Chapter 04
A bimbo is sold
Marvin rolled over in bed slowly waking up, to find Candy had gone. There was no hurry, as the bed was still warm where she had been laying, and he had little to do today. He sighed. There was always something to do, with a house full of dumb bimbo's. He chuckled at the very idea of becoming bored, with looking after four attractive women.
A gentle knock at the door brought him up on one elbow. "Come!" he said.
Candy struggled in with a tray. "I heard my master was awake, so brought breakfast in," she said, with a worried look on her face. She kept her eyes diverted from his, unsure if she had disturbed her master. "Master's maid hopes she is not intruding," she asked, while hesitating to place the tray on the bed.
He was surprised to find she had changed, into a French maid's uniform. It was in her wardrobe, but he hadn't ordered her to find it, or wear it. He patted the bed, indicating she should serve breakfast.
A big smile lit her features, on finding she had guessed correctly. She had a smooth skin, looking good for a woman in her thirties. She was also clever and articulate, until Marvin worked on her with several sessions of hypnosis. She no longer needed the drug he used to enhance the hypnotic influence. She had been thoroughly transformed into a silly blonde bimbo.
The others were intelligent too, and like Candy, had been married to wealthy men. Though, they hadn't been clever enough, to avoid a husband's wrath. Playing around with other men, or stealing from a corporation, was the reason they were here. Reducing these headstrong clever women, to frivolous bimbos, resolved the problem of what to do with them. It was a solution without fuss, or expensive lawyer fees.
"How are you this morning, Candy?" Marvin asked. He watched the flutter of her eyelashes, as she became embarrassed and confused.
"Candy is like, wow, master," she gushed, looking more like a love struck schoolgirl, than a thirty year old woman. "Thank you for making me yours, master," she said, with a girly giggle.
"How was that, Candy?" he asked, while biting into a piece of toast. It was hard to imagine this gauche girl had been a confident lady, more than able to debate with her husband's university friends.
Candy looked around her master's bedroom, feeling privileged to have spent the night there. She could hardly believe the master had allowed her to share the large ornate four poster bed.
"Thank you for fucking Candy, master, and letting Candy cum," she said, with a little girly voice. She was looking coy and cute, rotating her hips from side to side, in an alluring fashion. "It was an honor to be in master's bed, for a whole night," she squealed, with delight.
The other girls must have put her in the picture. As usual, a bimbo's first night in the house meant she got to share his bed. After a night of sexual play, the new girl would feel closer and that she belonged to him. The way she fussed around the room, straightening the bed covers, she had lost the last of her uncertainties. Candy was now devoted to him, and loved being his cute little bimbo.
On arriving at the house, Candy made friends with the other girls, listened to their advice, and modeled her behavior on theirs. She quickly fitted in with the giggle of girls. It meant she was helping to reprogram her own behavior, which pleased Marvin, as it saved him some effort.
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As with any family, there comes a time when one of the chicks has to leave the nest.
"Cindy, pay attention," Marvin said. She was standing in the study before his desk, staring into space. She wore a short flared skirt with a clinging top, as usual. The top showed off her breasts, which stuck out over a slim waist like firm melons.
He thought they looked too much, so decided not to give Candy such large breasts. Cindy's pillow lips were perfect. The beautiful rosebud shape looked as though they had been made to fit around a hard cock, which of course they had been.
He would ask Doc if Candy could have the same. It all depended on her bone structure, and what there was to build upon. Doc had a knack for exaggerating the assets of a girl's features, rather than re-building, and therefore spoiling her looks. Cindy looked just a little too much like a fantasy doll, for his liking.
The customer was satisfied though, so maybe that was all that mattered.
"Your master wants Cindy to pay attention, understood?" he patiently asked.
"Sorry, master, Cindy doll was trying to work out when it was her turn," she smiled.
"What for?" he asked. He watched her smile fetchingly, in an attempt to win him round to something. Attempting to strike a more submissive pose, she looked down at the carpet, between her feet. Only, she couldn't see past her huge breasts.
Giving up that particular pose, Cindy looked at her master, with a big open smile.
"It's my turn on Friday, to be in master's bed," she stated. "How many days does Cindy have to wait," she asked, with a dim-witted expression on her face. She looked at him full of expectation.
"That's four days," he said. He watched her count on her fingers. He studied her, wondering how he was going to break the news to her.
"Oh! That seems such a long time to wait. Cindy needs to be fucked by master. Can Cindy have master, now?" she whined. She lifted a hand to a nipple, and lowered the other to her pussy. The skirt was so short she didn't have to lift it, to get into her panties.
"Stop playing with your pussy, naughty girl. Your master has a surprise for Cindy, something special," he said.
"Is it some new clothes? Is it make-up? Oh, some sparkly jewelry? What is it, master," she expressively asked, while impatiently bouncing up and down. Her breasts bounced in the tight top. Her face looked a picture of pleasure, in anticipation of a special gift.
"Come here, to your master," Marvin ordered.
She got onto the plush carpet, to crawl around the desk, meaning to get under it. She had a look of gleeful pride, thinking she was going to suck her master's cock, as a special treat.
"No, sit here," he said, patting his knee. She looked disappointed, as she got up off her knees.
"Does master want to suck on his bimbo's big titties?" she innocently asked.
"Just listen," he firmly told her.
"How would you like a master, all to yourself?" he watched her face, revealing she was trying hard to imagine the idea. She put a finger to her mouth, and crinkled her brow.
"What about the others, master. They need you too," she quietly spoke.
"Very good Cindy. You are a marvelous little bimbo, to be thinking of others," he smiled. He pulled the top down, covering up her breasts, as they were a distraction. He noticed the pouting lips showing disappointment, for she still wanted to play, especially as he was so close to her.
It was part of the programming, to become aroused when close to her master. Sitting on his lap, left her breathing hard, needing to be played with. Or at very least, she needed to be playing with him. She would gladly suck on his cock, and would love to feel his fingers exploring her sex. She thought he should be sucking on her large breasts.
Marvin looked at the little panties on show, as the short skirt rode up. He decided not to play with her, for the bimbo could only think of one thing at a time, and he needed her full attention.
"You know there are four of you, for master to look after, and play with. That means you won't get all the attention you deserve. Cindy needs a lot of attention, more than master can give his lovely bimbo. So," he started to say, hesitating over the new situation.
"A new master will look after Cindy. The new master will give all his attention just to Cindy. Think of that Cindy. You will have a master of your own, to play with, and be played with. Cindy won't have to share with a giggle of bimbos. You will have a master to take care of you, just you," Marvin quietly said.
"Cindy loves her master," she quietly spoke, with a sob. Her shoulders heaved, as she tried to hold back the tears.
"There, there, Cindy," he comforted her. Already prepared through a number of hypnotic sessions, she was still shocked at the idea of moving away from what had become her home. He stroked her hair and pulled her head into his shoulder. Marvin wrapped his arms around her, in an effort to comfort her.
"If Cindy doesn't like her new master, she can return here," he said, with a deep soothing voice. "Look at me," he demanded, holding onto her face, looking into her eyes. "You want your master to be happy with you, don't you? Good!"
