d like to clean while I talk to Lauren.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The brunette shot out of her seat. Then stopped herself, assuming a deferential pose. “Yes, ma’am,” she repeated. Softer. Weaker. Like a good little servant.

“Lauren,” the professor continued as Kaitlyn eagerly resumed her work. “It’s fun being a bimbo, isn’t it?”

“Oh, for sure,” the girl replied brightly.

“And you’re doing it for women, yes?”

“Oh, totes! Like, it’s the project right? Doing, um, bimbo-y things for, like women.”

“Exactly,” the older woman smiled thinly. “So why don’t you come over here?”

“Uh, yeah?” Lauren replied vacantly before heading around the desk, such a picture in her heels.

“Tell me about your dress.”

“Oh, God,” the blonde exclaimed, her knees bending slightly in her excitement. “It’s totes to die for! It’s so short and, like, my legs look so amazing. They look so long in it, right? And it’s so tight. Like, totally shows my body off. It’s so me! And the colour is so good! OMG, I just love it. God, have you ever seen a shade of pink like this? And my shoes! I love the toes, right? I mean, just look at them. They’re so now. And the heels are just to die for. The whole outfit is just everything, am I right?”

“Yes,” Natalie smiled thinly. “Yes, you’re just right. Now sit on my lap.”

“Uh,” the blonde hesitated. “That’s not, like, right?” Her outfit was so, so great. And she’d sounded just like a bimbo should, hadn’t she? It had been so easy, the words falling eagerly from her lips. Lips that were just as pink as her dress. She hadn’t had to think. It had felt so good for her head not hurt. Almost like it was wrapped in some warm pink fog.

Talking about her outfit was one thing. Sitting on the professor’s lap was totally something else. The professor was, well, her professor. She shouldn’t do things like that with her. Should she? But the professor was a woman. And she was supposed to be doing things for women. And the professor was totes hot.

A sharp pain had Lauren screwing her eyes shut. She wanted the pain to stop.

“Don’t you want to?” Natalie whispered, running her hand slowly up Lauren’s side, what was left of Lauren’s hesitation shredding. Her thoughts dissolved, the pain ebbing with them. It was so much easier not to think. “Aren’t I attractive? Don’t you want to do what a sexy bimbo would do?”

“Uh, yeah,” Lauren breathed, the sensation of the other woman’s touch lighting up her body. There was no pain. “Do you like my dress?” Just happy bimbo thoughts.

“I do,” the older woman smiled, her hand sliding over Lauren’s hip. That felt so good. Not like before, when her head hurt. She didn’t want her head to hurt. Maybe it was easier like this.

“Let me take a closer look,” Natalie grinned, yanking Lauren into her lap. “You want this. You need this. This is what a good little bimbo would do.”

Natalie hands were everywhere, On Lauren’s hips. On her neck. Pulling Lauren into her kiss. 

“A sexy, beautiful bimbo. For a woman. For me. Doesn’t it feel so good?”

Lauren couldn’t stop herself. Didn’t want to. For a moment she tried thinking about why she would want to. But it hurt too much. It was so much easier just to let the professor do what she wanted. There was some reason why the older woman shouldn’t be cupping her tit through the tight dress. Natalie’s hand on her felt so good, hot, delicious need shooting through the blonde’s body. This was what happened to bimbos, right? They got felt up. Loved it. Giggled when it happened.

They didn’t think about it.

“Let’s give Kaitlyn a show,” the professor murmured, one hand sliding up Lauren’s leg, the other still on her tits. “Show her what women can do for each other. Let her see what a bimbo can do.”

That was right. She was doing this for women.

God, it felt so good.

Natalie’s lips were on hers again, one hand buried deep in Lauren’s hair, pulling her in.

“You’re just a bimbo,” Natalie whispered. “My bimbo.”

It was all too much, her body on fire. It felt so good to just let it happen. Not think about it. Never think about it.

“Doesn’t this feel good?” the professor’s fingers were so far up her thigh, grazing the edge of her panties. “Don’t you want this?”

Lauren did. She was hot and wet and needy and God, she wanted those fingers to roam just a little bit higher.

