A message flashed on Bella's phone before she left the car. She deleted it though, before she could remember what it said. The message was from Jen. It turned into a forgotten conversation. The first part with something about being such a good bimbo fuckslut, then some lovely suggestions to try with Steve. There was almost certainly some irresistible commands for the forgetful slut to follow, despite the fact that she forgot all about the conversation.
"I really am becoming an obedient bimbo maid," Bella thought lustfully to herself as she prepared to return to the party.
She was suddenly thinking about the way that her body had practically moved on its own in there, no thoughts, just lust, just desire to please and to be seen as a horny bimbo toy. She could hardly believe the way she had just bent over and wiggled seductively, so scantily clad as she served her friends, like a submissive bimbo slut.
"Oh gosh, I really am a slut," she thought blissfully and automatically, as her perception shifted to align with Jen's suggestions. "It's just. This is really powerful stuff. My body was practically moving on its own and my mind could only think about obedient bimbo bliss. I guess it was all just too overwhelming and I needed an excuse to clear my head for a few minutes."
The suggestible bimbo giggled to herself and looked at the half full butane lighter. She could not remember what had just happened, but she had an explanation and didn't bother questioning it because bimbos never need to think through anything thoroughly.
Jen had said something about that. Good bimbos don't needs to knows. Bella felt ditzy when she thought about that because she could not remember what it was exactly that she didn't needs to knows. That didn't matter though because it was time to return and to serve cigars.
The eager slut slid back into her jacket and walked into the living room. She didn't need to know why it took a full twenty eight minutes to return with the same half empty lighter she had left with. Her outfit was stunning. Her makeup was looking lovely, and she was ready to be a bimbo maid.
Everyone inside was seated comfortably on a pair of leather couches in the corner of the room. Steve and Tom were lounging on the sofa on the left, relaxing with the reclining seats laid back. Amanda and Nick sat on the other couch, nursing the last few sips of their beers.
All eyes turned to Bella when she walked into the room. They couldn't help but focus intently, almost mesmerized, as she slid out of the Jacket.
She did it slow and sexy, like a stripper, revealing that same seductive red and black outfit that held them captivated and made her feel like a total slut.
"
Oh gosh, your bottles are almost empty,
" Bella began, slipping seamlessly back into her role as the obedient bimbo maid. "
I'd better go grab some refills.
"
The sexy bimbo made a delightfully seductive show of swaying her hips, back and forth, as she walked to fridge. There was something hypnotic about the way that she swung her hips, back and forth, exaggerated as she slowly walked away. The sight was even more irresistible after she bent over to retrieve five beers from the fridge.
The L shaped couch arrangement in the corner of the living room was pointed purposely at a large wall mounted flat screen television. That screen that was blank and empty at the moment, and there was a much more enticing show for the four onlookers. The open floor plan of the kitchen gave a perfect view from the couch of Bella's dampened panties and her ass delightfully swaying, back and forth, as the bimbo slut slowly rummaged through the fridge.
She really took her time in there and let her ass sway back and forth three times as she slowly grabbed the bottles. There were two thoughts left in her head, serving and looking like a slut, and oh gosh that last one turned her on so much.
On some level she realized that neither of those thoughts were her own, that she had zero control over her mind and body right now. She needed to sway, back and forth, and seduce with her bimbo body as she served obediently.
Steve and the guests were fascinated by her perfect pair of soft round cheeks in red lacy panties wiggling and jiggling and swaying seductively, back and forth, for them.
The sight of Bella's bouncy breasts were equally hypnotic when the bimbo turned and slowly returned with more intoxicating beverages. Watching her felt like you are being entranced by every subtle motion, every seductive sway of her hips, every jiggle, and every bounce.
The sexy bimbo maid made sure to sway her hips, back and forth, and jiggle and bounce her chest so that everyone stayed captivated as she uncapped another round. The ditzy bimbo didn't need to think or remember what was happening. She just needed to know who was looking at her body and where.
Nick seemed to be focused mostly on her jiggly chest. Tom and Amanda could not take their eyes off of Bella's beautiful butt. Steve's eyes though, she noticed, had focused all the way down at her feet.
Bella didn't needs to knows why she knew that Steve was developing a newfound fetish for her feet. She knew that she looked absolutely stunning with that neon pink toe polish in those open toed black heels. She flaunted that fact with each and every step, because she knew that sexy bimbos love to please and tease and turn people on with every inch of their bodies.
Before she realized it, Bella had opened up all the drinks and was bending over to serve cigars. She was holding a box of Arturo Fuentes. Her hands were moving on their own, slowly unwrapping one like a hypnotist unwrapping the last pesky shell of resistance from a soon to be empty and obedient mind. Then she snipped the tip and held the flame below Amanda's cigar, slowly twirling it round and around in her fingertips until it was evenly lit.
One by one, she went around the room, bending over to serve and sway, back and forth, until everyone was satisfied. It felt so good to be the center of attention and to get to please everyone, but then suddenly everyone was served and the conversation shifted.
"
So what's the next batch you're brewing up?
" Nick asked, turning his attention away from the horny bimbo.
Steve started talking a lot about smart people brewing stuff that the ditzy bimbo feel too dumb to know. They were like, so smart, totally knowing way more about making beer than a silly bimbo could try to wrap her empty hazy ditzy bimbo thoughts around.
Jen was so right, like smart people look away from sexy bimbos when they gotta focus on smart things. It made Bella feel so dumb to think about it, and that made her feel so happy, so she giggled and bounced and took a puff of her cigar.
She breathed the tasty smoke into her mouth, then held it there for a moment savoring a subtle spicy earthy flavor, before slowly exhaling and taking a sip of beer.
The pumpkin spiced ale overwhelmed and washed the cigar flavor from her mouth. Then it lingered as she took another puff. They tasted pretty good together, which only encouraged everyone to get more inebriated.
It may have been the alcohol, or it might have been the bimbofying conditioning from Jen, but the rest of the afternoon seemed to slip by in the blink of an eye. Bella was there, ready and eager to be an obedient bimbo maid, whenever a bottle ran dry and someone wanted more to drink. The more she embraced her role, the hazier and foggier things became until time blurred away in hazy bimbo bliss.
