She Was (once) An Executive Damnit, Not Some Beach Whore, How Exactly Was She Supposed To Get Any Work

Awesome! Just awesome! Spelling, redacted, fake.

Laverne looked at the text on the screen in front of her.

She had used the FinderSpyder search engine to look up references to Jessica Valenti, a woman who had been a former classmate of her mother’s and whose name she dimly recalled from before the New Order.

She hadn’t found much – most of the links that had come up were to sites which no longer existed, or which had changed radically (Pandagon was now a porn site, Shakespeare’s Sister was now devoted to 16th Century conspiracy theories, Obsidian Wings was now devoted to reviews of sports aircraft for the .001%).  And she was suspicious of the authenticity of what she had found: 

“What’s the worst possible thing you can call a woman? Don’t hold back, now.You’re probably thinking of words like slut, whore, bitch, cunt (I told you not to hold back!), skank.Okay, now, what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I’ve even heard the term ‘mangina.’Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can call a guy is a girl. Being a woman is the ultimate insult. Now tell me tha don’t proev thtt woemnn trynig to be liek men is royally fucked up.”  

“Do you think it is fair that guys woh are smartter thn you will make more money? Does it piss you off and maek you fiil jellous when you find out about your friends getting raped? Do you ever feel like shit about your body? Do you ever feel like something is wrong with you because you don’t fit into th crreect ideal of what girls are supposed to be like? Well, my friend, I hate to break it to you, but you’re hardcore feminist adn you ned hlep.”

Laverne was just starting to think that those quotes had been altered by someone when her Internet connection suddenly died, and simultaneously there came a very heavy knock at her door.

If those new lips of yours are making it hard to get your message across, maybe try putting it somewhere people are bound to look.

The Bimbo

So here's my first ever online piece. Looking at it now, it's shockingly poorly done and I'm actually a little embarrassed! It was first posted over at Storysite.org way back in 2002... blimey... that makes me feel old! It does include some of the elements that I still love though - the protagonist out of control, wild overtly trashy transformation, vocal and vocabulary changes and, my favourite; 'academic humiliation'. 

I have no idea why that has always been such a turn on for me, but the idea of being forced to fail tests, or do poorly, or misspell things, or anything of that nature is just plain awesome-sauce. Yes friends, awesome-sauce. It's that good. Unlike this story. This story is pretty poor. You probably shouldn't read it. In terms of sauce, you're looking at the literary equivalent of that really cheap mayonnaise you sometimes get in pubs. Not awesome.

The Bimbo

by Sissy Emily (worst. alias. ever.)

  "Fucking faggot", I said as I barged Lee Garret over as he tried to tie his shoelace. My friends laughed as the slight, girlish looking boy went down onto the floor.

"I’m not gay" he said as he brushed a wave of long brown hair behind his ear, his voice seeming way to high and lilting for a guy of sixteen.

It was the last year of highschool and most of the year was now anxious to escape the confines of school and journey out into the wide world. I was no bully, but Lee deserved all he got, simply because he was so damn camp. He had always been so ever since the first year, quite short and quite slim, a very girlish frame really, with quite long brown hair parted in the centre that he was constantly playing with, twiddling it, or brushing it behind his ears. Even the way he walked and talked made him seem a complete fairy, mincing so his arse and hips swayed and wiggled like a girls and talking in a high breathy voice. This all added up to make him an obvious target for bullying. Everyone did it to him, pushing him over, or insulting him, but nothing ever really nasty. We all knew it really wound him up though and that made it a laugh.

"I’m really not gay" he repeated after receiving a look from one of my friends.

"Leave it out!" shouted another high voice. Looked behind me, and saw Emily, possibly the most desirable girl in the school. Blonde hair in a neat bob and a fantastic figure, about 36 inch hips, slowly curving into a 22 inch waist and then sensuously curving back out to a 36 chest with breasts at least a good C-cup. As well as this, she had legs to die for and soft kissable lips. Despite her obvious beauty, she did everything she could to hide it. School uniforms are not the most flattering clothes in the world but her long skirts and lack of make-up was simply her way of hiding her looks. She could be so hot if she wanted to be.

