I reached over the kitchen island to grab the empty glass Master had left out after breakfast, deciding to clean up the space.
Maintaining the house was one of my duties, but there weren't expectations on my time. As long as I finished my daily tasks, the order didn't matter much. I was his bimbo, his doll, but also his good little housewife and maid.
As my fingers made contact with the cool surface, ice cubes rattling against the side, my mind wandered to the last time he'd used them to tease my body...
How the ice had trailed across my hard nipples and been pushed into my molten cunt for his amusement.
Picking up the glass, I drank the last few mouthfuls of Master's chilled water before placing it in the sink to be cleaned. The cool liquid helped somewhat, but the desire now raging in my stomach wouldn't be settled so simply.
Distracted by thoughts of his fingers—his mouth—I didn't realize when Master appeared behind me.
Not until he roughly grasped my ass cheek.
He pushed my dress up easily enough next, and given I wore nothing underneath, he had easy access to me. The satisfied groan he made in the back of his throat made my heart flutter.
I'd pleased him.
Master pushed against my lower spine and bent me over the countertop without any resistance. I was his to manipulate, after all. His to use freely.
Anywhere. Anytime.
I gasped, then whimpered, when he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips, both surprised and excited.
Free use wasn't something that went away when the cleaning needed to be done. I was his—always. And I made no move to stop him or pull away. Instead, I spread my legs in complete acceptance.
Master dug his fingers in harder, drawing out a whimper from me, before letting go and slapping the left cheek punishingly hard. "You weren't looking flustered enough, doll," he said.
His hand drew back again and slapped the other cheek.
The pain was sharp, and it made me jump. But my back arched and pushed my ass in his direction more. Even if my mind told me I should flinch away, my body's reactions reminded us both how completely wrapped around his little finger I was.
Another four swats to each cheek; my breathing became labored. My thighs trembling. My cunt dripping wet.
Needy.
I wanted him to pick me up, press me against the kitchen island, and fuck me until my entire world started and ended with one word: Master.
But then he stepped away and smoothed out the wrinkled fabric of my dress like it had never happened.
Like he hadn't played with my body and mind.
"Thank you for using me, Master," I panted, remembering my manners just in time.
After a moment, which felt longer than it should have, he finally spoke. "Do you know why I hurt you just now, slut?" His hand trailed up and down my thigh and over my covered pussy once more. “Tell me.” He withdrew again when I didn't answer immediately.
But the damage was done. I felt the absence of his fingers immediately and struggled not to clench my thighs together for the added friction.
"Yes." I risked straightening to face him. "Because I'm your property."
"Because I wanted to," he clarified. "I wanted to hurt you, wanted to feel you in my hand. I could have done it gently. I could have warned you. Maybe I could have even made it enjoyable for both of us, a hand on your pretty pussy. But . . . I chose not to. I chose to touch you in a way that was only enjoyable for me. .
"I told you I'd teach you how to be my perfect fucktoy. This is the first lesson, the basic truth from which every other lesson comes: my pleasure. It's the only thing that really matters. Sometimes you'll feel good too, others you'll hurt. And it is always my choice. Never yours." He pushed a lock of fallen hair behind my ear. "And today, you didn't look flustered enough."
"And now, Master?" I looked up at his taller stature with wide eyes. My hands itched to reach back and soothe my aching ass cheeks.
But I wouldn't.
Not without his permission.
"Now, my little doll, your cheeks are flushed, and your cunt is ready for me. You look like a well-kept slave."
"Will you take me?" I couldn't help asking it. My voice husky and desperate. I knew it was brazen of me but didn't care.
"No," Master said with a light chuckle. "But if you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you suck my cock later." He nodded to the glass. "I have to get to work, and you should too."
"Thank you." I nodded eagerly. “Thank you," I whispered.
hi! I'm Peach – or you can call me Bambi! my blog follows all my favourite bimbo, hypnosis, M/s, power exchange things. and lots of pretty, pink things too.
but also my transformation into the perfect bimbo slave doll, annnndddd my erotic writing.
♡♡♡ Achieved or Maintaining.
📌 To do.
will add more pictures/links to the listed progress as it happens and as I feel inspired:
♡♡♡ Brown short hair to blonde and long. (Achieved colour change: 10/01/25. Length in progress.)
