Tessy giggled with excitement as Mister Dane guided her toward the waiting limo.

The last hour of the gala had gone by in a flash. She’d smiled, laugh, and clung to his arm while he wrapped things up with the last of his important guests.

So many powerful people. So much attention. All waiting for him.

Tessy always knew Mister Dane was a super big deal, but seeing it up close made her wet.

She ran both hands down the front of her dress and fixed her tits, which once again slipped out. The whole look screamed bimbo and that made her tingle.

Because it worked.

No one realized she wasn’t just another airheaded slut desperate for attention. Some horny bimbo who couldn’t stop thinking about cock. Just another giggling plaything, tits out, brain off.

She wasn’t like that.

Well… maybe right now she was. But she was just pretending.

She’d studied them. The giggles. The poses. The walk. The way they clung to rich men like obedient little ornaments. The annoying pout. The pathetic moan. Even that dumb, breathy voice that came out everytime they opened their mouth.

She mimicked every detail. And it worked. People loved it. Every time he called her a good girl, her body reacted before her mind could catch up.

It was so fucking hot.

She thrust her chest forward as they passed the paparazzi. Another bimbo trick. Always give them something to stare at.

Always make them look at your big, sexy tits.

The driver opened the limo door. Dane’s hand landed on her ass, a quick proud squeeze as he guided her inside. He looked pleased.

It felt good to make Mister Dane proud.

So fucking good.

“You looked stunning tonight,” he said.

“Mmm, thank you Mister Dane.”

God, I sounded like a porn star just then. He must be loving this.

She caught her reflection in the tinted glass. She looked ridiculous. “Well… I guess now that it’s over I can finally drop the act…”

Dane laughed like she’d just told a joke.

Ohmygod. He actually think this is real…

He really thinks he’s washing my brain or whatever. Turning me into one of his bimbo groupies. What a delusional prick.

The absurdity made her giggle.

He thinks he can control my mind or whatever. Please. How’s he gonna control it…if I’m not even using it.

She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he realized she’d tricked him. That this “dumb little bimbo” had outsmarted him.

She smiled and put on her best dumb girl voice.

Make it breathy. Make it pouty. Make him think I belong in his collection

She’d gotten good at this. Better than most the real ones.

“It’s sooo weird how, like, everyone at that party treated me like I was just some dumb slut with big boobs. One guy even asked if I was an escort. Can you believe that?”

She rested her hand on his thigh, playfully teasing him with her nails.

“You were sooo good tonight, Mister Dane. Like, I was totally turned on just watching you talk to all those powerful men.”

She meant it to sound sarcastic. It came out too real.

He turned and whispered, “Good girl.”

She didn’t mean to moan, but she did.

Besides…it made the act more convincing. That’s all. Made it more believable that she was some horny slut who couldn’t stop her hand from inching toward the warmth of his cock.

What if I just… brushed my hand against it…

Just a part of the role. Just a horny little giggle and a squeeze. That’s all.

She pretended not to notice the smug smile on his face.

He thinks I just can’t resist touching his cock…

…just can’t resist touching his cock…

Her fingers pressed against the outline through his pants. Felt his cock instantly swell, hot and heavy.

“Ohmygod… are you, like, actually getting hard right now?”

No answer.

She slipped her hand under his waistband and wrapped her fingers around him to check.

“Oh.My.God. You’re actually sooo hard for Tessy.”

Mmm… feels really good… god, it’s so big…

Her hand stayed there. Enjoying the way it felt, the weight and the warmth.

“Woooow, you must’ve really liked my performance…”

Just keep up the act. Make sure he thinks I’m so deep in the role.

Because that’s all this is. A role. A perfect little performance.

She threw her legs over him and settled into his lap. Her hips rolled without thinking. She looked up at him and smiled.

“Mmmm, Tessy loves making you hard, Mister Dane…”

Her own voice startled her. She pulled her hand away.

“Omigosh, what am I doing….”

It was fine. She was just getting a little too into the role…that’s all.

Just Tessy being Tessy. Just for the act.

But god, it felt good.

○ ○ ○

Tessy kept talking. About the gala, the champagne, the way everyone stared at her tits. About the guy who slapped her ass when Dane wasn’t looking. Everyone thought she was just another dumb bimbo.

Her heel dangled from one toe. Her dress had ridden halfway up her thighs. Her breasts spilled out of her dress.

