Bambi the Bimbo: His Perfect Toy

Bambi the Bimbo: His Perfect Toy

I had always thought of myself as focused, professional, and sharp… until he brought out Bambi the Bimbo. My boss had other plans for me, and slowly he began reshaping the way I thought about myself. It started in subtle ways, and I hardly noticed at first. However, every time he praised me for being pretty rather than smart, I felt a rush of warmth inside me. Gradually, those feelings began to reshape me, and before I realized it, I was becoming exactly what he wanted.

Although I still came into work each day as Skylar, professional and poised, he had given me another name for when I was with him. That name was Bambi the Bimbo. Every time he whispered it into my ear, my spine tingled and my thighs pressed together. At first, I resisted the idea of being turned into something so simple, but the way he touched me, the way his eyes lingered on me, made it impossible to say no.

Bambi the Bimbo was hiding just under the surface.

One afternoon, after a long morning of meetings, he called me into his office. The door closed behind me, and I already knew what was coming. He leaned back in his chair, his voice deep and steady, and told me to take off my blouse. My hands trembled, but I obeyed. As the fabric slipped from my shoulders, I felt myself sliding from Skylar into Bambi the Bimbo. My lips parted, my eyes softened, and I became the eager, empty thing he trained me to be.

Because he enjoyed watching the transformation, he took his time. He instructed me to kneel between his legs, and while I unzipped him, I felt my mind quiet. The worries of the day disappeared, and the only thing Bambi the Bimbo could think about was his cock thickening in my hand. As my mouth opened, I realized that this was the only task that truly mattered. I licked him slowly, and then I took him deep, gagging softly while he held my head. Each thrust made me sink further into the role of his bimbo, and each droplet of spit sliding down my chin reminded me that Skylar was gone for now.

After several minutes, he pulled Bambi the Bimbo up by my hair.

My lipstick smeared, my eyes watery, I looked at him as if Bambi the Bimbo were begging for more. He spun me around and bent me over his desk. The cool wood pressed against my breasts, and then he shoved my skirt up to expose my soaked panties. When he slid them down and entered me, I gasped so loudly it echoed off the office walls.

He pounded into me with an authority that made my legs quiver. His grip on my hips was bruising, yet I melted under the control. Every stroke made me moan louder, and every sound I made seemed to encourage him to take Bambi the Bimbo harder. My mind emptied completely. There were no more thoughts about meetings, reports, or deadlines. There was only cock, only the slick rhythm of him owning me, only the way Bambi cried out for more.

The shame was delicious, feeding Bambi the Bimbo inside me

My hair tangled across my face, my nails scratched the surface of the desk, and my body shook from the force of his thrusts. He leaned close, breathing heavily, and told me that I was his office slut… not some sissy bride. Hearing those words while being filled so deeply made me gush all over him. My climax ripped through me until my vision blurred.

Even after he finished inside me, I stayed bent over the desk in a puddle, panting like a toy that had been used. He smacked my ass and told me to fix my clothes. Slowly, I stood, still trembling, and buttoned my blouse again. As the fabric covered my flushed skin, I felt Skylar return. Yet deep inside, I knew that Bambi was always waiting. Because every time he called her name, she came crawling back, ready to please, ready to serve, and ready to be the perfect office slut for him and his kinky fantasy.

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