♡♡♡ Daily kneeling for a submissive mindset to my Master.
♡♡♡ Makeup practice. My favourite and always in progress.
♡♡♡ Keeping up my exercise and diet routine.
♡♡♡ Listen to files and brainwash myself daily.
♡♡♡ Gel nails maintained regularly.
♡♡♡ Bimboification of the media I consume.
♡♡♡ Reciting my mantras daily.
📌 Original weight: 299 lbs (Jan 2024.) Current weight: 239 Ibs. Current goal weight: 160 lbs. (Height: 5'8"). In progress.
📌 Bimboification of my wardrobe. In progress.
📌 Waist training. Trainer purchased.
📌 Pornification of Bambi's moans and mannerisms. In progress.
📌Jawline sculpting. (General plastic surgery improvement. Botox, maybe?)
📌 Posture / graceful movements training. Searching for a ballet or dance class.
📌 Breast lift. Saving up for.
📌 Piercings. Considering.
📌 Lash extensions. In progress.
If you'd like to contribute to Bambi's transformation – or simply reward her for being a good girl – here's a link to
hi! I'm Peach – or you can call me Bambi! my blog follows all my favourite bimbo, hypnosis, M/s, power exchange things. and lots of pretty, pink things too.
but also my transformation into the perfect bimbo slave doll, annnndddd my erotic writing.
♡♡♡ Achieved or Maintaining.
📌 To do.
will add more pictures/links to the listed progress as it happens and as I feel inspired:
♡♡♡ Brown short hair to blonde and long. (Achieved colour change: 10/01/25. Length in progress.)
♡♡♡ Daily kneeling for a submissive mindset to my Master.
♡♡♡ Makeup practice. My favourite and always in progress.
♡♡♡ Keeping up my exercise and diet routine.
♡♡♡ Listen to files and brainwash myself daily.
♡♡♡ Gel nails maintained regularly.
♡♡♡ Bimboification of the media I consume.
♡♡♡ Reciting my mantras daily.
📌 Original weight: 299 lbs (Jan 2024.) Current weight: 239 Ibs. Current goal weight: 160 lbs. (Height: 5'8"). In progress.
📌 Bimboification of my wardrobe. In progress.
📌 Waist training. Trainer purchased.
📌 Pornification of Bambi's moans and mannerisms. In progress.
📌Jawline sculpting. (General plastic surgery improvement. Botox, maybe?)
📌 Posture / graceful movements training. Searching for a ballet or dance class.
📌 Breast lift. Saving up for.
📌 Piercings. Considering.
📌 Lash extensions. In progress.
If you'd like to contribute to Bambi's transformation – or simply reward her for being a good girl – here's a link to
hi! I'm Peach – or you can call me Bambi! my blog follows all my favourite bimbo, hypnosis, M/s, power exchange things. and lots of pretty, pink things too.
but also my transformation into the perfect bimbo slave doll, annnndddd my erotic writing.
♡♡♡ Achieved or Maintaining.
📌 To do.
will add more pictures/links to the listed progress as it happens and as I feel inspired:
♡♡♡ Brown short hair to blonde and long. (Achieved colour change: 10/01/25. Length in progress.)
♡♡♡ Daily kneeling for a submissive mindset to my Master.
♡♡♡ Makeup practice. My favourite and always in progress.
♡♡♡ Keeping up my exercise and diet routine.
♡♡♡ Listen to files and brainwash myself daily.
♡♡♡ Gel nails maintained regularly.
♡♡♡ Bimboification of the media I consume.
♡♡♡ Reciting my mantras daily.
📌 Original weight: 299 lbs (Jan 2024.) Current weight: 239 Ibs. Current goal weight: 160 lbs. (Height: 5'8"). In progress.
📌 Bimboification of my wardrobe. In progress.
📌 Waist training. Trainer purchased.
📌 Pornification of Bambi's moans and mannerisms. In progress.
📌Jawline sculpting. (General plastic surgery improvement. Botox, maybe?)
📌 Posture / graceful movements training. Searching for a ballet or dance class.
📌 Breast lift. Saving up for.
📌 Piercings. Considering.
📌 Lash extensions. In progress.
