"Is this where I will live, Mr. Howard?" Barbi asked as he opened the door to an apartment and handed her the keys.
"Yes, Barbi. This is yours. I've covered the first month's rent until you receive your paychecks." She walked into a studio apartment furnished with different parts of the room separated cleverly by furniture and folding screens. "I had your belongings delivered." He pointed at the boxes on the floor. "Your personal items and clothes. I will pick you up tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM, and we'll go shopping."
"Shopping? Not to work?" she asked.
He must have seen her looking at the boxes, "Barbi, I don't think your existing clothes are appropriate for a bimbo like you, especially not the way I want you dressed at work," he clarified. "You'll need both work clothes and your old clothes which will be better for some other times in public."
She nodded. "Okay, Mr. Howard. You know best."
It was late Sunday afternoon. He kissed her on the forehead, "Spend the rest of the day unpacking, arranging your clothes and belongings. There is a little food in the kitchen, and we'll find a nearby grocery store tomorrow."
"Thank you, Mr. Howard, you know best." He turned to leave, but she stopped him. "Do I have to be dressed in here, Mr. Howard? I think I like being naked naked." She giggled at the words.
"You can be naked all you want in your apartment, but only in your apartment." He locked his eyes on hers. "Understand, Barbi? Only inside your apartment."
She threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Thank you, Mr. Howard. You really are the best." She looked at him, "Did I already say that? Well, it's very true."
He turned to leave and turned again to her as he pulled the door open. She was already out of her blouse and unclasping the bra. She smiled at him, and he left. With the bra off, she twisted her shoulders and watched her big breasts swing. Hmmmm, she loved the way they looked and felt. She like being naked, she thought. Wouldn't a bimbo like being naked? Of course, she thought. Yes, she remember, coming back in flashes, bimbos like being naked … and fucking … and sucking. Bimbos like men and making men happy and making men happy makes a bimbo happy. It all came rushing back to her, and she spun around in a circle with her breasts swinging and long blonde hair flying. When she stopped spinning, she stripped off the rest of her clothes.
"Oh … yessss …" she said out loud. "Definitely naked naked naked." And, she laughed as she spun around again.
Halfway through emptying the boxes, she needed to use the bathroom. It had the only door in the room, except for the one going to the hallway. She stood looking in the mirror after. The bathroom had a tub and a shower attachment. She gazed at myself in the mirror. "You look goody good, you fuckable bimbo," she remembered Mr. Howard's words. That was when she spotted the razor and cream on the sink counter. Where did they come from, she wondered. She looked again in the mirror. Her blonde hair is on her crotch. It was blonde and sparse but still … Bimbos have bald cunts, she remembered. Remembered? Remembered from where? She shrugged her shoulders, turned, and began filling the tub, forgetting the boxes. She needed to have a baldy bald cunt, she giggled.
* * * *
"Good morning, Mr. Howard!" she exclaimed, maybe a bit too loudly. That was how happy she was, though. She was out of treatment, she had no addiction urges or memory of them, and she was a happy, horny bimbo on her first full day free.
"Good morning, dear," he replied as he opened the passenger door of his big, shiny, black sedan in front of the apartment building's front door. Once he was in the car, he turned to her with a debit card in his hand. "This is for you, Barbi. I have put $3,000 on it, which should cover you to your paycheck."
"Oh … wow … Mr. Howard!" She looked at the debit card before putting it in her small purse. "I don't know how I can thank you. I will, though. I'll think of something, I promise."
"Don't worry, my dear bimbo. I already know how you will begin thanking me."
"Oh, Mr. Howard, I should have known. You're so smart. I'm just a ditzy bimbo, but you tell me what to do and I'll do it. Right, Mr. Howard?" He nodded with a smile.
He took her to a boutique called Jasmine's Erotic & Sensual Clothes. Inside, Mr. Howard left her to roam among the racks of clothes: dresses, skirts, and blouses. She was surprised at how short the skirts and dresses were. He went to talk to the store manager, who glanced her way several times as the woman nodded her head. The woman was a decade older than Barbi and maybe a bit more, but very attractive. Her skirt and blouse looked like they were from the store, but not quite as short as some Barbi had seen.
