As a high school dropout, I didn’t have many options for work.
That’s when I met you and you gave meaning to my life by offering to
take care of me and find me something that a silly ditz bimbo me could
do to earn money. Since I clearly couldn’t use my mind, I could use my
body and offer my holes to men for a few dollars each.
There were things that sometimes didn’t make sense to me. Like, I’ve
been doing this for years, but everything felt new to me for some
reason. I didn’t get why my feet would hurt when wearing the heels that
I loved so much and I would be forced to set down in order to rest from
time to time. Or why it felt strange to have a cock in my mouth, my
ass, or especially in my cunt when it was clearly the most natural thing
in the world for me since being a cum dumpster for men was all I was
good for.
When I spoke to you about the times I would get confused while I was
working, you’d calm me down by reminding me how dumb I was which was
always enough to bring me comfort and make me feel gooey and happy
inside. You spoke with so much stern authority that I just somehow knew
that anything you said was the truth and I didn’t even need to think
anymore. Of course being a dumb bimbo meant that I would get confused
constantly, but one of your talks was always enough to reassure me that I
was exactly where I belonged.
It was all a lie of course. It was only a few months or so ago when I
was a man with wealth and power. You were just a lowly peon who worked
for me, someone I would have never interacted with, let alone noticed
until one day you barged into my office and injected me with a neural
transmitter that you had developed and immediately started changing
everything about me by reprogramming my brain.
You did the obvious things like taking over my life and claiming my
wealth, but then you decided to be cruel and began to strip away my
intelligence and feminize me, turning me into the bimbo prostitute that I
am today. I didn’t know the meaning behind the sneers you gave me
whenever I tried to come to you for answers when I was confused, but you
were clearly enjoying the fact that my mind was refusing to process the
false narrative you had planted into my memory. The flicker of
intelligence that appeared in my eyes when I begged you to help make
sense of my life was quickly extinguished by your words of false
reassurance as you reinforced my programming with each word you spoke.
You loved watching me struggle as my sense of self was slowly eroded
away by the constant stream of cocks that you had me seek out during my
nightly outings, knowing that each night led me closer to my own
destruction and my new life as your cock-addicted cum whore.
All of this was beyond my comprehension, and soon all I would know
was that I was nothing but a dumb bimbo who was lucky to have a rich and
powerful man tell her what to do and who to fuck. From the constant
smile that was always plastered on my face, I was happy to accept the
life you had given me. Your words just made sense to me and helped me
to stop thinking for myself so that I could just focus on serving as
many cocks as I could in order to make you happy.
I watched as a man approached me, but my feet were still hurting, so I
did what any good whore would do and got on my knees and slowly crawled
toward him, mouth agape so that he could put his cock into my warm and
welcoming mouth. I’m such bimbo that I’m glad I found a man like you to
help me put my life together. As the man pulled on my hair so he could
violently face-fuck me, I put it in my mind to remember to thank you
for finding such an amazing job for me to do by offering you a free fuck
the next time I saw you. Anything for the person who made all of this
possible!
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