Dane didn’t say much. He just listened to her ramble with his usual amused grin.

Every time she paused, he let the silence stretch until she scrambled to fill it with whatever nonsense spilled out of her mouth.

Keep going. Don’t stop. Keep him watching you. Keep the act alive.

Because if she stopped… she might have to think about what was really happening to her.

Tessy twirled her hair. “Mmmhmm…”

Did that come from me? That’s not what I sound like…

Except it kind of was. That voice used to be fake. Now it was natural.

I’m not one of his little bimbos. But it’s kinda hot pretending to be one… I’m smarter than this. But being dumb felt really fucking good. It’s just pretend… Just really…really…convincing pretend…

She bounced one leg, then the other. Adjusted her top.

Dane said nothing. The silence made her head spin.

Say something. Anything. Keep it going.

“I really love this dress you picked out for me, Mister Dane. Cause it’s, like, super short and tight and stuff, and it makes my boobs look sooo big, right?”

She smiled. Nodded at nothing.

Giggled. Too high. Too fast.

Don’t stop. Don’t let him see the cracks. Just keep it going.

“Ohmigod, like, I’m acting so silly tonight.” She slapped her thigh and giggled again.

It’s just a character. That’s all.

“Tessy’s, like, super horny too, but that’s probably cause you keep looking at me all… y’know, like… Mister Dane-y.”

She laughed at her own joke. Really loud.

He chuckled. “You’re doing wonderfully, Tessy.”

Another giggle. Louder. Her chest felt tight. Hands slick. Thighs clenched.

He smiled and went quiet again. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

Don’t stop talking. If I stop, he’ll see it. He’ll realize that I don’t even remember why I’m doing this anymore…

She grabbed the champagne with shaky hands and drained it.

“Is it hot in here or am I just super horny?”

He nodded. She melted.

Keep going. Talk. Gush. Moan. Don’t stop.

“You really like my dumb voice, don’t you Mister Dane? At first I was like, ohmigod I sound so stupid but like, honestly, I’m kinda startin’ to get used to it.”

Smile. Silence.

Her own mind started to slip away.

She needed to stay focused. She had the perfect ending planned. The grand finale. Drop the mask at the last second and watch him choke on his smug little grin. She’d climb off his lap, smooth her dress, and switch back to her real voice.

Nice try, Mister Dane. You really thought you could bimbofy me? That’s adorable.

She closed her eyes and rehearsed the line in her head, over and over again.

“Nice try, Mister Dane…” Too soft. She cleared her throat and again. “You really think you could turn me into your Tessy?” The voice slurred halfway through. Her hips wiggled. That wasn’t part of the script.

You love being Tessy, silly. Just tell him.

No… Focus. Again.

The image blurred. Instead of her cool self she saw a pout. A hair twirl. Glossy lips licking. The line that came out was, “Mister Dane, do you want your dumb little Tessy to suck your cock?”

She pushed the thought away. The limo came to a stop.

In the back of her mind a phrase played over and over again.

Tessy just wants to make you feel good…

○ ○ ○

Tessy was still buzzing when they reached Mister Dane’s penthouse. Her head swam. Thinking was hard. She felt dizzy.

Dane stepped out first and offered his hand. She placed hers in his and let him pull her close. He smelled so good.

The place had seemed so tacky and ugly earlier. Now it looked fancy and stylish. Classy and elegant. Like him.

“There’s something waiting for you in the bathroom,” he said. “A surprise just for Tessy.”

She laughed. “Let me guess. Something pink and slutty?”

He smiled.

Her heels clicked across marble floor as she walked. Her hips swung side to side in an overly exaggerated manner, boobs bouncing with each step.

Why am I walking like this? This is exactly how those dumb bimbos at the gala walk…

She looked ridiculous. But she couldn’t stop. It came naturally to her now, like breathing.

It must be the heels.

Dane watched with a smug grin.

Wow. He thinks I’m doing this for him.

She kicked her heels off and continued barefoot into the bathroom.

But it didn’t stop.

Even barefoot her ass still swang like it was on display. Big round and impossible to ignore. Her chest stayed thrust forward, nipples hard, boobs bouncing with every step. Her wrists dangled loose and girly at her sides, limp and helpless.

Focus. Just walk normal. One step…

But she couldn’t. Her body just wouldn’t listen.