"This woman will be assisting us in finding the right clothes for you, Barbi," he said. "I want you to cooperate fully with her."
"Of course, Mr. Howard." Barbi smiled at the woman and waited for direction. She seemed to be waiting, too.
"What are you looking for, dear?" the woman finally asked.
Barbi stared at her. Clothes, obviously, she thought. "Mr. Howard, what kinds of clothes am I looking for?" She turned back to the woman. "Mr. Howard is smart. He'll know." The woman stared at her for a moment before turning to him.
He and the woman moved around the shop ***********ing items until there was a big pile. She had another younger woman assist to carry them to the dressing room area. Mr. Howard sat in a chair outside the dressing room. Barbi was told to undress completely, as something about her bra and panties would interfere with the image of the outfits. She merely shrugged and did as she was told. Naked, she tried on the first skirt. She fastened it and stepped out of the tiny room.
"Oh, no, dear," the woman said excitedly. She turned Barbi to the full-length mirror. Barbi could see her cunt below the skirt. She wasn't sure if the woman meant because Barbi was naked on top or her cunt was showing.
"Barbi, you shaved your hair," Mr. Howard observed.
"Yes, sir, I thought that was what you wanted when I saw the razor and cream at the sink. Was I wrong, sir?" She turned to the woman, "I wouldn't be surprised. I'm rather ditzy."
"No, dear, you were right," he replied. Barbi beamed.
"Okay," the woman said to get Barbi’s attention back. "This skirt can't be worn at the waist. Everyone would see your …"
"My cunt?" she asked calmly.
"Exactly. Pretty as it is, it shouldn't be for public display. You need to wear it lower on your hips. Let me show you." She unsnapped it and pushed the waist down on Barbi’s hips and refastened it. "There, see? Your cu … you are covered now." The woman turned to Mr. Howard. "Panties or thong?"
"She'll take thongs: lace and different colors, sheer if possible."
Once the skirts were figured out by size, she had Barbi try on dresses that were the same style. Very, very short.
"I prefer backless and deep plunging in front," Mr. Howard said.
"She is busty, isn't she?" the woman commented. "You want built-in support for her boobs?"
"No," he replied, "she likes her breasts to move, don't you, Barbi?"
"Oh, yes," Barbi said as she twisted her shoulders so her big breasts swung. "See? I love how they move."
Mr. Howard added, "As much exposure while providing coverage." He watched, "Blouses should be semi-sheer so her nipples are evident underneath."
Almost done, but she still needed stockings. No pantyhose for her, he said. Stockings or bare legs. He indicated an assortment of thigh-high stockings. She tried one on to get the right sizing and length. She stepped out of the little dressing room only wearing the stockings.
"Oh dear," the woman gasped, "she has no problem with nudity, does she?"
Mr. Howard chuckled, "No, she doesn't seem to have much modesty at all."
"Dear," the woman added, shaking her head, "put on one of the skirts over it."
Barbi did as instructed. Mr. Howard said, "The tops will likely be showing, it appears. Let's have the tops lacy and some with decorative features like little flowers or bows."
Last were shoes. High heels only, it seemed. The woman asked if Barbi had worn them and what height. She shrugged. She thought about it, but couldn't come up with a memory. The woman had her try two-inch heels, then three-inch, and four-inch heels. She teetered a bit at first on the four inch but Mr. Howard like them the best. He had her walk away from the dressing room area and back.
I heard him say to the woman, "See how they make her calves pop? Perfect."
The woman giggled. “She is naked except for stockings and shoes, and she seems to be unconcerned that she just walked into the rest of the shop where other people are shopping. I also see what she means by her boobs moving."
* * * *
They were in the car with bags of clothes, stockings, and shoes in the trunk. "Where are we going now, sir?"
"My house, Barbi. Would you like to go to my house? You can start thanking me there," he replied.
"Ooooo, yes," she responded, "I bet your house is really, really nice. I think that because you're so nice … at least to me … and I think you have lots of money." I twisted in the seat belt to partially face him. "You know I want to thank you, Mr. Howard. You said you knew how I could. How will I thank you, huh? Huh, Mr. Howard?"