If you'd like to contribute to Bambi's transformation – or simply reward her for being a good girl – here's a link to
hi! I'm Peach – or you can call me Bambi! my blog follows all my favourite bimbo, hypnosis, M/s, power exchange things. and lots of pretty, pink things too.
but also my transformation into the perfect bimbo slave doll, annnndddd my erotic writing.
♡♡♡ Achieved or Maintaining.
📌 To do.
will add more pictures/links to the listed progress as it happens and as I feel inspired:
♡♡♡ Brown short hair to blonde and long. (Achieved colour change: 10/01/25. Length in progress.)
♡♡♡ Daily kneeling for a submissive mindset to my Master.
♡♡♡ Makeup practice. My favourite and always in progress.
♡♡♡ Keeping up my exercise and diet routine.
♡♡♡ Listen to files and brainwash myself daily.
♡♡♡ Gel nails maintained regularly.
♡♡♡ Bimboification of the media I consume.
♡♡♡ Reciting my mantras daily.
📌 Original weight: 299 lbs (Jan 2024.) Current weight: 239 Ibs. Current goal weight: 160 lbs. (Height: 5'8"). In progress.
📌 Bimboification of my wardrobe. In progress.
📌 Waist training. Trainer purchased.
📌 Pornification of Bambi's moans and mannerisms. In progress.
📌Jawline sculpting. (General plastic surgery improvement. Botox, maybe?)
📌 Posture / graceful movements training. Searching for a ballet or dance class.
📌 Breast lift. Saving up for.
📌 Piercings. Considering.
📌 Lash extensions. In progress.
If you'd like to contribute to Bambi's transformation – or simply reward her for being a good girl – here's a link to
bambi was blessed with big tits, basically born to be a silly bimbo slave doll, but can they ever reallllyyyyy be toooo big? 🫧🩷... bambi cant wait to have them enhanced even more one day 🤭🫧🩷
She looked up at him. Eyes big and pleading. Desperate. He knew what she wanted. And knew what she was begging for with those sweet, needy eyes.
He chuckled at the sight. "You know your pussy doesn't get any stimulation this week." His hand stroked down her cheek. "Don't look so sad. You wanted this, remember? Not a single stroke, rub, or vibration. Not a feather. No edging, even. And what else don't you get?"
The girl nuzzled into his palm. "Your cock," she whispered. "But please—"
"Ah ah. That's right. You don't get to feel me pounding inside of you." His thumb brushed over her swollen lips; they’d been wrapped around him only moments before.
Whimpers of frustration slipped past her and brought a smile to his face. It was Wednesday, and she'd already become so pliable. He could ask her for anything, and she'd give it without even thinking to bargain first.
Taking pity on her, he said, "I'll tell you what. Next week, when you're due an orgasm, I'll be merciful. Would you like that?"
"Yes, sir!" Her thighs drew together, her hips squirming. "Please." All she wanted was the vibe he'd held against her clit last week. . . it had felt so good to be teased, to be given any stimulation.
But anything, she'd take anything right now.
"I thought you might. So, I'll give you the option. Your orgasm, as planned. Or a trade. You can exchange it for a nice fucking instead. That'd be generous of me, wouldn't it?" He trailed a hand down her throat. "You know I don't like to go back on my word. And I did promise you an orgasm. But if you insist on giving it up, I wouldn't want my needy girl to suffer," he added, a smirk drawing up his heavenly lips.
She knew which she'd pick. And it would never be exclusively her own pleasure.
thank fuck someone said it. op couldve easily linked to this exact video on their page or given credit to the original creators rosie and alena), but instead decided to rip it off as a gif with a tacky "generated on pornhub"(eww wtf) sticker on it, and make it straight. this kind of shit genuinely makes me depressed for the future of humanity.
I didn't know where the gif had originally come from. Now that I do, I added the source, which was on their PornHub page btw, so I'm not sure why you're being all judgy about the sticker. I didn't realise people weren't allowed to make mistakes anymore.
As for it being straight, it is literally a fantasy. . . and I'm bisexual, so I write about all genders. You really need to get off your high horse because there's no way you'd criticise me for using a gif from a straight creator, especially when it takes nothing away from the post, on a sapphic story/fantasy excerpt lol.