No matter how hard she tried, her hips kept swaying, her ass kept wiggling, her chest led the way. Every step felt like a performance. Like her body had learned how good it felt to be stared at and now it didn’t want to stop.

It must be this dumb dress.

She stepped inside and closed the bathroom door. Instantly the perfume hit her. Made her dizzy and tingly. The perfume was stronger in here. Or maybe she just noticed it more now that she was alone.

She reached for the zipper of the tight red dress, but it clung desperately to her curves, refusing to let go. She struggled, twisted, and giggled as her tits and ass jiggled and bounced wildly. The zipper inched and inched, until finally the dress surrendered.

She let out a giddy laugh. Way too pleased with herself, like she’d just won some silly contest.

Way too lightheaded…

That’s when the perfume really hit. It poured over her, heat flooding her pussy, her knees wobbling. A helpless moan.

Now she was just in her thong and makeup.

The thong looked even tinier now, barely a scrap clinging to her pussy lips, the string vanishing between her cheeks. She tugged at it, adjusted, then slid it back the way it was. It felt better tighter. More obscene.

Her body buzzed with the scent, her skin tingling where the perfume touched. Every movement felt exaggerated, clumsy, a little silly, a little sexy.

And it made her feel so good.

So fucking horny.

She turned to the mirror.

Big bouncy tits. Flushed cheeks. Puffy lips slick with gloss. Hard nipples. Thin waist and wide hips. Thong stretched tight across her fat ass.

No wonder everyone at the gala thought she was a dumb little bimbo. Just look at her.

She cupped her breasts and played with them. Just to see. Just to laugh at herself. Just to prove she didn’t feel anything.

Why does that feel so good?

It was only an act. Part of the performance.

She tilted her head. Let her hair fall to the side. Pushed her boobs together. Smiled. Pouted. Laughed.

She arched her back and watched her tits jiggle. Bounced again. Harder.

“This is soooo dumb…So hot…”

She bent over, hands on her knees, and looked at herself from behind. Her ass jiggled. She wiggled it more. Then slapped it.

“Ohmygod. Look at this fat ass. I look ridiculous. Like a total slut. Like a big jiggly bimbo.”

She looked like she was posing for a porn shoot. But Tessy liked being looked at. Even if she was the only one watching.

She mouthed the words to herself. “Good girl.”

A tingle ran through her body. Her nipples stiffened. The words felt… heavier this time. Like they belonged there.

Again, louder, slower, stupider. “Goood giiiiirl.”

Every syllable made her knees weaker. She tried standing normal. Feet apart. Fists clenched. Chin lifted like she still had some dignity.

For a second, she almost looked normal. Almost like herself. But then her body moved. A slow arch of her back. A sway of her hips. Her ass lifting on instinct. Tits pushed forward like they needed to be seen.

Ohmygod…I look so stupid…

She looked like a joke. Like one of those girls. The kind that fill your Instagram. The kind that everyone mocks. A dumb slut. A walking pair of tits.

She looked like a bimbo. A dumb, horny, oversexed bimbo.

But she couldn’t look away.

A breathy giggle slipped out. She cringed at the sound.

Oh god…I sound like them too…

Her nipples were already tingling. Thighs pressed together, desperate for friction, which made her ass stick out even more.

She turned slightly, just to see her ass bounce. Just to feel it. So dumb. So hot. So slutty. Every humiliating thing Dane ever said was playing in her head now, over and over again, like a song on repeat.

“Look at you,” she whispered, using his mocking tone. “Such a good little bimbo…”

Her fingers slid down between her thighs. She watched herself give in, eyes wide, mouth open, tits bouncing. “Can’t help yourself, can you?”

She couldn’t.

Her body had been trained to move like this. Learned exactly the way he liked it. And now it was perfoming, just for him.

It was incredibly humiliating. But it felt so good.

Her hands cupped her tits and pressed them together like an offering. Her hands floated to her hips. One knee bent. Chest forward. Head tilted.

The bimbo stance.

Tessy whimpered. “No…I don’t want this.”

But the mirror didn’t care. It showed her what she’d become: a mindless, horny bimbo playing with her big tits.

“Fuck, look at these tits.” She jiggled them up and down. “I do look like a total bimbo. Bet you’d love to see me strutting around like this, huh? Dumb little Tessy showing off her big jiggly ass for all your rich friends.”

