Bimbos don’t need brains.

Good girls are sluts with big tits. 

Drink your milk, be a good girl.

Be a bimbo for Master.

I’m floating in a sea of lust. Bliss’s titties and her milk were too much for my stupid bimbo brain. I don’t need to know stuff. Not when I can feel my body cumming and cumming and cumming.

“Oh, Master! Fuck, Master!” I haven’t met Master yet, but I know I love him. I belong to him. I want to sit on his cock and ride it for days.

There are bimbos all around me. Bliss and Bambi called them in and stripped me naked. New bimbos don’t wear clothes. Not until Master gives them to us. But why would I want clothes? They just cover up my boobies and my pussy.

But right now my titties are small. Pathetic. I know if I drink more of my milk they’ll get better. And if I think really hard the smarty bits left in my brain will get all gooey and fill up my titties until they’re as big as Bambi’s!

The bimbo between my legs is eating my pussy like its a huge meal and I can’t stop moaning. I’m dripping pussy juice all around her and I’m sure there’s a puddle of it under me. This is a dream cum to life.

I’m laying on the floor and there are so many sluts around me. They’re my cum-sisters, my bimbo-wives. One straddles my face with her plush white thighs and there’s her pussy, right on top of me.

I breathe in her scent and it makes everything even prettier, and my brain’s all swirly. I suck in deep lungfuls of air, and then there’s no choice but to use my tongue and do my best to make her cum.

Another bimbo is laying right beside me, blindly pinching my nipples and whispering all sorts of important words in my ears.

I love Master.

I’m a slut.

School is boring.

Smarts are dumb.

I’m a slutty little bimbo.

I was made to be a bimbo.

Master made me to be the perfect bimbo.

Pussy juice is raining all down my face. It’s almost as good as a bimbo slut’s milk. I slurp it all up and stick my tongue deep inside until she squeals with pleasure. I’m so good at this! Better than I ever ways at stupid brain stuff.

Something nudges my pussy. I want it to be Master so bad that I almost cum at the thought, but I know it's one of my bimbo sisters with a thick dildo. They want me nice and stretched and ready. They want all my brains leaking out my pussy before Master even gets near me.

I want it too. 

I want to be empty for Master.

Good girls are empty for Master.

I tongue the pussy I’m licking even harder until it’s gushing and the slut I’m pleasing moans and rolls off of me. And once she’s gone my eyes go all unfocused for a minute. Then I spot one of those nearly identical blonde heads grinning as she plunges a dildo deep inside of me.

It’s Bliss!

My first bimbo friend! She gave me her titty milk and turned me into this slut!

I giggle and want to thank her, but I can’t make words. All I can do is giggle, and grin, and drool.

I didn’t know I could be this happy.

She plunges the dildo deep inside me and I cum and my mind breaks apart again. I start crying in pleasure.

Nothing could be better than this.

Nothing except Master.

***

“What’s going on in here?” a booming male voice demands. “Get off of her.”

I cum. Just one sound of Him and I know. “Master!” I sigh right along with all the other bimbos. Just being around him makes us all extra horny and cummy. 

The girls stop fucking me and I want to beg them to come back. But Master said no. We have to do what Master tells us. Master owns our cums and our brains and our bodies and our everything.

I moan again at the thought. “Master…” saying it feels so right. I don’t need any other words. Master owns my mind and knows what I need better than I do.

He’s so masculine! He’s taller than I can count and his cock is so big I’d need both my hands to wrap around it. He’s muscular enough to lift up his bimbos with one hand and he can keep us safe and warm and fucked. Pre-cum leaks out of his hard cock and I manage to get to my knees to try and crawl forward.

I want to taste it. 

“Not so fast, little bimbo,” he tells me, and I could cry. He’s talking to me! Master is talking to me! “How did you get here? We didn’t have any new girls coming in today.”

“I’m cumming a lot, Master,” I can’t help but giggle. And from the way Master smiles at me, I know he’s pleased. I wanna cum again.

“I can see that.” He’s so powerful that I’m quivering where I’m kneeling. I want to crawl closer, but I need to wait for his command. He’s my Master. I need to do what he says. “But I can’t claim you just yet.”

I make a sad noise. I can’t protest. I don’t have the right to protest what Master says. But I push my tittles out farther. I want him to see them. To taste them. But they’re not leaking yet. No matter how much milk I sucked down, they’re not ready. “Master…”

“What’s your name, good girl?” He leans down and cups my cheek, looking so happy to see me on my knees before him.