"…Can’t you just leave him alone, he hasn’t done anything to you" I snapped back to reality. Emily was now helping Lee up. At that point the bell rang signifying the end of lunch and the start of last lesson, Biology today. Me and my friends left, leaving Emily and Lee behind, thereby missing their conversation.

"Those arseholes!" cursed Emily, "Why do they always pick on you?"

"Cos they think I’m a puff" said Lee, "and they’re a bunch of homophobes"

"Are you?" asked Emily

"No!" protested Lee, a hurt look in his eyes

"Only asking" said Emily, "But all the same, how do you fancy getting revenge on them, or at least their ringleader?"

"Sure," said Lee, "but why would you want to help?"

"Didn’t you see the way the ogle me all the time, besides I like to help nice people out"

"Fine, we’ll get revenge together, but how?" asked Lee

"Can you keep a secret?" asked Emily

"Sure" replied Lee

"I’m a witch" she said.

  * * *

  Biology was boring as always. I don’t like to brag, but I had it all going for me. I was quite tall, quite athletic, short brown, almost black, hair and blue eyes that the girls loved. Further unlike most sporty types, I was quite clever too. Taking no less than thirteen GCSE’s and predicted A/A* in all of them. As such, most lessons were boring, except PE which was always a laugh. I was particularly good at rugby and was on the school team.

The lesson past quickly and I left to catch the bus home. I lived in quite a nice area with my Mum. I had an older sister, who although still had a room in our house was currently at university so we only saw her at the holidays. My Mum was a full time worker and as such, I rarely saw during the week at all. Still, it did not bother me, I could always just go out with friends. Once home I did my homework, had a quick sandwich for dinner then watched TV to around 11:00, at which point I went to bed. It was that night that Lee and Emily the witch, something I was not aware of, started their revenge.

The next morning, my alarm woke me early as usual, but something felt different that I couldn’t put my finger on. From my Mum’s open bedroom door, I could tell she’d been home and left again in a hurry to her second job. I began my daily routine the same as always, starting with a shower. It was then that the first weird thing happened. As I was showering, without thinking, I reached for a bottle containing a pink liquid with the word "Nair" on it that I knew was my Mum’s. I then proceeded to cover myself with the contents then watched as all my body hair came away. I now stood under the shower, shocked at what I’d just done. I was completely hairless, except for that on my head. I then noticed that my little sissy-clitty was trying to grow but was much smaller than usual. Sissy-Clitty! Where the fuck did that come from?!? What I did next was even weirder. I walked to my sister’s room and opened the drawers. From them I took a tampon, a sanitary towel and a matching black g-string and padded bra set. I then proceeded to bend over and force the tampon up my own arse. It looked ridiculous, I could see the string coming down between my legs. I then pulled the black nylon g-string up my smooth legs, and pulled it tightly up my anus. I placed the sanitary towel in the sexy panties and then finally put on the bra, the padding causing me to appear to have some figure. My mind was screaming at me to stop, but my body wouldn’t obey me. I looked at the clock, and discovered I was already late. At that I quickly went to my own room to finish dressing in my own uniform, tie, shirt, blazer and trousers, the latter strangely seemed very tight around my bum and hips. The bra was very obvious through my white shirt, but my body wouldn’t let me do anything about it. I knew I had already missed the bus so I walked to school, but still something seemed different. If I had seen myself walking I would have seen an obvious faggot walking like a girl, swaying my hips and wiggling my bum.

I made good time and by the time I arrived, the register was just about to reach my name. I sat down quietly trying not to be noticed.

"Craig Smith" called the teacher

"Here sir" replied Craig

"Lee Garret"

"Here sir" he said his voice still high and breathy

"Emily Rivers"

"Here sir" Emily looked at me as she spoke, and flashed me a very evil looking smile.

"Bambi Bigtits"

"Here Sir!" I practically shouted my voice high pitched and soft, like a sexy bimbo girl’s. Wait that’s not my name! I thought, but as I concentrated that’s the only name my mind came up with. Bambi Bigtits. This was really starting to freak me out now, what was happening? I became quite red and waited for the end of registration. When it came, I minced out of the room, now quite aware of the way I was walking, my hips swaying, and my bum wiggling in my now ridiculously tight trousers. It’s a good job I wore a g-string in such tight trousers I thought only then to thinkWhy am I thinking like that?!?