“Bimbos get to feel this good,” Natalie murmured, nuzzling Lauren’s ear. “You look just like a bimbo. You look so good in that dress. I love your hair. You act like a bimbo. You sound like one.”

Hearing the older woman say that set off something warm and fuzzy in Lauren. Everything was fitting into place. She looked good. She felt good. What else mattered? Natalie… She was a woman. An attractive woman. Telling Lauren that she looked so good as bimbo. The ideas beat at the young woman, shattering what few thoughts she still had.

“Doesn’t this feel so good? Just letting yourself be a bimbo? Just clothes and makeup and looking pretty?”

“You think I’m pretty?” Lauren muttered.

“I think you’re pretty,” the professor replied, her hands roaming over Lauren’s body. “I think your beautiful. A beautiful little bimbo.”

The professor thought she was beautiful. A beautiful bimbo. That was what Lauren wanted.

Wasn’t it?

She was sure that it was, but she couldn’t remember why. It was so hard to think. The woman’s hands were everywhere and Lauren was making little sounds, giggles and coos and moans and it felt so good as those fingers rose just a little higher and played over Lauren’s thighs.

It was so easy just to be a bimbo.

She wanted this, needed it. Didn’t want anything else. Didn’t need to think about it. Didn’t need to think about anything.

“She’s watching us,” the woman whispered. The woman whose hands were all over Lauren, making her body light up. “I can tell.”

“Um, who?” Lauren managed. God, this felt so good, the woman’s hands so far up under her short skirt. God, could she just go higher. Could she just go higher? Lauren didn’t know why, but she felt so empty. Like something was missing. She wanted those fingers inside her.

“Kaitlyn,” the woman said.

“Oh, uh, right. Oh God!” The woman’s hand had tightened over Lauren’s right tit, Lauren’s toes curling. “Should we? Uh, with her, like, here? Uh, prof…” The woman was prof-something. Lauren couldn’t think what.

“Call me Natalie,” the woman smiled.

“Natalie!” Lauren cried as the woman’s fingers slid over her panties, teasing at her clit. The woman was Natalie. Who had told her that she was a beautiful bimbo. Who was feeling her up. That was so much easier than thinking. Natalie, who could tell her when she to have sex. Were they having sex now? They were getting hot and heavy and Lauren loved that.

It wasn’t worth thinking about. It felt so good.

“Let’s give her a bit more,” Natalie whispered, her fingers slipping inside the blonde’s panties.

Slipping inside Lauren.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” Lauren cried out, Natalie’s fingers finding just the right spot, her hips grinding as she sat in the woman’s lap.

“What a good little bimbo,” Natalie whispered. “Cum like a pretty little bimbo should.”

Lauren didn’t even think about the words. It just felt too good.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Lauren cried, her crest sweeping over her.

“Now put yourself back together,” Natalie instructed, gently sliding Lauren off her lap. “Like a good little bimbo.”

“Oh, right,” Lauren beamed, still basking in the afterglow. She reached for her purse. With her mirror and her makeup. She needed to look pretty. She needed to look perfect.

For Natalie.

The older woman ignored the blonde, advancing on Kaitlyn. “Did you like that, Kaitlyn?”

“Um, sorry, ma’am?” the girl replied hesitantly, edging away.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Natalie laughed. “I saw you watching us. You liked what you saw, didn’t? You liked watching me make your friend cum.”

“No, ma’am, I”. Kaitlyn’s back was up against the wall. She didn’t know how she’d got there. The woman, the woman she was cleaning for, her, her mistress was so close.

“Oh, it’s alright to admit it,” Natalie laughed, her fingers walking up Kaitlyn’s torso to rest between her breasts. “How much you wanted it. What did you want to be? A pretty girl getting to cum with a woman’s fingers inside her? Or did you want to be the one inside that gorgeous little piece? Or maybe you just like watching? It must be so frustrating.” Natalie’s lips were so close to hers, the older woman’s hands roaming over her body, caressing, teasing. “So worked up, but not getting to cum unless I tell you that you can.”

What? How did the professor know? It had just been a game Kaitlyn was playing with herself. A hot, delicious, game. Telling herself that she couldn’t cum unless the professor let her. But somehow the woman knew.

