‘Every woman needs a date,’ my cousin said firmly. ‘I don’t know why I have to explain everything to you like this, Abigail. Remember everything I’ve said Abigail. I know you get oddly contrary sometimes, but the men here won’t hesitate to discipline you…’ Abigail meets the insufferable, arrogant Darren when she is forced to act as bridesmaid for her cousin’s wedding. Darren wants Abigail to be a compliant bimbo fuckdoll and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goal.
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The Bimbo Wedding: Chapter 2
[Femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding]
We walked down to dinner, with me treading warily in the six inch heels, determined to be as silent as possible. I had promised Courtney that I would be a brainless bimbo, and that I wouldn’t embarrass her by saying anything intelligent.
I still had no idea how to do that.
I was desperately trying to digest everything that Courtney had said, along with concentrating on walking carefully in the high heels so that I didn’t sprain my ankle.
We gathered in a large room with drinks before dinner. All of Courtney’s ‘bimbo girls’ were dressed like Courtney and me: in pink or pastel clothing so tiny it might as well have been lingerie, super high heels and make-up and hairdos designed to make them look pretty and doll-like.
I was wishing I could pull my skirt down just a little. I was certain that you could actually see the bottom of my butt cheeks at the back. But if I pulled it down, it was going to slide off my breasts completely at the other end.
Soon, Courtney was introducing me to my ‘date’ for the weekend. The spare groomsman who had been added to the party. One of Brad’s oldest friends. I wanted to hate him on sight.
His name was Darren and he was at least a foot taller than me, even in my ridiculous heels. He was tall and athletic and conventionally attractive in his late thirties or early forties, with short dark hair and a well-formed chin, coated in thin, deliberate stubble. 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 caressing my breasts until 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.
‘Good skin,’ said Darren, winking at me. ‘Nice tits. I like a girl with big tits.’
I blushed at his words, wishing I could somehow cover up my breasts. I was showing too much skin and Darren’s eyes were drinking in every exposed inch of my body. Courtney’s fiance, Brad, laughed, clapping Darren on the shoulder.
‘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, buffeting 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. ‘Of course, the club expects all new female entrants to be virgins. But you be good to Darren here and he’ll fix you right up.’
I blushed again, rendered speechless. Darren’s hand drifted up my scantily clad butt to draw his arm in around my waist. Apparently, he was assuming that as I was his ‘date’ for the weekend, he was allowed to touch me. I was still stunned and shocked at Brad’s careless words so I didn’t stop him.
Thankfully, almost immediately, a gong rang to break up the party, and I let Darren lead me into the dining room for the evening meal.
I already knew I was going to have a terrible time. The talk was all innuendo and in-jokes and I hadn’t understood more than half the words that anyone had spoken to me since I had arrived. I was also still blushing at Brad’s ‘virgin’ comment, unclear what to do in the face of all their firm beliefs that I was going to have sex with Darren.
Luckily, it wasn’t hard to keep up my private vow of silence, as Darren was perfectly happy to do all the talking for me. By the end of dinner, I had learned all about him. He was in business of some kind. He didn’t say what but I had already worked out that he was wealthy, significantly wealthier even than Courtney and Brad and their other friends. He liked dumb, brainless women as much as Brad did.
He kept his hand on my bare upper thigh for the whole of the meal and I still couldn’t work out how to tell him to remove it. It was in keeping with the rest of the men’s behaviour at the table. Men spent the dinner feeling up girls’ waists or thighs or breasts. They didn’t stick to their girlfriends’ bodies, they also took liberties with other women they could reach.
It seemed like a free for all, although thankfully it seemed the other men were happy to leave me with only Darren’s wandering hands. For now, at least.
‘Hey Abs,’ called Courtney, ‘I bet you’re going to love the game we’re playing after dinner. Brad made it up.’
I already knew that I wasn’t going to enjoy anything about this weekend but the prospect of playing a game that Brad made up made my stomach sink even lower into my fluffy pink six inch heels.
Brad smiled a beatific smile at the room and lifted his glass in salute. ‘We’re going to put all of you lovely bimbos to the test,’ he said, and Courtney giggled like it was the most original idea anyone had ever had. ‘The blokes helped me write the questions.’
Brad snickered, then sat down laughing fully out loud, clearly unable to control himself. When his laughter had eased, he spoke again.
‘You’re all going to show us what dumb, brainless cows you are.’
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