Before I realised it, I’d come to a room. This wasn’t my class I thought as I walked in, this is a much lower set than I’m in… For some reason I’d gone to a class that in my opinion was for retards, yet here I was, sitting at a vacant desk as if I was meant to be there. The class took far longer to settle than I was used to, but once it had, the teacher took another register, myself once again responding to the name Bambi Bigtits in a breathy feminine voice. The lesson was maths and simple maths at that. Despite this, I found myself unable to do the simplest of the work set, despite my knowledge that I would usually do pieces as simple as 2x2 with the greatest of ease. This worried me but my body refused to allow me to show it, my only features being the chewing on the end of my pencil, no wait it was more sucking and the occasional pout of my lips. Were they bigger than usual? If I’d looked around, I’d have seen every guy in the room staring at me with lust. A tress of long blonde hair fell across my eyes. I brushed it aside, a decidedly feminine gesture. Wait a sec, my hair isn’t blonde or long! The bell went before I could dwell on that and I minced out to the hall. There I saw Lee and suddenly had the strangest urge to suck his cock. My mind was only filled with images of me on my knees sucking his cock. Before I knew what I was doing, that was exactly the position I was in, unzipping his flies with me teeth. People stared as I took his 9 inches in my mouth but I could do nothing to stop myself. I deep throated his cock, savouring the taste as if it were nectar. He moaned slightly but I found myself moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat, loudly and enthusiastically. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it all before standing and mincing down the hall. I then went straight to the ladies room.

To my surprise, when I wiggled in Emily was waiting inside as if she knew I was coming.

"That’s a nice sexy wiggle you’ve got there" she said

"Thanks!" I gushed breathlessly, "I hope all the cute guys notice" It was at this point I realised I had really no control and resigned myself to my fate.

"However," continued Emily "you’d look so much cuter in a nice short skirt"

"Do you really think so?" I gushed

"Yes," said Emily condescendingly, "and that’s just what I have here" she smiled as she handed me the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen, a small black pleated uniform skirt, but only one or two inches in length, more of a belt really. I took it in my hands, now noticing how small and feminine they were, each finger with a two inch long bright red nail. I wriggled out of my now tight trousers and pulled up the short skirt, knowing it barely covered my g-string covered arse, now bigger and girlish. Further, the skirt now rode out on my far wider hips.

"Like your new hips and cute little bum there?" asked Emily, "the hips are now a good 38 inches around. Very sexy. But you know those guys shoes just don’t go with the outfit" At that she handed me a pair of very sexy looking heels, black and strappy, the heels at least 6 inches tall. I anxiously put them on noticing how my feet now appeared far smaller and daintier, the nails painted a matching red to my fingernails. Despite the additional 6 inches of height, I found that suddenly shorter than Emily. She then proceeded to tell me that my guys shirt also needed to be changed, at which point she gave me a tight lycra blouse that hugged my now obvious breasts. I then, again against my will, tied it at the bottom, making it a crop-top and exposing my belly. It was white so showed off my black padded bra, the padding no longer really necessary, my breasts seeming to have grown to at least a D-cup, made to look even bigger by the bra. Further the nipples were now bigger and stood prominently through the material. Finally I opened the two top buttons to show off plenty of cleavage.

"God you look so hot now" said Emily "all the guys are gonna want to fuck you, but they’ll have to settle for blow jobs and anal sex as I think you should keep your sissy-clitty to remind of who you were, but it will be the smallest little pee-pee in the whole world, less than an inch erect, and only cute guys will make it so. One more thing though, my blonde bimbo Bambi, a slut like you should always wear full makeup. At that point, I went to one of the mirrors above the sink and began to apply the makeup Emily handed me. Instead of my reflection though, I saw a total slut. A sexy bimbo with long blonde hair, big blue eyes with long dark lashes, and sultry eyeshadow. The cheek bones were high and highlighted with a sexy blush and the lips were bright red, moist and kissable. Nice and big for the perfect blowjob. A tight sexy boob hugging blouse, low cut showing plenty of tit and the obvious nipples and sexy black bra. An exposed belly and super short skirt, showing off a sexy little bum and black g-string, going down long smooth legs to tight sexy high heels.