"You can show me how much you appreciate all I have done for you, and it will fulfill what a good bimbo is good for." She twisted back in her seat facing forward, and bounced several times. Before leaving the store, she had put on her old clothes, but without any underwear. She looked down as she bounced. She really did like how her big breasts bounce. She was glad Mr. Howard didn't have her buy any bras.
"Wow, Mr. Howard!" she exclaimed. "I was right! Your house is very, very nice. I knew it would be."
They left the purchases in the trunk, and he led her into the house. It was two stories. The entry was huge and rose up the full two stories. Upstairs, he explained, were the bedrooms, his and guest rooms. He said he would show her the house, "But, first, I will have rules for you in my house," he said. Barbi turned to him expectantly, eagerly. "You have a very small apartment, dear." She nodded. It was still nice, though, she thought, because it was hers. "Because it is so small, I thought you would like to spend weekends and some nights here with me since this is such a big house."
She threw her arms around his neck, "Oh, Mr. Howard!" she exclaimed as she hugged him hard. She pulled back a bit, her face beaming with joy. She kissed him. "You really, really are the best of the best, Mr. Howard. But, see? You just keep giving and giving to me. When do I get to thank you?"
"Well … that's what I wanted to explain to you, Barbi." She bounced by raising on her toes and falling to her heels. "The clothes we bought today will be how you dress for the office and when you are out with me. I love your sexy, bimbo body, Barbi. You have the kind of body that begs to be shown off." She clapped her hands, and he smiled.
"There must be more, though, right, sir?" She thought for a moment. Rules. "You said something about rules for me. Tell me my rules, Mr. Howard. Tell me, tell me."
He smiled. He had allowed himself the hope of having a woman willing to give up some sex. Instead, he had stumbled onto that disgraced scientist, and his hopes changed dramatically. He was still questioning how real it was … and if it would last or might she revert back.
"Okay, Barbi. Calm down so you can remember, okay?"
She stopped clapping and bouncing, clutching her hands together tightly to control her excitement and anticipation.
"First," he said, watching her closely as the first test, "when you enter my house, you will strip naked." Her eyes got big and, if she were not a ditzy bimbo, she might have noted a flash of concern on his face. But she was a ditzy bimbo. She threw her arms around his neck, again. She liked holding him, she thought. She did, she did, she did, she thought and knew. "Why are you hugging me, Barbi?"
"Thank you … again! You keep making me happy, Mr. Howard. You know how much I like being naked. I can really be naked every time I am in your house?" she asked excitedly.
"Every time, dear." He said and accepted her kiss. "There may be times when I want you dressed or partially dressed, but I will tell you when and how. Do you understand?"
She nodded, her face beaming. She quickly began unbuttoning the blouse and pushing off the skirt. After kicking off her flat shoes, she stood before him naked. "I like your rule, sir. What other rules do you have for me?"
"That's it for now. I will add more as we go. I'll also have rules for you at the office." She was smiling. He looked down at her big breasts. "Your nipples are hard, Barbi."
She nodded as she gazed into his face, "Yes, sir. My cunny is wet, too. Very, very wet."
"Do you want to start thanking me?" She nodded. "Before or after I show you the rest of the house?"
"Before, sir. Please … please … I know how your bimbo can thank you."
"How?" he asked simply.
"You said I was a big-breasted, sexy, fuckable, ditzy bimbo, sir. I know what bimbos are, sir. I know I like to fuck and suck. I know I want to make men happy by fucking and sucking their cocks. I know that when I make men happy, I will be happy. Right, Mr. Howard? I'm going to be a really good bimbo for you, Mr. Howard. Was that what you meant when you said you knew how I could thank you? Was it? Say it was. Am I right?"
"You are exactly right, Barbi." He took her hand. She thought he was going to take her upstairs to the bedroom, but he didn't. He took her into the kitchen nearby. She was confused. Fucking was the bedroom. The kitchen is cooking. He led her to a small table surrounded on three sides by windows. She was still confused. Kitchen tables are for eating. He turned her to him. She stared at him, searching for an explanation, but she was just ditzy. She knew she would figure it out. He took her hand and placed it on the front of his slacks.'
