Short Story: Bimbo Toy

Male's Point of View - Bimbo - Hypnosis

​“I think you would look good as a blonde.” I commented as I watched her sit next to me. 

“What? Oh... Right...” she said as she grabbed a lock of her hair. “I guess I would...” she said trailing off. 

She couldn’t hide anything from me and it was clear something was bothering her.

“Something wrong honey?” I asked. 

“It’s nothing...” She said as she looked up at me. 

My eyes narrowed and she swallowed. 

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“It’s really nothing!” she said quickly. “Just some silly thought in my air headed brain... I was just like... Thinking that you know... My hair color was the only thing you didn’t change... I mean... I... I barely recognize myself in the mirror.” 

“I see...” I said as I relaxed. “Why does that give you pause? Don’t you want to look pretty for me?” 

“YES!” she said immediately. “That’s not it at all! I would love to change my hair color if you think I would look sexier as a blonde.” 

“So why the long face just now?” I said.

“Because...” she said looking down. “I was just wondering why you started to go out with me if all you wanted was to make me look like a completely different person...” 

I smiled. 

“I’ll stop you right there.” I said as I took her chin in my hand, making her look at me. “I’m not changing you to make you look like someone else. I’m evolving you towards the beauty you are inside. I just want your outside features to show off how incredible you are inside. That’s all.” 

She blushed at my comment. I didn’t look, but I could tell that her thighs were rubbing against each other. 

“That’s like... One of the nicest things you ever said to me...” she said as I noticed her cheeks turn a delicious shade of red.

“Feeling better now?” I asked. “Or do you want me to relax you?” 

She smiled as she looked deep into my eyes. 

“Hhhmm,,,, Relax me please!” she asked sweetly. “You know I can never get enough...” 

“Ok babe... “ I said as I took a deep breath. “Just look into my eyes... Let your mind wander off... No worries... No thoughts... Just you and your special hypnotic space... Just sink for me... Completely safe... Completely relaxed... And slip effortlessly into your BIMBO DREAMS.”

Her eyes glazed over as her trance trigger took hold. 

“Now... Just relax and tell me who you are inside.” 

“Yes Sir...” she said slowly. “I am a fun loving bimbo. I love to be owned. I love to be told what to do because I don’t have to think. I love to have fun and love it more when I get to show off my talents. As a bimbo, my talents are for pleasing and exciting men. I love to please and excite men. I strive to be the best bimbo toy I can for my owner.”

I smiled at her well rehearsed litany.

“And remind me...” I said. “Who is your owner?”

I watched a shiver run down her spine as she answered.

“You are Sir.”

“That I am.” I said. “Now do you see how your outside appearance is finally starting to reflect your inner self?” 

“Yes Sir...”  she said softly.

“Now remember...” I said. “A bimbo always loves to change her body to better excite and please her owner. Becoming a blonde bimbo for me will excite and please me. You WANT to become my perfect blonde bimbo. Don’t you?” 

“Yes Sir...” she said, smiling lightly. “More than anything...” 

“Good... Now...” I said. “3... Relaxed and refreshed... 2... Letting your mind slowly awaken... 1... You feel good and rested... 0... Awake.” 

She blinked a few times before smiling. 

“Thank you for taking the time to do that Honey...” she said before giving me a kiss. “You know how I get some times. I’m glad you have the skills to calm my silly little mind. I’m like... Sooo sorry I pouted earlier. I’ll go make an appointment right now to color my hair.” 

“Good girl...” I said as she said as she got back up.

I couldn’t resist and slapped her toned bubbly ass as she skipped away to comply with my request. She was just as stunning with dark hair as she will be as a blonde, but it was important that I find ways to constantly give her things to change about her appearance. 

It gave her a goal. A focus for her little mind to concentrate on.

She always dreamed she could be a bimbo but lacked the self determination to reach her dream. I was more than happy to give her a hand with that. Especially after she told me that I could also help her embrace her submissive nature so she could evolve into my bimbo toy.

Or was that all me?

I smiled as I watched her hang up and skip back towards me. Her eyes were sparkling with delight and her smile could have lit up a dark room. No trace of worries... No hint of concern. 

She was purely and utterly happy and at peace.

Regardless of who decided in the beginning, the fact of the matter was that we were both exquisitely happy. 
I mean... How couldn’t I be? Living with a perky and sexually open bimbo that always finds happiness in the simplest things is rather intoxicating. Her joy for life is boundless and quite contagious.

“OH GAWD!” she said as she stopped in front of me. “Trish can squeeze me in later today! Isn’t that just AWESOME?”

“Trish is certainly a doll.” I commented as I admired her body.

She immediately noticed my wandering eyes and took a step back to pose.

“Do I look hot in this?” she asked with a twirl. “Does this outfit please you?”

“Very...” I said before I smiled. “And it pleases you to see how pleased I am. Doesn’t it?”

She bit her lower lip.

“Gawd... Of course it does...” she said as her hands started to caress her curves.

I could tell that my appreciative eyes were having an effect on her.

“Are you getting aroused my perky little bimbo toy?” I said.

I could almost see the wave of arousal she felt as I called her by her pet name. She bit her lower lip as her hands came up to squeeze her tits. She started to squirm and switch her balance from foot to foot as she nodded vigorously.

“Yeeeeesss... Oh Gawd... Please... Could... Could I touch myself? Right here... Just for you... Like... It would be hot wouldn’t it?”

Her hands were already caressing her thighs, tummy and chest. I smiled. These days, she only had to notice my lustful eyes for her libido to skyrocket. The reason was simple: I had hypnotically blocked her ability to reach orgasm.

Not out of spite, but as a motivational tool.