I was every guys wet dream.

"Now you look about ready Bambi Bigtits. But before you go you should know some more about yourself. You’re a straight girl so only cocks for you, but your not picky and will have any guy. You can only talk about girlish things and you hate all sorts except netball, aerobics and dance. You will only use terms such as boobs, tits, hooters and jugs to talk bout your breasts. You will always walk, talk and act like a total slut. Finally you should know Bambi Bigtits, I’m behind your lovely little transformation, a little thankyou for your constant arrogance and for pushing Lee about. Oh, by the way from now on your gonna be his bitch. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t be willing to share you, you sexy little bit of crumpet. Kind of ironic, you always oggled me and now every guy in the world can oggle you!" Emily laughed. "Now say thank you, blow me a kiss and leave bimbo Bambi."

At her command I blew a kiss, and said in a ridiculously fem voice "Thank you", before mincing back out in my new outfit to begin my new life.

  * * *

  The headmaster looked out from his office window as the students came into school. One caught his eye, Bambi Bigtits, quite possibly the worst student in the school, a failure in all subjects, a true bimbo. A sex obsessive and she never obeyed the uniform policy. Just look at her now as she wiggled that sexy arse into school. A short black skirt that rode high up her legs to show off her peach arse and red lacy thong. Her stocking tops were also clearly visible below the skirt hem. Her shoes had to be at least 7 inches, how could she walk in them. Her blouse was low cut and quite see through, super tight. Beneath it a lacy corset could be seen. It whittled her waste down to around 18 inches. Her hips were made more dramatic, at least 40 inches, and her breasts, gravity defying 42 inch D-cups. Her blouse showed plenty of them. Her hair was long and platinum blonde, coming down to that sexy butt. Her makeup was daring, dark, large eyes with dark eye-shadow, eyeliner and mascara making the lashes even longer than they were. Her nose was petite and lips were a bright red, large and perfect for a blowjob. Finally, her cheek bones were high and covered in a nice rouge that created a permanent blushing embarrassment look. Very desirable. But not the uniform, she would certainly have to be expelled, but if only she didn’t give such great blowjobs……

  * * *

  Bambi minced into school, God she was so hot. Lee stood there.

"Hey honey!" she said as she saw him.

"Hey, give me some sugar" he replied and she happily obliged, with a french kiss and then at the same time felt for the bulge in his trousers. Yes, he was ready. She knelt down and then opening, his flies with her teeth, took out his now rigid member and sucked his cock, making more moaning noises than anything else. She seemed very happy.

"Hey!" said one of the teachers who walked up just as Bambi finished her little job.

"Bambi Bigtits! This is disgraceful, report to my office immediately!"

Bambi then wiggled dejectedly, to the mans office. Once there she turned to him.

"I’m sorry sir, but…"

"Shut up slut," said the teacher as he locked the door, "now hike up that nice little skirt and bend over my desk, show me that sweet little peach arse." He began to unzip his flies.

"Yes Sir, thank you sir." Said Bambi breathily ands sexily. And she meant it……

“hmm, I think that word might be too big for you,” is an exceptionally hot sentence.

Premise: Speech Control

Just a little list of ideas that I came up with on the topic of speech control. Some of these are about in person speaking, some are about texting, some are applicable to both. Some of these I’d like to try, some of these I have tried, some of these I would probably not want to do, some I’m indifferent to.

Word Restrictions

No swearing.

No puns.

Only being allowed to use words once per day. 

Only being allowed to use words from a list of pre-approved words chosen by my partner.

Not being allowed to use words from a list of off limits words chosen by my partner, but otherwise able to speak freely.

Not being allowed to use words containing a certain letter of the alphabet, but otherwise able to speak freely.

Only being allowed to use short and simple words, limited by number of letters or number of syllables, or simply at my partner’s discretion. (Imagine typing out an entire text and being met with “hmm, I think that word might be too big for you,” and having to agree and reword what you’ve said.)