His cock is right there. All I have to do is stick my tongue out. And he didn’t say I couldn’t. I’m being a trick bimbo and I know it. I do it. I lean forward and lick a stripe over his cock, capturing his leaking pre cum and crying out at the taste of it.

I leaned forward for more, but Master’s fingers wrapped around my neck, holding me in place.

“You’re dumb, but all that sluttiness is making you clever, isn’t it, little bimbo?” Now his face is fierce and I don’t know if he’s mad. I want to beg for mercy, but he’s cutting off my ability to talk.

But he’s touching me! Master is touching me! He can choke me all night if he keeps touching me. “But you need to earn my cum. What is your name? What brought you here?”

The questions got jumbled up in my head, even when he loosened his grip on my throat. Name? Brought? What? “I’m… um…” Did I have a name? Master called me his little bimbo. Was there anything before that?

I don’t remember. I don’t want to remember.

“You have to remember,” he tells me.

I bite my lip. The taste of his precum is still there. I focus on that. Master has given me a task. I have to make Master happy. What did they call me before I came here? It’s all fuzzy. I don’t care about what life was like before, not now that I can worship Master and live with my bimbo sisters forever! But Master asked me, and I’m gonna do it. “Kelly, I was Kelly.” My pussy is so wet I know I’ll slide right down on Master’s cock as soon as he wants to take me. I’ve never wanted a man before, and now I know it’s because I’ve been waiting for Master.

“Good girl,” says Master, and I shiver in delight. He makes me so happy! “And why did you come here?”

This one I know! My phone is somewhere on the ground somewhere and there’s no chance of finding it, but I remember the pretty video. “Bliss sent me a video. Her titties were bouncy and big and juicy,” I start drooling, remembering the first sight of her.

Master’s eyes widen just a little, like he’s surprised or something. But that can’t be right. Master knows everything.

“She sent you that today?” he asks.

I nod. This is boring. Master’s cock is right there and all hard and ready for me. Why can’t I have it now? I pout.

“No pouting, little brat,” he says. “Did you come here because you watched the video?”

“Had to check on An--Bliss,” now that he’s making me remember, it’s easier. But the thoughts are making me feel weird. Almost like I shouldn’t be on my knees for Master and eager for his cock. But that’s wrong. Right? I blink hard, trying to think.

Good girls don’t think.

Where does that come from? Why am I thinking it? Of course I should think! I was valedictorian! I have a full ride scholarship. I’m gonna be a… a… There’s some job I’ve wanted all my life, but I can’t remember it right now.

Master’s cock is right there.

He must see some of the struggle on my face. He reaches out and strokes his naked cock, getting plenty of pre on his fingers. Then he holds them out for me. “Have a taste, baby.”

I shiver when he calls me that. I suck eagerly on his fingers and my brain starts to melt and fizzle and it all feels so good! Master! Master! Master! I love you! I lick his fingers clean but still want more. My pussy is so empty that it’s crying. I can feel the juices leaking out of me.

Master’s cock is right in front of me and I lean forward. Master stops me. “You don’t need any of those silly thoughts distracting you. Just remember what I ask, baby. Nothing else matters but what I want you to think.” 

I squirm. I’m right on the edge of cumming for like the millionth time today, but something’s holding me back.

“What happened when you got here?” Master asks.

That I remember! My pussy quivers at the thought. “I saw Bliss! I talked to her. We watched her video. She gave me her milk. And then cum, cum, cum, cum! We had so much fun, Master. Can we keep having fun?”

“Soon, baby. Is there anyone waiting for you? A boyfriend? Family?”

I scowl at the thought of a boyfriend. “I’m a lesbian!” I declare. “Will you fuck me now?” I want that thick cock between my legs.

“Answer the question, pet.” 

His command is almost as good as his cock.

“Nope!” I giggle. “No family. No boyfriend.”

He grins and it’s a little evil. I love it. I love him. “You’re perfect. Do you want to join my bimbo harem and be mine forever?”

A nod eagerly. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. It’s all I can remember wanting. “Yes, please, Master!”

“You need a new name.”

Of course. I wait on my knees while he thinks. I can have my stupid smart-girl name. Master needs to give me a bimbo name so I know my place. “Please. Please.”

“So eager,” he praises. Even more pre-cum is leaking down his cock. “Girls,” he finally looks at all the bimbos around us and I can feel the way they’re adoring his attention. “Meet your new sister-slut, Cammy!”

Cammy. I love her. I am her. Master gave me a name and it’s all mine.

And his. Everything that is mine is his.

Master reaches out and grabs my hand. “Come on, Cammy. It’s time for a ride. Master’s going to breed you now.”