“You certainly can Babe. I would never dream of stopping you from showing me how hot and horny your body is for me.”

“OH GAWD!” she said as her hand shot down under her panties. “Fuck... I’m like... So wet for you...”

I couldn’t help but play with her when she was like this. My innocent little trigger only served to push her arousal higher. It didn’t MAKE her do anything else. But when she was this aroused, she didn’t care about anything else.

She started to rub and I sat back to enjoy the show. She knew she couldn’t cum, but she couldn't resist the urge to pleasure herself. Especially if I was watching. Her dirty little mouth went on autopilot as she furiously rubbed herself standing in the middle of our living room.

“I’m such a slutty little bimbo toy... HHMMM... Always so wet and horny for you... HHmmm... My pussy is so hot for your big strong cock... HHMMM... I’m so desperate to feel you inside me... HHmmm...”

On and on it went... She couldn’t help herself and made every attempt to lure me into using her.

“I’m making such a mess... HHmmm... I’m like... Going to make a huge puddle right here in the living room... Fffuuckk... Wouldn’t it be like, so hot... If I came for you... HHMM... Fuck... Wouldn’t that make you like... SOOO hard...”

Of course, she also couldn’t resist tempting me into releasing her block. 

“It certainly would...” I said. “But you know the rules...”

She pouted and looked annoyed for all of a second before another wave of pleasure washed over her.

“BButtt... HHHmm... PLEASE! I’m begging you Honey... Just... Just this once... It’s been a week and like... HHHmmm... I’m so horny I can’t think straight!”

“You are my perky little bimbo toy... Thinking isn’t something you need to do, remember?”

“FUCK!!” she moaned at the thought of being dumb for me.

“You know I’ll release the block ONLY once you’re done with your training. So... Unless you managed to finish...”

“Oh gawd... hhmmm...” she said. “I’m like... Almost there! HHmmm... PPl... Please... I’ve been such a good bimbo toy haven’t I? HHmm...”

“You have Babe... Why don’t you show me and I’ll decide how close you are to finishing your training.”

Her eyes shot open as she smiled. She removed her hand from her soaked panties and took a step towards me.

“AH!” I said as I lifted my hand to stop her. “First show me with the dildo.”

She pouted and stomped her foot.

“But I HATE that rubber thingy... I’d much rather use the real thing...” she said seductively.

“I know Babe...” I said with a soft smile. “But when you train with the real thing, you can’t concentrate, remember? How do you expect to focus and show me the results of your training?”

She smiled and blushed.

“I know... But...” she said as her free hand went to her luscious lips. “Don’t you want to use my slutty little mouth?”

“Of course I do Babe...” I said. “I could even use your slutty mouth right now, but it won’t be to train you... Just enjoy you... Do you understand what it means?”

“HHmm... Yes...” she moaned. “I could taste your yummy cock...”

I chuckled.

“Yes... That’s true.” I said. “But what I meant is that if I use your mouth right now, you won’t be able to show me if you are done with your training... And if you aren’t done with your training... Then you won’t be able to cum today.”

“Oh gawd...” she moaned as her hand went back into her panties.

“So...” I said as I opened my pants and freed my erection. “Does my perky bimbo toy want to go get her training dildo and show me the results of her training? Or... Would she rather come kneel here and be the good bimbo toy I’m training her to be?”

Her eyes glued themselves to my swaying cock as she visibly swallowed her sudden excess drool. Training her to react instantly to the sight of my rigid desire was one of our favorite pastimes. 

I knew asking her questions while my cock was out was pointless, but it was wildly entertaining. 

“I... I don’t...” she said, still rubbing. “I... I can’t think...”

I chuckled.

“Would you like me to choose for you?” I asked.

“Mhm...” She moaned and nodded vigorously, which made me chuckle again.

“Let’s see...” I said, swaying my cock. “Do I really want to potentially watch you cum and resist the urge to enjoy your talented mouth? Or would I rather keep enjoying your endless edges while you worship me...”

I watched her eyes move back and forth as I swayed my cock invitingly.

“And...” I continued. “What if I decided to have you strip naked and straddle me right now instead? Would you like that? Even if you can’t cum?”

“Oh GAWD!” she said as her legs squeezed hard. “PPlll... PPlllleeaaassseee... What... Whatever you want... You... You own me... Use me... PPpllleeaassee...”

I smiled.

“Oh I will use you, don't worry...” I said. “In fact... Just relax and listen carefully my little bimbo toy...”

“YYeess...” she said as her rubbing hand slowed down.

“Good...” I said. “Relax more and more.. Opening yourself to your inner self... Your inner desires and lust... Open yourself to your own BIMBO LUST.”

Her hand stopped as she gasped. Her body relaxed as her focus moved up my body to find my gaze. A smile slowly grew as her intense arousal morphed into sensual lust.

The change was always so fascinating to watch.

I watched her slowly strip down her clothes as her desperate arousal morphed into an erotic need to please her owner. The trigger allowed her inner self to truly manifest and control her own pleasure so she was able to better serve her own need to submit.

“Straddle me.” I said simply as the last stitch of clothing fell to the floor.

Without hesitation or urgency, she positioned herself as instructed and descended on my aching shaft. Even in this relaxed lustful state, she understood that fucking me right now would not earn her the release she so desperately craved, but she also knew that her true pleasure was to obey her owner.

I was almost disappointed that she managed to get a hair appointment so early. She would be blonde by day’s end, which meant that I needed to find something else to focus her bimbo brain on.

Her body was already a perfect reflection of her inner beauty and devotion. I’ll be hard pressed to find something new to change about her body or her mind.

As I looked up into her lustful eyes, I smiled.

Maybe blue eyes would go well with her new hair color... ​