Having to refer to myself in the third person.

Having to refer to my partner by a title, honorific, or nickname they have chosen.

Having to use a lowercase “i” to refer to myself. 

Having to use capitalized pronouns to refer to my partner. 

Limited Speech

Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per day.

Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per text message. No double messaging, of course.

Having to keep track of how many words my partner uses, and always using less throughout the day.

Having to start each sentence with “Please” and/or end it with “Thank you,” even if it doesn’t technically make sense. 

Having to rhyme. Or else fulfil the requirements of some kind of specific poetry such as a haiku. 

Having to ask permission to ask for things. “Please may I ask to use the bathroom?” 

Only being allowed to say “Please” and “Thank you.”

Not being allowed to ask for anything.

Only allowed to speak to my partner in public. 

Not being allowed to speak on specific topics, particularly when they’re super relevant. For example, we go to the zoo and I’m not allowed to talk about animals. 

Only being allowed to say the opposite of what I mean/want. 

Restricted Speech

Having to ask permission to speak at all, either through a non-verbal signal, or else the only thing I’m allowed to say without permission is “Please may I speak?”

Only allowed to speak when spoken to.

Having to be in a specific position - the more submissive or uncomfortable, the better - to speak. Additionally, having to wait in that position until I am acknowledged and allowed to speak. 

Having to go a set length of time without speaking each day. The timer starts over each time I speak. (Imagine it’s an hour and at 55 minutes you get asked a question you can’t ignore. Each attempt like that would mean you talk less throughout the day.)

When possible, set entire days, or even a weekend as “quiet time.”

Surprise quiet time. That is, a spoken or text command, “It’s quiet time,” and I am expected to be silent until I am released. (A potential training opportunity: this could happen many times throughout the day, each session lasting only a few minutes before the next.)

Starting every day without the ability to speak until I have completed my morning routine. Finishing each day by not being allowed to speak once my nighttime routine is done. 

Having a set day of the week during which I am expected to remain silent. 

Having a cost to speak. A mild-moderate punishment for each time I wish to speak, such as having to put nipple clamps on first or having to write lines for each time I spoke afterwards.

Having to trade my ability to speak for rewards, such as not being allowed to orgasm unless I agree to a two days of no speaking.

Trading chunks of silent time for edges. Each edge is half an hour of silence. Maybe I know before I start edging, maybe I don’t. 

Having to be silent until I have completed a task, such as linewriting, or an edging session, or even something mundane like having to stay silent on a long drive, even while playing a board game. 

Having recurring tasks during which I am not allowed to speak, such as never being allowed to speak during meals or while watching movies. 

Only being allowed to speak while wearing my collar. 

Not being allowed to speak while wearing my collar. 

Only being allowed to speak while naked. 

No words, only sounds. Easy enough when you’re gagged, but having to make the deliberate effort to only make sounds is nice. 

Wearing a bark collar. Each time I speak, I get shocked, until I learn not to speak while wearing it. It then becomes a very effective gag. 

Forced to Speak

Being asked a series of questions and having to provide at least X words to answer, on topic. (It wouldn’t even have to be a high number. Imagine having to use 50 words to answer a yes or no question. Even 20 might be a challenge. But being asked to say/text 300 words on why I shouldn’t have an orgasm? Just a thought.)

Agreeing to X number of questions (number could be in trade for edges, or in trade for lessening a punishment) and having to answer them fully, even if it’s embarrassing. (Obviously within limits. Questions I refuse to answer don’t count towards the number.)

Having a mantra to repeat every time my partner says a certain word, whether that word is part of the mantra or not. (Having someone trigger a mantra like this is great fun, especially mid-conversation, or while I’m trying to ask for something, or while I’m trying to explain something.)

Having to repeat after my partner, perhaps modifying pronouns. (“You will obey” being modified to “I will obey.”)

Being tasked with writing up a fantasy, and then being made to read it aloud.

Being Physically Gagged

Being expected to be gagged or otherwise prevented from speaking at all times. (Ballgag might be too harsh for “at all times,” but tape is effective, too.)