She smiled, "Oooo … you are hard!" She said excitedly. “And, it feels sooo big.”
"Very," he replied. "I've had to sit and watch you try on clothes and expose your bimbo body to everyone. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, Barbi. I've wanted to fuck you since I met you in prison." She watched him with a smile on her face. She kind of remembered the prison, but she was focused, as much as she could, on his telling how he wanted to fuck her. Bimbos like to be fucked. "There will be times you will need to suck me hard before we fuck."
"But not now, right, Mr. Howard? You're going to fuck me now?"
"Do you think that will be a good way to thank me?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Howard. I think I need to thank you a lot," she giggled. He smiled.
He turned her to the table and pressed her forward until she was pressed onto the table top, her big breasts mashed against the surface. He nudged her feet, and she parted them wide. This is strange, she thought. But, as if recognizing her confusion, "We're going to fuck a lot of different ways and in a lot of different places, my bimbo. This is just the first."
"Oh, goody, sir. Please fuck me with your hard cock. I'm your bimbo, right, sir? And a bimbo likes to fuck. Fuck me whenever and wherever you want so I can thank you."
She hadn't even noticed what he was doing behind me until she felt his cock at her wet cunt. He moved the head over the lips, glancing off her clit and pausing at her hole. He pressed his cock to spread the lips and open her hole. "Oh fuck," he gasped. "You are so wet. Such a good bimbo." He pressed more and his cock sank further inside. She hadn't even had the chance to see his cock, but it felt so, so good ... good as it moved deeper. "Oh, Barbi," he groaned. "You fucking bimbo. Your cunt is wet and hot and tight. Squeeze your cunt around my cock."
She concentrated. She felt his cock moving deeper and deeper. God, he must have a big cock, she thought. She felt his cock inside her cunt and she focused on that as she flexed her cunt muscles. "Like … ooooooo … like that … hmmmm … am I … doing it … like you want?" she gasped out.
"Perfect. Fuck … you are a good … such a good bimbo."
She almost orgasmed right there. She was already a good bimbo? She swelled in pride and squeezed around him harder. She would make him cum and cum. He would fill her cunt with cum, and he would be happy, and she would be happy. She was a good bimbo, he said!
She pushed herself up onto her elbows and pressed back against his powerful thrusts. She felt full of cock. It was an amazing feeling. She searched her brain for memories of other fucks, and she was having trouble remembering specifics, but this was so much more than she felt ever before. It felt like his cock filled her completely, wall to wall, and her entire depth.
He slammed into her, their bodies smacked audibly against each other, and her DD breasts swung wildly beneath her. God, she love her big breasts. She loved how they moved and she was so so so happy that Mr. Howard like to see them move, too.
He fucked her and fucked her. He groaned and grunted, and she joined him without embarrassment or reluctance with her own moans and gasps. She love his cock filling her, pounding into her, and filling her. She cried out as she felt an enormous orgasm rising up, "OHHH … FUCK … FUCK," she cried. "You … fuck me … so well … sirrrrrrr …" she moaned.
His thrust somehow became even more powerful and intense. "What … are you," he demanded between thrusts.
"Oh … fuck," she gasped, "I am … your … bimbo … sirrrrr." she gasped and moaned under this intense assault on her cunt. "I am … your … horny … ditzy … bimbo. I … only want … to make … you happy." I pressed back against his continued thrusts. "Fuck me … fuck me … fuck me …"
And that brought her to that heavenly orgasm of pure pleasure and relief. But, still, she fucked back at him, squeezed his cock with her cunt, as he continued to fuck into her. "Cum … cum … please cum, sir. I want … I need … to feel your … cum fill me."
He did. Spurt after spurt after spurt of his cum into her cunt, filling it completely, it felt like. It seemed an amazing volume of cum, and she squeezed around his cock. She wanted to hold him inside and especially his cum.
She sagged onto the table top, and he lay on top of her, both gasping for breath. "You are … a magnificent bimbo … and fuck," he said into the side of her head.
"Thank you, sir," she gasped back, the side of her face pressed against the table top. "You were … magnificent, sir."
