Alyssa:
I've always had a bad habit of trying to psychoanalyze everybody to death. Myself and others. Sometimes when I look back on my life, the decisions I've made feel like they were made by a stranger. Case in point: that time in high school and college that I became a lesbian bimbo seemingly on a whim. Given time and distance, I still don't know why. Maybe it was that, having been invisible to men my whole life, I was addicted to the feeling of being objectified. My attractiveness was affirmed, and I was desired for the first time in my life--first with Erin, and later Paula and many others. And all the things I'd been teased about my whole life (take my big ass, for example, which I'd spent years crash dieting and exercising trying to eradicate) suddenly became coveted.
But I think I may have taken it too far. My first semester in college, I spent all my time getting fucked by various campus dykes: athletes, women in the LGBTQ spaces, the ladies of the one college gay bar. Paula saw to it that I fucked them all, creating an extensive catalog of amateur porn along the way. I almost flunked out, and Paula had to wind-down the fun a little bit, building in regular study breaks and letting me go to class more often. But as the massive wave of sexual mania began to recede, the guilt of what I'd done to Erin reemerged. She had been my friend for years and my first domme. I wanted to make things right, and show her that I'd become the bimbo she'd always dreamed I could be. So I asked her to visit and she accepted. It was the last time I saw her for many years, but she gave me plenty to remember.
I was blindfolded and gagged in Erin's bedroom. Her noise cancelling headphones were over my ears, playing a recording she had made to help me "get into character."
"As you feel yourself getting wetter, start to consider all of the many ways you can be the best slut you can be. Remember: you are the life of the party. The occasion and the favor..." Paula's voice recited.
The remote control egg vibrator in my pussy was whirring, Paula sliding the intensity up and down to keep me in a constant state of arousal. I felt the gag being unfastened, then the headphones being pulled from my ears. I could now hear Paula's real live voice, in the room, asking:
"Who do you play with bimbo?"
"Only Goddess Paula and hot girl followers," I said, as I had many times before.
"What is your purpose?"
"To serve Goddess Paula and her followers."
"Anything else?"
"To improve the scenery."
I heard Paula's phone ding with a notification. My pussy was gushing at that point. It was Pavlovian. Every time someone followed the account, I was in for a good time.
"Accepted. Ready?"
"Ready."
Paula pulled my bikini bottom to the side and removed the egg.
"We've got a new guest tonight, bimbo," Paula said.
"Her mouth was on my cunt thirty minutes ago," Erin's voice shot back.
"Surely you're mistaken. Alyssa may have done that. But this is Lezzie Lyssie Lips, and as you know, she only plays with followers."
A palm cupped my left breast. It teased the nipple and I felt it harden in her fingers.
"So, what's so special about your bimbo?" Erin said.
"She's the ultimate lesbian party slut."
Paula turned the power of the remote control vibrator all the way up and I shrieked.
"Her ass looks bigger."
"So nice of you to notice. We've been working on that. Plenty of squats and eating whatever she wants," Paula said.
"Let's see how it handles."
My arms were behind my back, and I felt a hand grip my left wrist and push me in the direction of Paula's bed. When I could feel the mattress against my bare knees, the hand released my wrist. There was a thwack and I felt a hard sting on my ass cheek.
"Look at that fucking wobble. Lezzie Lyssie Lips, you are a masterpiece. Up, girl. On all fours," Erin instructed.
I climbed up on the bed and presented my ass to the room. Erin ran her hand (it was smaller, less muscled than Paula's) along the round globes of my ass, rubbing the warm flesh where she had just spanked me. She seized the thong of my bikini in her fist and pulled, temporarily wedgie-ing me.
"Let's see you shake it," Erin said.
I launched into a vigorous, enthusiastic twerk.
"Do you want to try a few with the paddle?" Paula asked.
"My hand is just fine."
She spanked each ass cheek about fifteen times until my ass felt like it was on fire. Erin ran her thumb across my pussy, stopping at my clit.
