Pixie Isobella

When Abigail is forced to act as bridesmaid for her cousin’s ‘bimbo wedding’, she knows she’ll hate every part of it. What she can’t foresee is how much she will be attracted to her ‘date’ for the wedding: the insufferable, arrogant Darren. But Darren has plans for Abigail. He wants a compliant bimbo doll as his wife and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

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The Bimbo Bride: Chapter 1

[Femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding]

His name was Darren and he was at least a foot taller than me.

He didn’t shake my hand. He told me later that he didn’t believe in shaking girls’ hands. Instead he made my eyes widen by reaching out and patting the bare skin on my butt with a firm hand.

‘You’ve got good assets, Abigail,’ Darren said to me seriously.

His eyes caressed my breasts while I flushed hotly. His hand was still on my butt and I didn’t know how to tell him to remove it. I also didn’t understand why my pussy was tingling with interest at the feeling of his fingers on my skin.

Darren was my ‘date’ for my cousin Courtney’s wedding. I had been expecting to hate him, and I kind of did hate him on sight, but then I also didn’t.

‘Good skin,’ Darren said. ‘Nice tits.’ He winked at me. ‘I like a girl with big tits.’

I blushed at his words, wishing I could cover up my breasts. I was wearing a tiny pink tube dress that barely covered my nipples at one end or my arse at the other. Below the dress, pink thigh-high stockings drew embarrassing attention to the bare skin of my upper thighs. I felt too high and too unstable in pink high heels higher than I had ever worn before.

My cousin Courtney had chosen the clothes for me. She said I looked perfect. I thought that every part of my body was horrifyingly exposed. I felt almost naked, standing surrounded by women dressed in a similar fashion and men dressed in expensive evening suits.

But I was here for Courtney, so I smiled and tried to pretend I was enjoying myself.

My cousin Courtney is terrible. When she had told me she was having a bimbo wedding, I had just laughed and started calling it the boob wedding. I thought it was a hilarious name.

I’m sure Courtney was intelligent once but then she joined this bimbo club after she finished school. She has insisted on being cute and dumb for so many years that now she doesn’t have more than two thoughts in her head. Maybe I’m being unkind. Maybe it’s three thoughts. Men, make-up and clothes, in that order.

The invitations for the wedding were baby pink and featured a close-up photo of Courtney’s large breasts. The nipples were fully exposed, each adorned with a pink lace ribbon tied carefully around the erect nipple. I threw the invitation in the bin without a second thought, happily leaving Courtney’s boobs lying all exposed among the trash.

I thought that was pretty funny too, but it turned out that the joke was on me.

Courtney insisted that as the only other woman her age in the whole generation, she needed me as a bridesmaid. I didn’t want to do it but my mother guilted me into saying yes.

Which is why I was standing here now, feeling like a slutty bimbo doll, with Darren’s hand caressing my butt. Courtney’s fiance, Brad, had rented out a luxury forest resort for the whole week before the wedding for the bridal party to get to know each other. The wedding would be on the following Saturday and I had no idea how I was going to survive the ordeal until then.

Courtney’s instructions had been that the weekend was ‘proudly bimbo’. She had said that I wouldn’t be allowed to wear anything other than sexy, revealing clothes. Try to be hot, Abigail, she had said, and I did try my best to be hot and sexy in the best bimbo style.

My best wasn’t good enough.

Courtney, who could be clever if she actually wanted to be, knew I wouldn’t own any clothes sufficiently see-through or slutty to meet her needs. So, luckily — or unluckily depending on how you looked at it — she brought me a whole wardrobe of bimbo clothes to wear.

‘I’m going to turn you into such a beautiful bimbo,’ she had gushed at me after showing me to my room. ‘All the men are going to want to grope your boobs and fuck you.’

‘Ewww,’ I had said, but Courtney had been determined.

