âThere you go!â The sweet fiend smiled down at him. âAll nice and sweet for me, now, arenât you?â
All he could manage was a whimpered, âNnnnnâŠâ
âAw.â She giggled. âDonât worry, sweetie! Youâll be nice and giggly and bubbly pretty soon, like a good bimbo. Youâve had lots and lots of sweetening up, havenât you?â
The sweet fiend put down whatever she was handlingâsome piece of paper filled with words that swam before his dizzied eyes like seafoam in the oceanâand tutted, sitting down beside him.
Her fingers skittered around the bed next to his head, but she didnât put her finger back into his mouth for him to suck. Not even when he whimpered for it.
He tried to squirm, to reach for those sweet fingers that put him into such a blissful state, but she stroked his hair and held him down. âNo, sweet boy,â she cooed, âshh, shh. Youâre too happy and dumb and sweet to move right now, arenât you? Too happy and horny and stupid. Happy little boy bimbos like you donât need to move!â
Oh, yes. He felt his eyes glazing over as he remembered. âUnnnh,â he managed.
âShh.â She stroked his hair, petting his worries away. âShh. Thereâs my good, sweet bimbo. So happy. So empty. Too sleepy from all those orgasms to speak;, too sleepy to even beg yet.â
Her fingers teased over his lips. His tongue darted out, but everything was moving so quickly, and he was too sluggish.
âPretty soon,â she sang, âitâll be time for us to leave, sweetie, and weâll go find more sweet girls and boys for you to play with.â She reached down and ran a hand over his butt, giggling. âOr to play with you, silly. Silly little bubbly bimbo.â
He let out a little giggle at that.
âOoh, your Mistress canât wait.â Her finger danced over his pert rear. âSo many holes. So many wonderful sounds my sweet bimbo can make. I was thinking Iâd get you a fleece sprite, sweetie, so you could always be in a nice, happy trance when Iâm not around. Doesnât that sound nice?â She stroked his forehead. âYou wanna help me catch one of them? They love pretty bimbo boys like you.â
âOh, alright.â She giggled, and finally slipped her finger between his lips. He began to suck immediately, and sugary bliss flowed through his body once more. âJust a few more hours, silly boy. Then weâre gonna go get you a playmate.â
He whimpered happily, squirming just enough to grasp her hand with both of his, weakly clinging to it as he sucked and let her sweetness pour into him, let it make him into a good, silly bimbo for Mistress. Sucked his mind away, just as Mistress wanted.
âOh, bless it.â With a sigh, she reached down, and he felt her soft fingers wrap around his cock. She kept him on his belly as she stroked, kept him drowsy, practically paralyzed as she began to edge him. âMaybe just one more day canât hurt. Can it, sweetie?â
A giggle. âSuch a little bimbo.â
The sweet fiend is merciless and methodical when she begins her conquests, but that doesnât mean she doesnât have time for fun now and again.
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