(UPDATE: This week's free story has now
been removed, though I'm keeping the post up to save the comments. Thank
you to all who have viewed and commented on this tale, - Tabitha)
Greetings all! Happy New Year!!
I was hoping to finish a brand new short story about a student using a voodoo doll to get revenge on his teacher, but I've come down with a bit of nausea today and won't be able to finish it just now. Hopefully I'll be able to over the weekend, and will be able to post it at next week's Free Fiction Friday post.
So instead, here is another old tale of mine, this time a short Mind Control/Bimbofication story. I've partly rewritten it, to flesh out some of the dialogue and put some things in proper context. Altogether I've added about 600 words, or roughly two pages on the original version.
Story is after the break, as usual. I hope you enjoy it, and have a fun weekend! :-)
- Tabitha Kohls
Thank you for the best entertainment of the week once again!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to see you enjoyed it, Maria! I do think this is one of my stronger super-short tales, though I'm probably overly partial to bimbos and mind control. :-)
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A very nice story, it inspired me to write a short epilogue:
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As Ivanna was giving her boss his regular morning blow job she thought about the last year. It was the best one in her life finally she could focus on the really important job in the practice. Secretly she was having a laugh at Master Ozwald, he had to endure the boring complaints of the patients, and she could have all the fun she wanted as his secretary. Still he drove a hard bargain.
Why just a month after she managed to talk him into their arrangement she had the office running like clockwork, her desk was finally empty, all the files had been put in their place, and their system of her typing up the patients records and recommendations worked perfectly. Her F boobs had finished healing and her ass was used to the weekly butt-fuck, and her new blonde look was perfect every time she looked in the mirror. Still something wasn’t right, deep down she felt that she could be a better secretary if she just tried a bit more. So as a good secretary she went to her boss with a proposal to amend the dress-code around the office. She fought like a lion and in the end in exchange for a fourth blow job a week she would be able to wear no less than 3 inch heels, seemed stockings, tight minis no longer than an inch above the knee and fitted blouses that would show off her new tits.
And so the months went by with her fighting tooth and nail with her boos to get better working conditions, better health care plan, and to always improve her dress-code, where she had to work in a gradual manner to overcome her prudish boss.
Now one year later she was satisfied that she has achieved perfection as a secretary. Her office was redesigned with modern ergonomic furniture. Her new glass des was much easier to clean as all the spots were immediately visible, and her ergonomic chair made sure that she was sitting ramrod straight with her chest put forward. And the computer screen was put well to the side so everybody entering the office had no problem finding her. Each day she could put on her crotchless panties, a garter belt and silk seemed stockings, 6 inch pumps, and a strapless shelf quarter-bra that lifted her final HH tits on display for all world to admire. Than followed a micro mini latex skirt that was providing decency only when she was standing at attention, but allowed her to flash anyone she chose whenever she chose, and a lycra stretch top that was a number too small. All this was completed thanks to her new improved healthcare plan. Her final boobs were just one benefit. She now sported collagen lips coated with a glistening protective lipstick so she could give better head. Her nails were one inch permanent extensions to protect her fingertips when she was typing and long eyelash implants shaded her eyes from the screen glow. To present a better appearance, and represent the office she also had porcelain teeth, mandatory plastic hoop earrings that brushed her shoulders when she moved her head, brilliant makeup and her hair was platinum blonde. And to give patients some diversity each day was color-coordinated. Monday was pink, Tuesday – yellow, Wednesday – blue, Thursday – orange, Friday – purple and Saturday – red. Even her chewing gum was always the right color.
But all this came at a price, her boss was drove a hard bargain. So each day started with a morning blow job, to be followed by a second one at lunch and after closing there was the daily butt fuck.
All in all it was a great year.
Excellent epilogue!! :-D
DeleteI'm very glad my little tale inspired you to write that, it really captures Wanda's delusional belief that she still has the upper hand in her new life. Great job! I especially like your idea for a new dress code for Wanda, and the weekday coordinated color scheme for her nails too.
- Tabby
Beautiful epilogue Sawa! It follows the same feel as Tabitha's story perfectly, and I really admire your extra effort to give this tale one last exciting touch.
DeleteI'd just like to add my compliments to the others. I know what it is like to feel compelled to continue a story (I did the same with the one where Vera Purdee wound up trapped in a crate), and you did a good job of it.
DeleteSo, do you write stories of your own? If so, please let me know where to find them. If not, please consider starting.
great to read this again. loved the follow up Sawa.
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