She gave it another smack. Ripples everywhere.

“You see that? You really turned me into something, Mister Dane. You did this to me…”

She pinched a nipple and moaned. Her body trembled.

“Bet you love seeing how dumb I look? Bet it’s so fucking hot.”

Her fingers slid in and out of her wet slit. She looked exactly like every dumb girl she used to roll her eyes at. And it was making her so fucking horny.

“This is your fault. This dumb little bimbo body…and this wet desperate pussy…”

She couldn’t stop.

“Tessy’s just tits, ass, and a brain full of Mister Dane. So fucking stupid. So fucking horny.”

A new line popped into her head.

Ohmygod, Mister Dane, I’m sooo horny just thinking about you.

The orgasm hit hard. Knees shaking. Ass bouncing.

A chill ran up her spine.

I can end this anytime. That’s the joke. This is my performance. He’s the one falling for it.

Just one more act. Then she’d drop the mask. Any second now.

Then she saw it. The bag on the counter. The one Dane had left for her. She reached for it with trembling hands. Slowly peeled back the pink tissue paper.

Inside was the sluttiest lingerie she’d ever seen. Pink lace, gold clasps, and fabric so thin it looked like paper. Slutty, delicate, humiliating lingerie.

She bit her lip. “Seriously? This is what he thinks I’d wear?”

He thinks he’s won… but I’m only letting him believe it. I could drop this dumb act whenever I want. I’m in control.

But her fingers were already lifting the bra and holding it against her chest. It looked so tiny. So obscene.

Her pussy was wet at the thought of him seeing her in it.

I could just try it on. Just to show him how ridiculous it is. Just for…the joke. Just one more part of the performance.

She imagined marching into his bedroom with her tits bouncing, then sneering, Game over, asshole.

So satisfying. So perfect.

So fucking horny…

“This is soooo dumb…”

But she was already sliding into the panties. Already reaching for the matching bra. Already imagining how he’d look at her. She fastened the bra. Adjusted the straps. Watched her breasts overflow like they couldn’t wait to be touched.

She blinked. Tried to remember what she was supposed to be doing. What the plan was.

On the floor beside the bag was a pair of tall pink wedges. She slipped them on. Her body already knew how they’d make her walk.

Drop the act. Flip the script. Remind him who she really was.

Right. Yes. That was still the plan.

She opened her mouth to practice the line again. “Nice try, Mister Dane…”

But what came out was, “Like, omigod, Mister Dane’s gonna lose his mind when he sees this…”

She clapped her hand over her mouth. Eyes wide. The perfume was even stronger now. It warmed her skin from the inside out. Made her pussy ache. Made her lips out.

Tessy just wants to make him feel good.

Her eyes were glassier now. Her brain was fuzzy. Thoughts were scattered. She giggled.

He really thinks I’m still his little bimbo. This is gonna be soooo good. He’s gonna love this.

She giggled again.

I’m totally gonna blow his mind.

Time for the final performance.

○ ○ ○

Dane sat on the couch, facing a tall mirror that stretched across the wall. Low lights. Champagne poured. Blue city lights glowing behind him.

She floated in, wearing tall pink wedges and barely there lingerie. It clung to her tits, barely covering her nipples, and left her ass completely exposed. Her hips still did that stupid, slutty sway with every step, like she was walking down a runway.

The tiny lingerie was nothing more than ribbons, teasing her curvy body. Flimsy strings and sheer fabric that hid nothing. One wrong move and it would all fall off.

Probably the point.

Then a whisper in her thoughts. Tessy just wants to make you feel good…

She giggled. Pretended it was just a joke and ignored it.

“Oh, Mister Dane,” she purred. “You’re soooo obsessed with me, aren’t you?”

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to. Just the way he looked at her made her feel dizzy and warm.

He patted his lap. “Come here.”

She hesitated. Her mind screamed no. But her legs moved anyway, like they wanted to obey.

Step by step, she crossed the room. She felt stupid. Exposed. Like a hot, fuckable piece of ass.

She lowered herself onto his lap.

“Good girl.”

That was all it took. Heat surged through her. She laughed to try and cover the moan. Her fingers moved without thinking, already at his belt.

Still just a game. Just playing along. Let him think he won. Then I’ll flip it back.

She unzipped him with a little gasp, eyes wide with excitement at the sight of his cock He was so…big and…thick…and perfect.