He pulled out slowly. She could feel his cock slowly moving from her still clasping cunt, and she moaned when it was finally gone.
"After we fuck, Barbi, I want you to clean my cock with your mouth."
She nodded and pushed herself up and slid to her knees before him and started saying, "Another rule …" Then she saw it. His cock was shiny with his cum and her orgasmic juice, and it was still hard. "Oh … my … GOD!" she exclaimed. She took his cock by her right hand at the base and then her left hand above it. The head was still exposed. "No wonder I felt so full of cock, sir," she said still being amazed. She studied the cock in her hands. Two hands on it, and she more above that. Her fuzzy mind tried to work it out. She looked up at him. "Your cock … sir. It must be … what … ten inches?" He shrugged as he watched her. "And my fingers barely go all the way around. My God, sir … no wonder it felt like a fuck from heaven." She opened her mouth and took the head inside, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. She pulled off and looked up at him. "I'm so lucky to be yours, sir. I'm the luckiest lucky bimbo ever." And, she would make sure he was happy, very, very happy.
After she was finished cleaning his cock, he pulled up his shorts and slacks. She helped zip his slacks and stood up. He was again dressed. He led her through the downstairs of his house. She was very excited. It was a wonderful house, and she was going to be lucky enough to be able to frequently spend time in it with him. She was sure that meant she would get to fuck him more and also be able to be naked, since that was the first rule he gave her.
He led me from the kitchen to the spacious family room, the large living room, and the dining room. He had a home office, and she was told she would need to be quiet when he was working in there. She nodded sincerely. Another rule. She liked rules. He took her out the back onto a large covered patio. Just off the covered patio was more patio and a pool. Beyond that was a large lawn and flower gardens.
"All around the back is tall fencing and shrubs, Barbi." She followed his hand with her eyes. "The back is quite private. Just as in the house, you will be naked out here, too."
She looked at him. Naked outside. She looked around again. She spotted a few roofs but no windows. She brightened. What was she doing, she thought. Mr. Howard gave her a rule. Even if some windows were visible … so what? "Yes, sir," she said. "Naked naked." She walked out past the patio, past the pool, and twirled in circles when she was on the grass. "Naked naked, Mr. Howard. Naked feels so good. I love the feel of the air on my skin and my big breasts swinging and bouncing. You like to watch me, too. I can tell, Mr. Howard. Thank you for letting me be naked."
She rushed back to him, her breasts bouncing, and gave him a kiss. "What about the upstairs?" she questioned.
He smiled. He took her hand and led her back inside, up the stairs, and stopped at the top. He turned left and pointed out his large master bedroom suite with a balcony overlooking the backyard. Across the hall was what he called a quiet reading personal space. Down the other side of the upstairs were four smaller guest rooms. He opened the door to one. Inside was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room. There was a small dresser against one wall. The walls were bare. He led her inside.
"This will be the playroom, Barbi. We will undoubtedly fuck in every room in the house and outside in the back. But this will be the room we will use most frequently for fucking. The bed is covered only with sheets because we won't sleep in this bed. This bed is only for fucking."
She walked to the bed and ran her hand over the fitted sheet. She turned back to him with one hand on her breast and the other between her thighs. "Have you used this room like this before, sir?"
"No, Barbi. I thought of this room only after I realized I would have my bimbo Barbi."
She smiled and stepped back to him. She placed her hand over his crotch and kissed him. "Can we try it, sir? Can christed … crisssan … what's the word, sir?"
"You mean christen like breaking it in for the first time?"
"That's it. Wow … I'm lucky to have you, sir. You're so smart and I'm so dumb," she said, shaking her head. "What was I saying?"
"I think you wanted to try the bed out for the first time. Was that it?"
She beamed. "Yes, yes ...that would be good, good. We need to try the playroom bed out."
"Okay, my bimbo, but you'll need to get me hard again. I just filled your cunt with cum, remember."
"Oh … yes, sir," she giggle, "I do remember you cumming in my cunt." She kissed him as she began loosening his belt. "Let me get you out of these clothes. Then you can lie on the bed, and I will get you hard." She giggle, "I am so lucky, sir. I get to suck you hard and THEN feel your cock inside my cunny."