And maybe that was even hotter. This woman knew, knew that she controlled Kaitlyn’s orgasms. That this woman, who she cleaned for, who told her what to do, could tell her when to cum. Might tell her to cum now.

Might never tell her to cum.

Kaitlyn was melting.

“If you ask very nicely,” Natalie whispered, her hands keeping up those gentle teasing attentions. “I could tell Lauren to come over here. She would, you know. I could tell her to kiss you. Or let you kiss her. Tell her to do more than that. Would you like that, Kaitlyn? Have a pretty girl make out with you?”

Kaitlyn muttered something in reply. She wasn’t sure what.

“What was that?” Natalie smiled, tapping Kaitlyn on the nose. “My pretty little maid.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the brunette managed.

“Yes, what?” the older woman smiled innocently.

“I, I’d like to make out with a pretty girl,” Kaitlyn replied, her eyes downcast. Maybe Lauren. Maybe even the professor herself. Kaitlyn still wasn’t sure that she was gay, but it would be so hot.

Like the professor’s hands on her were.

“Well, maybe I’ll let you,” Natalie declared gleefully. “And maybe I won’t. My decision.”

God, that was so hot. Kaitlyn’s knees were giving out. Having this woman decide when she could kiss someone. Decide who she could do more with. Kaitlyn was sure that she would have cum on the spot.

She didn’t. Natalie hadn’t told her that she could.

“Doesn’t this feel good?” Natalie’s, Mistress’s hand was playing at the edge of her breast, just brushing it. Kaitlyn’s whole body was rigid. “Don’t you want this? Want to know what a woman can do?”

A pleading moan escaped Kaitlyn’s lips. She wanted to say yes, wanted to press her body against that hand. But a good maid would just stay still.

She was a good maid.

“Maybe I’ll kiss you,” Natalie whispered, her finger sliding gently along Kaitlyn’s lower lip. “Would you like that? Would you like a woman to kiss you?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Kaitlyn managed, her body taut as a drawn bowstring.

“But a kiss doesn’t mean much does it?” the older woman murmured, her lips brushing against Kaitlyn’s the young brunette not daring to move. “Would you like me to do more?”

One of Natalie’s hands had slipped to Kaitlyn’s leg, was teasing at the edge of her short skirt.

“A good little maid does what she’s told. But what does she want?”

Kaitlyn could feel her Mistress’s warm breath on her ear, cried out as her Mistress’s tongue flicked out to graze her earlobe.

“Does she want this?” The older woman’s other hand was caressing Kaitlyn’s breast, her other hand still teasing at her thigh as her tongue traced the curve of Kaitlyn’s ear.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Of course Kaitlyn wanted it. Her body was alive, her breath coming in short gasps/ She wanted this so much.

“You want me to kiss you? You want me to touch you? Feel you up?” Natalie’s voice was low and teasing and Kaitlyn was drowning in it. “What a naughty little maid you are.”

“S-sorry ma’am,” Kaityn only just managed the words, need coursing through as Natalie’s hand tightened around her breast.

“Oh, that’s alright,” Natalie whispered, kisses laid on Kaitlyn’s cheek. “A maid can be just a little naughty. When she’s told to. But do you like this?”

“Y-yes.” Kaitlyn couldn’t help herself. There was a fire beating at her centre.

“But it’s a woman doing this to you,” Natalie pointed out, gently mocking. “ A woman with her hand up under your skirt. A woman with her hand around your tit. What sort of girl wants that?”

“A, a, l-lesbian?” Kaitlyn stuttered nervously.

“Oh what a clever little maid you are,” Natalie smiled, her fingers finding Kaitlyn’s clit, her lips kissing the tip of the younger girl’s nose before claiming Kaitlyn’s lips. The brunette’s eyes shot wide. This was her mistress, a woman kissing her. But it felt so right. And those fingers were still at her clit, at her lower lips and she was just about to…

She mustn’t cum.

Even though those fingers were working so hard at her and she was gasping and all she was was need and. She was melting around those fingers. She was so close, her vision fading as world centred on those fingers pumping in and out of her. She was about to…

She mustn’t cum.