“You probably think I’m, like, totally yours now, huh?”

She wrapped her fingers around his cock like it was a dare. Like she was trying to prove it didn’t mean anything. She gave it a teasing stroke. Then another.

“This is, like, sooo dumb,” she giggled. “Seriously, what kind of girl even does stuff like this?”

“A bimbo,” he said, simple and final.

The word sank right into her brain and stayed there. She gasped. Something clicked in her head. Like the flip of a switch. Her hand froze. Her eyes fluttered. Her pussy tingled. She giggled again, but different this time. The sound changing into something…ditzy.

“Ohmigod, that’s, like…actually kinda hot…”

Her hand continued stroking.

The word bimbo echoed in her mind. Not in his voice. This time it was her own.

A bimbo…

She playfully shoved his chest in pretend defiance. “You’re, like, such a dick, Mister Dane,” she laughed, stroking him faster. “Like you think I’m just some silly little blonde bimbo whose only job is to get you off…”

Still stroking. Trying not to let him see how turned on this was making her.

Keep acting. Keep stroking. Show him you’re still in control.

She slowed her stroke Teasing. A loud empty giggle. The sound echoed off the mirror and filled the room.

A bimbo would. A bimbo would… Bimbo would… Tessy would…

“Yeah, I’m a bimbo,” she said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. “A total bimbo.”

But it stuck.

“A bimbo…” she repeated, slower.

“…A bimbo…” she muttered, confused.

“…A bimbo…” she whispered, like a juicy secret she couldn’t wait to tell.

“…I’m a…bimbo,” she said quietly. Honest, ashamed, and so incredibly horny.

Then again, with a dazed realization. “…I’m a bimbo…”

Her eyes glazed over. Mouth wide open. Her hand stroked him with mindless need.

“I’m a bimbo,” she moaned, the words blurring into a happy sigh.

“You like that, don’t you? Watching your dumb, little bimbo jerk you off. Like a good bimbo should…”

“…Like a good bimbo should…” she repeated, staring at his cock.

She leaned and wrapped her lips around the tip.

Lightning shot through her, thighs trembling. She whimpered, dizzy and confused.

She jumped back and laughed. Wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and giggled. “You wish. I’m just kidding, obviously. Did you think I was really gonna suck your big, thick juicy cock? As if…”

The taste lingered. The word lingered. Bimbo. The idea made her tingle.

A bimbo would…so maybe…she should too… just a little longer…

She looked over at the mirror but all she saw was a dumb, slutty bimbo staring back at her. Big, perfect tits. Glossy pink lips. Wide, mindless eyes begging to please. A bimbo, happily stroking Mister Dane’s cock and loving it.

Tell him. Tell him it’s all pretend. Tell him he lost…

But her hand moved first, up her thighs to squeeze her tits. Shame washed over her, followed by arousal.

“I look… so dumb. So… slutty…I can’t…think straight…”

She gasped when his hand landed on her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze.

“This is the kind of ass men remember. Thick. Juicy. A real bimbo ass.” He smacked it.

Tessy jolted. Her whole body rocked forward. “Ohmygod!”

He spanked her again. Harder. Then again. And again.

“That’s what you get for pretending.”

Her pussy clenched. Her thoughts short-circuited.

“Mmmmm…I’m a bimbo…”

Another spank. And another. Her moans grew higher.

Bimbo. Dumb. Horny. Good girl. Bimbo. Stroke. Moan. Bimbo. Obey. Horny. Suck. Dumb. Slutty. Bimbo. Obey.

His hand slid down to her wet pussy. Found heat and pressed. The mirror caught the way her pupils dilated.

She bit her lip. “I’m not…this isn’t me…”

But she was already grinding against him.

“I’m just pretending…”

His fingers stroked. Her breath caught. She whimpered as her pussy squeezed tightly around his fingers.

“Just…acting…”

Tessy took a deep breath. She stared into the mirror, trying to remind herself who she was.

“I’m not a…” she whispered, voice trembling. “I’m not some dumb little… you know…”

She turned to Dane. “I’m smart, okay? I’m not a…like, I can talk good and stuff…”

Her words tangled around her tongue. She took a deep, sharp breath as panic filled her chest.