If this truly depresses you about humanity, you need to get out more.
sorry i didnt realize it at first but youre part of that disney deer hypno bullshit so i legally cannot respect your opinion on anything. please never contact me again and consider having healthier kink habits.
She looked up at him. Eyes big and pleading. Desperate. He knew what she wanted. And knew what she was begging for with those sweet, needy eyes.
He chuckled at the sight. "You know your pussy doesn't get any stimulation this week." His hand stroked down her cheek. "Don't look so sad. You wanted this, remember? Not a single stroke, rub, or vibration. Not a feather. No edging, even. And what else don't you get?"
The girl nuzzled into his palm. "Your cock," she whispered. "But please—"
"Ah ah. That's right. You don't get to feel me pounding inside of you." His thumb brushed over her swollen lips; they’d been wrapped around him only moments before.
Whimpers of frustration slipped past her and brought a smile to his face. It was Wednesday, and she'd already become so pliable. He could ask her for anything, and she'd give it without even thinking to bargain first.
Taking pity on her, he said, "I'll tell you what. Next week, when you're due an orgasm, I'll be merciful. Would you like that?"
"Yes, sir!" Her thighs drew together, her hips squirming. "Please." All she wanted was the vibe he'd held against her clit last week. . . it had felt so good to be teased, to be given any stimulation.
But anything, she'd take anything right now.
"I thought you might. So, I'll give you the option. Your orgasm, as planned. Or a trade. You can exchange it for a nice fucking instead. That'd be generous of me, wouldn't it?" He trailed a hand down her throat. "You know I don't like to go back on my word. And I did promise you an orgasm. But if you insist on giving it up, I wouldn't want my needy girl to suffer," he added, a smirk drawing up his heavenly lips.
She knew which she'd pick. And it would never be exclusively her own pleasure.
thank fuck someone said it. op couldve easily linked to this exact video on their page or given credit to the original creators rosie and alena), but instead decided to rip it off as a gif with a tacky "generated on pornhub"(eww wtf) sticker on it, and make it straight. this kind of shit genuinely makes me depressed for the future of humanity.
I didn't know where the gif had originally come from. Now that I do, I added the source, which was on their PornHub page btw, so I'm not sure why you're being all judgy about the sticker. I didn't realise people weren't allowed to make mistakes anymore.
As for it being straight, it is literally a fantasy. . . and I'm bisexual, so I write about all genders. You really need to get off your high horse because there's no way you'd criticise me for using a gif from a straight creator, especially when it takes nothing away from the post, on a sapphic story/fantasy excerpt lol.
If this truly depresses you about humanity, you need to get out more.
She looked up at him. Eyes big and pleading. Desperate. He knew what she wanted. And knew what she was begging for with those sweet, needy eyes.
He chuckled at the sight. "You know your pussy doesn't get any stimulation this week." His hand stroked down her cheek. "Don't look so sad. You wanted this, remember? Not a single stroke, rub, or vibration. Not a feather. No edging, even. And what else don't you get?"
The girl nuzzled into his palm. "Your cock," she whispered. "But please—"
"Ah ah. That's right. You don't get to feel me pounding inside of you." His thumb brushed over her swollen lips; they’d been wrapped around him only moments before.
Whimpers of frustration slipped past her and brought a smile to his face. It was Wednesday, and she'd already become so pliable. He could ask her for anything, and she'd give it without even thinking to bargain first.
Taking pity on her, he said, "I'll tell you what. Next week, when you're due an orgasm, I'll be merciful. Would you like that?"
"Yes, sir!" Her thighs drew together, her hips squirming. "Please." All she wanted was the vibe he'd held against her clit last week. . . it had felt so good to be teased, to be given any stimulation.
But anything, she'd take anything right now.
"I thought you might. So, I'll give you the option. Your orgasm, as planned. Or a trade. You can exchange it for a nice fucking instead. That'd be generous of me, wouldn't it?" He trailed a hand down her throat. "You know I don't like to go back on my word. And I did promise you an orgasm. But if you insist on giving it up, I wouldn't want my needy girl to suffer," he added, a smirk drawing up his heavenly lips.
She knew which she'd pick. And it would never be exclusively her own pleasure.
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