“Don’t you just want to be my little lesbian maid?”

That was wrong, so wrong. Kaitlyn wanted a career. Wanted so many things.

She wanted to cum. She wanted this woman to let her cum.

She wanted it more than anything else.

Maybe if she said yes, her Mistress would let her cum.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Kaitlyn barely managed to get the word out, her Mistress’s hands everywhere.

“Well, maybe I’ll let you,” Kaitlyn’s Mistress smiled spinning on the spot and heading back to her seat.

Kaitlyn’s breath caught. Her Mistress hadn’t said anything else. Had just left her. Hadn’t let her cum.

That was so hot.

“Sit down,” Natalie ordered the two girls as she lounged contentedly in her own chair.

The two scurried to obey.

“Now,” the older woman smiled contentedly. “You started this project to investigate reclaiming sexual stereotypes for women.” Kaitlyn was following her every word avidly, but Lauren’s forehead creased in confusion. “But I think you’ve discovered some things about yourselves. Lauren, you’re gay and you love being a bimbo, isn’t that right?”

“Oh, totes!” the blonde smiled, happy to be following Natalie’s words again. “It’s the best!”

“And you, Kaitlyn. You love being a maid. It turns you on And being with women is almost as much of a turn on for you.

“Yes, ma’am,” the brunette replied, her hands clasped demurely in her lap, her eyes downcast.”

“But you’re worried about other things. A degree. A career. A family.”

Both girls nodded.

“Those things will just get in the way. Lauren, doesn’t thinking about things like that make your head hurt?”

Pain lanced through the blonde’s skull, her vision wavering. It hurt so much. She didn’t want that.

“And you, Kaitlyn. Wouldn’t that all take time away from doing what you really want? Being a maid?”

The brunette nodded tightly. What else could she do. A degree wouldn’t get her a job as a maid. A family, a partner wouldn’t understand her needs.

Her knees pressed together.

“You should embrace what you’ve learnt. Own it. Be it. Embrace what you really are. Lauren, you can be a bimbo. Forever. My bimbo.”

“Totes!” Lauren cried out in excitement. “Career-thingys, uh, jobs are like, hard. And who needs family. I just want fun!”

She’d only have to think about clothes and looking pretty. Her head wouldn’t hurt then.

Natalie bounded out of her seat in her excitement, kissing the girl, her hands roaming over the seated blonde’s body.

“Oh, you’ll have fun. And you’ll be fucked so often.”

“Like, yeah?” Laurena sked hopefully.

“Oh yes,” Natalie reassured her, kissing the blonde’s neck, Lauren’s head tilting back the blonde moaning. “I’ll fuck you so often. And maybe other people will. If I say so. You won’t even have to decide that.

“Yay!” the blonde cried. It was everything she wanted.

Natalie left her there, a hand trailing over the blonde’s shoulder, Lauren pulling out her makeup again. She was a bimbo. Bimbos always had to look good.

“And what about you, Kaitlyn,” Natalie murmured crouching down behind the brunette. “Forget getting a degree. Forget having a career, having a family. All you’ll ever be is my maid. Cooking and cleaning and only cumming when I let you. Which won’t be very often. Is that what you want?

Kaitlyn had to stop herself from crying out. Of course it was what she wanted. Cooking. Cleaning. Tidying. Obeying. Only cumming when she was allowed to. It was everything she wanted. But a good maid wouldn’t cry out

“Yes, ma’am,” Kaitlyn replied softly. Just like a good maid should. It was all she wa snow. All she’d ever be.

“You’ll drop out of university,” Natalie declared, her hands back on Lauren again, her fingers slipping up under the girl’s short skirt, slipping inside. “As my pretty little bimbo lover and my maid. I’ll fuck you so often Lauren. You’ll cum so much. Maybe we’ll let Kaitlyn watch. Maybe I’ll even let her cum sometimes. Maybe once a year.”

Lauren cried out, cumming again, Natalie’s fingers deep inside her.

Kaitlyn watched, already back at her cleaning.

It was everything both girls wanted.

(The End)