“Mister Dane, I don’t wanna…”

Her voice cracked into a high, ditzy pitch. She clamped her mouth shut in horror. She’d tried to sound smart, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper. Like some bratty little bimbo begging her husband’s super rich boss not to turn her into his personal slut.

Dane didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. He just watched. Then his fingers found the back of her neck.

She moaned as her brain slowed to a crawl from the warm, dizzy fog of his touch.

“You were saying, sweetheart?” His voice was calming. Soothing.

Tessy tried again. “I… I’m not… I don’t…I feel…funny…”

Her thoughts slipped. Words tumbled. “Like, I don’t wanna be like, dumb…or whatever…but, ummmm…well…you’re just, like… sooo fucking hot, Mister Dane…”

She didn’t just say that. Did she?

Dane just smiled and rubbed her neck.

His fingers didn’t force her. They invited her. And she couldn’t stop saying yes.

Because it felt so good. Because he was so fucking hot. Because she’d already forgotten what she was trying to say.

She stared down at the floor, trying not to look into his eyes. Every time she did, she felt weaker. Dumber. Hornier. More obedient. Like another part of her mind belonged to him. But she needed to say something. Had to prove to herself she was still in control.

For a moment, Tess’s old pride fought its way up her throat. Choking on the urge to defend herself. She stood up tall. Chin up. Shoulders squared. Fire in her eyes. A reminder of the woman she used to be.

“You’re just a manipulative, smug, controlling asshole and—”

Her voice cracked. Her lips quivered.

“…and…so fucking hot it makes me feel stupid…”

He pressed harder. Even stronger fog. Tidal waves of warmth and arousal. Her lips opened in a dazed gasp. Her brain buzzed. Her thighs clenched. Her body had already made the decision her mind was still resisting.

“My boobs look huge in this! No…stop…I need to think…about…how…fucking horny I am…”

She tried to say something else. Something real.

“I used to care about…um…like, things…like more than just…sucking your yummy cock…or showing off my big tits…making rich guys hard…or making you feel good or whatever…or…mmm making you cum…ohmygod that’s gonna feel soooo good…when you finally fuck me…fuck your good little bimbo…”

She saw her eyes in the reflection as he squeezed her ass. They looked bigger, rounder, surprised. Her knees buckled, and she fell onto his chest. Pressing her head into him. He felt so warm and safe.

He smelled so good.

“I’m not…I’m not your little bimbo…I’m not…I’m not…” she repeated, eyes fluttering. “…not…not…”

Then the whisper returned, clearer this time. Tessy just wants to make you feel good…

Her mouth moved with it.

Dane gave her ass another possessive squeeze. She whimpered, grinding against his hand.

“I don’t…I don’t—”

His thumb continued stroking. “You don’t what, sweetheart?”

“…don’t wanna be a bimbo,” she whispered.

Another circle. “You’re almost there.”

She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. Instead, she just buried herself into his chest.

Her head rested there, dazed and dizzy, as the last strands of resistance melted like cotton candy on a hot tongue. She closed her eyes and tried to remember who she was.

“Why don’t you play with your tits for me,” he said, smooth as ever.

Then his hand found the back of her neck. That same sacred spot.

“No, please…”

But it was too late. Her hands were already moving. Like they didn’t need her permission. Slow, dazed fingers rose to her chest and grabbed hold. Squeezing. Massaging. Playing.

“I…hate it…” she whimpered, eyes fluttering, as her hands jiggled her heavy tits. She stared at her reflection, mesmerized. Watching herself obey.

He silently stepped back, and let her keep playing with herself. Alone in her shame. Tits in her hands. Dazed expression. Lost in arousal.

And when the air hit the spot where he’d touched her, she shivered. Not from cold. From how empty it felt without him.

He reached to the side table and lifted a thin gold ring and wrapped it around her throat. It put pressure on the exact spot of her neck that he’d touched all night. All those touches lit up at once, a dotted line connecting through her skin.

The spot that made her melt. The spot that told her to obey. The spot that kept trying to convince her that she was Mister Dane’s new bimbo.

That’s where he touches when I do good. That’s where he touches when I obey. That’s where he touches when I’m Mister Dane’s slutty little bimbo…

“Hold still,” he said.

He tightened the gold neck ring, the same exact pressure as his fingers. But it wasn’t pain. It was focus. It told her who she was. What she was for. Who she belonged to.

