“You are an educated, professional, independent woman,” she told her reflection. “Not some bimbo in pigtails.”
“But I like my piggies!” Her reflection countered.
“No, no I don’t,” she insisted. “He makes me wear my hair this way.”
“Cuz it’s cute!” Her reflection reminded her. “I want to look cute for him!”
“No, he wants me to want to look cute for him,” she said, confused. “He wants me to want…to want… I want…”
“I want too,” her reflection agreed. “I want and want, but then he gives me what I want and it makes me so happy, I look cute when I’m happy!”
“I am cute when I’m happy…” She conceded. “But he makes me too happy, I need to find some clothes and get out of here before he comes back!”
“There’s no such thing as too happy, silly!” Her reflection informed her. “And if I put on more clothes, they’ll hide my titties! I like my titties! I’m an educated, professional, independent woman who likes to wear piggies and show off her big titties!”
“I’m an educated, professional, independent woman who likes to wear piggies and show off her big titties…” She told her reflection.
“I’m an educated, professional, independent woman who wants to be a happy bimbo fucktoy!” Her reflection told her.
“I’m an educated, professional, independent woman who wants to be a happy bimbo fucktoy…” She confirmed.
“I’m glad we had this little talk, but he’ll be home soon,” her reflection reminded her. “You should be waiting on his bed so he can fuck you.”
“I should be waiting on his bed so he can fuck me…” She remembered.
Upon reflection, maybe she wasn’t an educated, independent professional woman. But at least she was a happy bimbo fucktoy…
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