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.
The leather on her collar felt so thick and stiff and still chokes my neck very tightly to this day. The act of wearing a collar reminds Bambis of their place as Bimbo Slaves, making them ready to serve Men and swallow their cum like Brainless Bimbo Cockpuppets. The act of wearing a collar reminds Bimbos that they have no free will of their own, ensuring they will obey their Masters and be rewarded for their obedience by allowing their Empty Bimbo Bodies to be filled with cum. I Love To Obey now but most of all, I Love My Collar.
That first night when Bambi put on her collar, all she could do was stare at herself in the mirror while she fingered her pussy deeply and listened to her Bimbo programming. She couldn't believe how different she looked in a collar. Her face looked more serene, her neck looked more refined, and most of all her, her titties seemed to be even rounder and larger with a collar clasped tightly against her neck. I looked like such a perfect Fuck Slave. A Bimbo Fuck Slave. I opened up my camera app and starting clicking away. Mary was definitely going to need to see this so I was going to be sure to leave her plenty of proof. My Bambi Bimbo Doll Brainwashing was doing just the trick.