Heat rushed down her spine so hard her knees almost gave out. The collar told her where her she belonged, right here, under his hand. She didn’t even have to think anymore. Every swallow sent another reminder against the pressure point. Every breath was an affirmation: I belong here. I obey. I please.

He tapped the ring once. “Good girl. Now say it, Tessy.”

She moaned, deep and helpless. She tried to resist. Another slow circle. And another. Her thoughts collapsed.

“I’m Tessy…” she moaned, eyes rolling back. “I’m…I’m Tessy.”

“Good girl.”

“…Please…tell Tessy she’s still smart, Mister Dane. Tell Tessy’s she’s still strong…”

He didn’t answer. Just cupped her ass tighter, pulling her towards his chest and whispering: “Cum for me, Tessy. Cum like the good little bimbo you are.”

Her whole body locked. Her pussy clenched. Her mouth fell open in a silent helpless moan as the orgasm exploded through her.

When she came down, she was kneeling, dazed, mouth open in a dreamy smile.

She felt…better. Like she was in control again.

Dane unbuckled fully. His cock sprang free, thick and hard with a bead of pre‑cum at the tip.

She looked down and laughed.

“I can’t believe you actually thought this was working. Like, what, one night with you and suddenly I’m some kind of brainless bimbo? Please.”

He placed his hand on her neck and gently guided her down. She followed without thinking, knees finding the carpet in front of the mirror.

He laid his cock across the top of her breasts and dragged the tip through the deep valley framed by pink silk. Shock fired through her so sharp her mouth fell open.

“It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. I’m only doing this to mock you. Does this get you off? Watching me pretend to be some dumb, giggly—ohfuckohfuckohfuck…”

She squeezed her thighs, trying to steady herself. “Wow, look at me, Mister Dane, I’m just sooo dumb for your cock, right?” Mocking. “Bet you wish I’d start moaning about how much I love this… how my tits are only good for— fuck yes— making you cum…”

His hands guided. Eyes locked on hers in the mirror. “Keep talking, Tessy.”

She tried to laugh. Every slide made her shudder. “Yeah, you’d love that. If I started begging. Acting like all I want is for you to cover me in your cum. Like it’s my job or something, like I was— oh god, right there—”

“Maybe you should say it. Just for fun.”

“Fine. You wanna hear it? Tessy’s just a big‑titted bimbo, just— Ohmyfuckinggod— I… oh fuck me thatfeelssogood…”

Sarcasm bled into arousal.

“Mmmm…Oh fuck…Cover me with your cum, Mister Dane. Like it means you won. Teach me that’s all I’m good for. I wanna make you cum so fucking bad…I need it…”

“Again.”

“Tessy’s your little dumb bimbo… Oh fuck. Tessy’s such a dumb fucking bimbo. Need your cock so bad. Cover me in your cum, Mister Dane. All over my big dumb bimbo tits.”

He chuckled as he slid out of her cleavage. “Earn it.”

“…How?”

He tapped the neck ring. Her eyes instantly locked onto his cock. She swallowed and nodded.

Tessy leaned in and kissed the tip first, light, teasing, still joking.

She opened and wrapped her lips around him. Warm weight. Musky. Salty. She moaned around him and took him deeper.

His voice dropped. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”

He eased her lower. She hit the ridge, gagged, eyes watering. She breathed through her nose, reset, slid again. Every suck. Every swirl of her tongue. Every obedient moan.

Good girls suck. Good bimbos obey. Dane’s bimbos do it best.

She could see them in the mirror. Her collar. Her glassy eyes. Spit shining on his shaft.

Her tits looked obscene.

Her brain frothed like shaken champagne. Bursting. Bubbling. Useless. Thoughts turning into pink mist.

She needed to make him cum.

Needed to.

Not just because she loved it. But because that’s how she knew she’d did a good job. That was how she would know she really was his bimbo.

She panted against his cock. “Please, Mister Dane… Tessy’s ready. Tessy needs it. Tessy’s big dumb tits need your cum.”

He gripped the back of her head. “Deeper.”

She took him. Gagged. Recovered. Took him again. Faster. Her hands mashed her boobs together for the mirror while she bobbed.

He thickened. Pulsed against her tongue.

“Look at yourself.”

She looked. Dumb. Slutty. Owned. Then she remembered.

One final thought flashed in her mind: I can still stop this. I can walk away. I can end it.