She had forced me to strip, and dress from scratch in the clothes she had brought. Mostly they fit me, even if I didn’t like them. My bra was a push-up two sizes too small. It pushed my large boobs even higher and made me feel even more on display than was intended.

‘Oh,’ Courtney had pouted as I put it on. ‘You’ve grown. Why do you have such huge breasts, Abigail? You’re not even lactating!’

I had flushed, feeling criticised. It was only afterwards that I realised that Courtney was covering up her own jealousy that I — the dowdy cousin who didn’t even care — was better endowed than she was.

The worst thing that Courtney had made me wear was the panties. They were pink, to match everything else, and — horrifyingly — crotchless. I had never worn crotchless panties before and I knew that if I bent over incautiously, anyone would be able to see everything between my legs.

‘I always wear crotchless panties,’ had said Courtney, overbearing all of my complaints. ‘Brad expects me to always be available, you know.’ She had fluttered her eyelashes at me. ‘He says it’s my duty as a woman and as his wife. I’m sure he would say you should always be accessible too, Abby.’

I had had no idea what to say to that, so I had stayed silent. I already disliked Brad intensely so nothing that Courtney said could actually make me dislike him more.

She had giggled, misinterpreting my silence as acquiescence.

‘He says he’s going to get me pregnant as soon as he can after the wedding. He wants to see me with his baby inside me.’ She had looked me up and down, coyly. ‘You should have babies, Abigail. I’m sure Brad would say you’ve got the right figure for it. And it’s the best way to please a man.’

I had flushed at her words. I didn’t think I wanted to please a man. And I certainly didn’t want to know what Brad thought I had the right figure for.

Luckily Courtney hadn’t expected an answer. ‘I know you can’t be fun, Abigail. But… Just try not to ruin the mood, okay? Don’t try to say anything intelligent. You can do that, can’t you? This is such a special weekend for me.’

In fact, I had serious doubts about whether I could get through a weekend without saying anything intelligent. I am a librarian and a historian after all, and I have never been fun. But I had my mother’s admonition in my head to make sure that Courtney’s weekend was perfect. I decided that maybe I would be better off not speaking at all.

All the other women — the ‘bimbo girls’ as Courtney called them — were all members of the female branch of Courtney’s bimbo club. They were attending the weekend with husbands or dates from the club. The men were all male members of the club — wealthy men who had signed up in order to meet, date and marry pretty bimbos.

Courtney said that as I didn’t have a boyfriend, she had found me someone special from the club as my date for the bridal party.

I already knew my ‘date’ was going to be awful. For men, wealth was the main prerequisite for joining the bimbo club. He would be wealthy — probably a businessman — and arrogant. My ‘date’ would be a man who had been handpicked for membership of an exclusive club whose primary purpose was to provide its male members with pretty, submissive, virgin wives.

So I should have hated Darren on sight. But I didn’t dislike at all. Actually, I was attracted to him, so much so that I didn’t tell him to remove his hand from my butt, even after he had drawn the other men’s attention to how much he liked my big breasts.

Courtney’s fiance, Brad, laughed, clapping Darren on the shoulder. ‘You like women with big tits, and no brain, am I right?’

Brad was a big man and his laugh was loud and carrying. He winked at me too.

‘I’m sure Abigail will set you up all right, mate. Won’t you, Abs?’ He laughed again, much too loudly, caressing me on my bare upper arm. ‘Courts didn’t think you’d turn up. But I guess every girl realises sooner or later that she needs to start looking for a bloke.’

Still laughing, Brad looked straight at my breasts with approving eyes and I flushed. ‘You do look a lot better than I ever thought you would, now you’re dressed properly! Nice boobs.’ He winked at me. ‘Are you still a virgin, Abs?’ He sniggered, clapping Darren on the back again as if in congratulations. ‘It’s all good either way. You be good to Darren here and he’ll fix you right up.’

‘The Bimbo Bride’ will be a full-length erotic novel. Please keep reading free chapters as I release them here, and I’ll let you know when the full book is available!

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