Good girls have big tits.
Good girls fuck Master.
Good girls don’t need brains.
Good girls are bimbos.
Words echo around my mind and there’s a strange taste in my mouth as I start to wake up. Everything feels fuzzy and distant, like I’m sitting in cotton and nothing can hurt me. I try to remember where I am or what’s happening, but it’s all a blank.
Titties.
A bimbo is right in front of me, her boobs leaking milk all over her pregnant belly. She’s sitting in Maste--Mr. Stern’s lap and he’s got his hand in panties. 
My privates are tingling again and I squeeze my legs together but that only makes it worse. I want to shove my fingers in my pussy and rub myself off, but I can’t. I know my dad’s rules. I can’t be some slutty bimbo. I can’t disappoint him like that.
Why’s my brain all spacy? Why can’t I remember stuff? Why can’t I think?
“I thought I was getting too powerful,” Mr. Stern says, acting as if the bimbo isn’t right on top of him.
“So powerful, Master. Love you!” She screams it out as she cums. 
“Good girl,” he mutters, petting her head as she practically purrs with pleasure. I want to be her. I want to push her off his lap and take her place so that Mast--Mr. Stern is touching me like that.
It’s wrong.
My mind goes fuzzy around the edges again and I have to bite back a sound.
Bimbos don’t care about anything but Master.
Master says what’s right and wrong.
I squirm where I’m laying and something tugs on my arms. My shirt is all messed up and I’m stuck in it. I struggle against it, as if Mr. Stern and his hot bimbo aren’t right in front of me. But it just seems to make the rope tighter.
Mr. Stern chuckles darkly and I can feel it all the way to my pussy. “You’re a bit stuck. Do you need help? I want to hear you beg.” The bimbo slides off his lap and kneels at his feet.
“Please!” If all it takes is begging, then I’ll do it. I’m so confused. My brain feels mushy and my body is all tight and tingly and none of this is right. “Please let me go.”
“That’s not what you’re begging for, baby.” He reaches out and his hand smells like the bimbo’s milk. I can practically taste it. He grips my chin until I’m staring at him. “Now tell me why you’re resisting. I can feel the slut inside you just waiting to come out. I’ve been waiting for you to ask. Weeks and weeks of watching you in the office, weeks and weeks of making you do what I say. Did you even realize it?”
“Nu--no,” it’s barely a whisper, but maybe he’s right. I have been feeling strange these last few weeks. Could Mast--Mr. Stern have something to do with that?
“Silly baby,” his thumb brushes over my lips and I can’t help but taking a taste. 
I squeeze my eyes shut, as if that will somehow help with my willpower. I want to give into him. I can feel all my worries ready to melt away. I don’t need a silly brain when Master is here.
But what would my dad think?
That question gives me enough resolve to shut my lips and try and forget the taste of Mast--Mr. Stern.
“What’s going on, baby? Why are you resisting?” There’s so much concern in his eyes that I just want to succumb, to do whatever he wants.
Good bimbos follow Master’s orders.
My pussy clenches and I want to give in. “Can’t!” I manage to gasp out. “Gotta be good. Let go?” It’s getting harder to make words good. Gotta keep my brains. Smarts are impor--impor--good.
Strangely, Mast--Mr. Stern looks relieved. “Oh. That’s an easy fix then.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Cammy, come over here,” he calls to his bimbo. “Sara’s thirsty.”
I slam my lips and eyes shut, as if that can stop whatever’s about to happen. I hear Cammy move, but I won’t look. I hear licking and slurping and then Master--no, Mr. Stern--groan. It shouldn’t make me feel like I do, but I squirm in place.
“Now, baby,” Mr. Stern says, “Sara just wants to give you something to drink. Will you let her?”
I keep my eyes closed.
“Baby girl,” he croons and it makes me feel squirmy again. I want to do what he says. I need to. I can’t. “You said you want to be good. Isn’t it good to accept your host’s hospitality?”
Those are a lot of words. My brain is too fuzzy to make sense of them. I shake my head, hoping he’ll understand.
“Dumb little slut,” he says and my pussy is so wet. “You need to open your mouth for Cammy right now. Then I’ll let you go. I promise.”
I know Master will keep his promises, so I open my mouth wide. But Cammy doesn’t give me a drink. She kisses me! My mouth opens in shock, and it’s not her tongue I taste. Instead it’s something thick and salty and perfect.
Cum.
It’s cum.
It’s Mr. Stern’s cum.
Whee!
My brain goes all twirly and I start laughing, loving the way my body feels. Cammy keeps kissing me, licking at my tongue until she’s sure I’ve swallowed everything down. I kiss her back. It feels so good. I swipe my tongue in her mouth, trying to get every drop of that delicious cum. I can feel my body starting to expand, to change, to make me perfect for Mr. Stern.
“Are you ready to give in?” Mr. Stern’s voice rumbles in my ear and makes me all tingly.
I’m making out with his bimbo and sucking down his cum. My pussy is drenched and I want to splay my legs and let him fuck me. But I still remember I’m not s’posed to.
Cause. Cause. Cause…?
“Um…” I giggle, unsure of what to say. Cammy pulls back and sticks her titty into my mouth and I suck down her milk.
“That’s alright, baby. Just sleep.”
Milk trickles down my throat as I pass out.