“No, wait—”

Warmth burst across her chest in heavy ropes. Down the valley of her cleavage. Across the golden ring. Kissing her throat and chin.

She gasped. Back arched. Eyes rolled.

He stroked the last spurts down and painted her cleavage with his cum. Humiliation seared through her. Pleasure drowned it.

She squeezed her tits. Her back arched. Her moans turned stupid.

“Oohhhmygawd… I’m cumming, I’m cumming…yes, yes!”

She couldn’t stop. Couldn’t think. Just obeyed the pleasure. The voice. The mirror. Mister Dane.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave of heat and humiliation.

And somewhere in the fog, a whisper slipped out.

“Tessy’s such a good girl…”

She giggled. High and empty. “Mmm, thank you Mister Dane. It’s, like, so warm and hot…”

She slowly rubbed the cum into her breasts like lotion. It felt so fucking good.

“Tell me what you are.”

“…I’m your… bimbo. I’m your… slutty little bimbo. All yours.”

“Good bimbo. Again.”

The praise hit like a drug. Harder than any orgasm. She watched her own eyes glaze over. Her lips curled into a big dumb smile.

“I’m… your bimbo… I’m just a bimbo… made for you…”

She looked up at him with complete admiration. Her eyes wide and glassy. “Did Tessy make you cum good, Mister Dane?”

“You did good, bimbo.”

She shivered. That one look made everything inside her melt. It was like every mocking laugh, every cruel comment, every stupid joke was all worth it for that one nod of approval.

Her voice was higher now. No different from the bimbos she used to mock.

“Mmmm…Thank you… Daddy. I’m your good little bimbo now.”

The words made her moan. Just saying them turned her on. It felt good to say. Like they belonged there.

He lifted her chin with one finger. “Yes you are.”

That was all it took.

She came again.

No touch. No command. Just praise. Just the warm dizzying truth pressing into her throat where the collar sat.

Her mouth fell open. Her eyes rolled halfway back. She didn’t even realize she was moaning. She knelt there, tits bulging out, golden neck ring gleaming. The scent of perfume and sex clung to her skin. Her thighs were slick. Her lips were swollen. Her hair was a mess.

She looked like a slut. She smelled like a slut. She was a slut.

And she loved it.

Every breath pressed the collar in that perfect spot, the one he always touched. The one that made her obey. Her body pulsed with it. Her thoughts melted. Her smile turned dumber.

“I love my big dumb tits,” she whispered, cupping them with both them. “They’re sooo big and hot and fun to play with…”

She gave them a little shake. Watched them jiggle. Moaned again.

“They make Mister Dane so hard…” she purred. “And that makes Tessy soooo horny…”

Her hand drifted down between her legs. She was soaked.

Another slow touch and her body started bucking again. The collar tightened. Her pussy clenched. Her tits bounced in her hands.

“Fuck, Tessy’s cumming…Tessy’s cumming for you, Mister Dane…!”

Harder this time. So hard it left her dizzy and obedient.

The ring pressed against her neck, sending a wave of heat straight to her pussy as the same two phrases echoed in her mind.

You’re his bimbo. You love this. You’re his bimbo. You love this. You’re his bimbo. You love this.

The neck ring reminded her, over and over again. Until that’s all she was. All she ever wanted to be.

Tessy didn’t even try to resist anymore. She didn’t want to. She’d played the part so well, she’d become it.

You’re his bimbo. You love this. You’re his bimbo. You love this.

And as she whispered those words, he grabbed her hips and slid inside her. She gasped, pleasure washing away everything else.

“Yes, Mister Dane… Tessy’s your bimbo… Tessy’s your dumb, horny bimbo… Tessy’s so ready, so yours…”

You’re his bimbo. You love this. You’re his bimbo. You need this. You’re his bimbo. This is who you are now.

And as he used her, as her tits bounced and her thoughts melted, Tessy surrendered completely.

She was on all fours, getting fucked in his penthouse. Tits bulging out of her slutty pink lingerie. Wearing his golden neck ring.

No more performance. No more acting. Only pleasure.

She thought this was just a game. But Mister Dane always wins.

Now she was just another dumb horny slut. A big-titted, brain-drained, cock-drunk ornament. Sexy, slutty eye candy for the elite. And Mister Dane’s new plaything.

She was Tessy. She was his. She was Mister Dane’s bimbo.

And she loved it.