bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Out of the Friend Zone, Into the Sire – Part 2“If you’
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Out of the Friend Zone, Into the Sire – Part 2“If you’d like to sign on the dotted line sir”Derrick got lost in the nurse’s seemingly endless cleavage as he checked himself in. Despite her impressive contours and sugar sweet smile he knew deep down that he only had eyes for his doll in progress. That said he followed just behind as she led the way, marvelling at her bouncing behind hoisted up by the skyhigh stilettos.On that fateful night he had returned to Jemima’s home to find her broken and defeated. The sounds she made, a half sob, half groan, almost made him feel a little sympathetic. That was until he released her body and she crumpled to the floor. There, curled up and sighing with relief she looked at her most vulnerable. When he reached out his hand she took it and allowed him to guide her away as he had expected. That was almost a week ago.The nurse stopped at a cream coloured door. Everything in the bimbo conversion looked plain and sparse mixed with a complete lack of identity. Derrick supposed it fitted with the minds of the patients within. The only thing that separated this door with the countless others was the tiny plaque on the front.“Room B, Jemima Jones”, he read quietly, musing over the italic font.He watched as the nurse knelt down beside the lock. That was when he noticed the collar clamped tightly around her neck. Several chains were attached to it, all winding down between her bulging breasts. When she plunged her fingers into the cleavage she produced one of several keys that must have been clasped to the ends and pushed it into the lock. She rose and pushed open the door, stepping back politely to allow him inside.Derrick found her absorbed in a mirror, turning this way and that as she admired her reflection. In fact she was so lost that she only noticed he was in the room when the door slammed behind him.“Sire, you came”, Jemima squealed, tottering over as fast as her heels would allow and flinging her arms around his neck in a tight embrace.BMBO were right, they were always right. After a few days of resistance her will had finally caved and she saw him as a lover rather than a friend. Her affections had grown and grown with each visit until now she was completely infatuated with him.“Sire?” He muttered as his hands stopped exploring and he pushed her back so he could admire her properly.“Yes, your new title”, she smiled curtsying as if he was a king. “Do you approve?”“It’s…different”, he remarked, more concerned with her marvellously tanned body and freshly plumped lips than words.“Sire, when do I get to leave this place? I want to have some fun with you”.Jemima scrabbled to release his belt and he had to force her devious hands away. Derrick knew there were cameras, both hidden and on show, all over the room. He didn’t want to suddenly find himself in one of BMBO Media’s shows. Coitus at the Clinic was fun to watch but he wasn’t eager to star in it.“Soon, babe, soon”, Derrick muttered reassuringly. “You’ve got the right spirit but you’ll have to undergo some surgeries before we can let you leave”.He could see the conflict etched across her face and he was delighted. Eagerness to leave and fuck combined with a desire to receive the perfect bimbo contours. He rewarded her with a deep French kiss.Derrick had to quickly leave after that before the temptation to have his way with her got the better of him. A rap on the door brought the nurse back and after Jemima had spilled a flood of tears he slipped out.“Is the doll to your liking sir?” The nursed asked as she guided him towards the exit. “I can pass on a message to the men assigned to her development”.That caught Derrick’s attention. How was a dumb bimbo supposed to remember anything he said? Then as if to confirm his imminent question she pulled back her nurse outfit so that one of her bare breasts were on show. “You have speakers built into your nipple piercings”, he remarked in surprise. “Well now that you ask I want to emphasise again how much of a doll I want her to be. Dull and lifeless and then eager and energetic almost at the flick of a switch”.“Certainly sir”, she purred snuggling her tit back into her suit once more. “Your wish is our desire”.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link