I don't remember very much about that first night. I only clearly remember seeing the package outside my door and the way I felt inside knowing it was going to be something for Bambi. Bambi the Bimbo Slave. I felt the wetness dripping down my pussy lips and the familiar ache to be filled return to my cunt and throat immediately.
However entering into my apartment that day I was also very nervous and scared. I had a feeling that this package was important. I knew that whatever was inside was going to change me even more than I had already been changed. I briefly thought about throwing it away unopened but it was like the contents already had a powerful spell over me. I had to open it. I had to wear whatever was inside. I had to be the Perfect Bimbo Whore and in order to be the Perfect Bimbo Slut, I HAVE to be BAMBI.
Inside the envelope, delicately wrapped in a black tissue paper, lay A Pink Leather Collar. A commanding pink collar with a hoop for a leash and the attached nipple clamps which dangled ominously in front of my eyes on long metal chains. Bambi noticed immediately that the clamps could be adjusted to different tensions. Bambi knew immediately that her Bimbo Titties were going to start growing and aching with the proper tools and procedures.