Being gagged at random. Not just during scenes, but during mundane activities, such as watching a movie together or doing housework. (I like the idea of being interrupted while in the middle of something, maybe even in the middle of a conversation, and my partner simply holds out a gag. Or sitting at my desk working when my partner comes up behind me and slips my gag between my lips. Being told to kneel and open my mouth, excited to get to suck cock, and instead gagged. Comes with a bonus of being trained to readily take my gag.) 

Being told I can only speak while being gagged, despite knowing it will be unintelligible.

Planning a voice call with my partner, but right before we begin I am instructed to put a gag on so that at no point during the call can I actually speak.

Games

Playing the quiet game, either with my partner or with another submissive. I am rewarded if I win, and punished if I lose. 

Playing a kinky version of Taboo/Password: My partner picks a word and a length of time. I do not get to know the word, but do get to know we’re playing and for how long. My partner counts every time I use the word, and when time is up, I get punished for each use. Tons of games to be played on both sides, with my partner trying to get me to say the word, and me trying to figure out what it is. Perhaps if the time period is long enough, I get a clue to the word each day. I would probably end up speaking as little as possible to avoid it. 

Ok! That was unexpected. But scary creative! Bleach, introductions, elocution.

Since the New Order came to town, I have lost my job, my credentials, my house and my savings.  Now I have to lose my chestnut hair, which I prized because it gave me a link to my mother and grandmother that I could never lose – until I did.  But my boss says he’s only going to hire blondes, so goodbye, Mom, goodbye, Oma.

I also have to lose my accent and my vocabulary, and have to listen to voice recordings of an actress named Arleen Sorkin, because my boss is crazy about “Harley Quinn”, whatever that is.

And now my boss is telling me that part of my job is going to involve his “introducing” me to some of his clients.  I’m not clear why he seems to think this is going to be some kind of big deal – I mean, of course I’m going to be introduced to his clients, how could I not, if I’m going to be working for him?

She was (once) an executive damnit, not some beach whore, how exactly was she supposed to get any work done dressed like this (she isn’t she’s the office joke) and how the hell did they expect her to get to work on time dressed like this? (They didn’t, her being consistently late was something to punish her over) They’d taken away her car and moved her into an apartment 6 blocks from the office (long enough so she’d get stares, wolf whistles and proposition’s, but short enough so taking the bus was pointless), she was constantly misstepping in her sky high heels with her boobs constantly threatening to spill out of her top.

And why the fuck did they make her take a Breathalyzer test every single morning and reprimand her (in a formal meeting) for not being drunk enough. (they wanted her work bad, and her ability to make good decisions reduced).

She thought about quiting, she really did. The problem was she owed a mountain of debt to the company that was increasing far quicker than she could even make the interest payments.

Amongst the things they were charging her for was:

- the down payment on the apartment

- the mortgage

-rent (though she was technically the landlord they’d forced her to sublet the apartment to herself meaning the $1200 a month she charged for the place was constantly going in and out of her bank account making it impossible for her to touch it)

- landlord services (they maintained the property and preformed room checks to ensure the tenant was keeping the property in good condition, failing in the check would result in a fine)

- A Cable package that only gave her access to fashion, shopping, gossip and porn channels (anything that might give her information on the wider world was banned, no news for her)

- the plastic surgery they’d recomended she get

- Theft prevention package (Security cameras in every room live streaming to the office but also running a program that recorded a highlight reel of all of her sexual exploits)

- Life insurance (The recipient not her family but the holder of the debt her company)

They gave several company credit cards, all with exorbitant interest rates (36% to 48%) for her to make all of her purchases on (only at company approved stores) which charged her an insane amount of money for the most basic of things ($12 for a a half Gallon of milk).

Worse still whilst the debt she owed on the credit cards had to be paid in US Dollars the credit cards automatically converted into Company scrip, vouchers only valid at the approved stores, if she went to anywhere not on the list her cards would always be declined.

The result being she was forced to eat, drink, read, watch and wear what they wanted, they had complete control over her money and she was never going to pay them back.

She was effectively an Indentured servant for the company with no hope of escape.

#Exec2Sec  #Social Demotion  #Submission  #Humiliation  #Stacking the Deck

A new desktop background for those girls who need it. It is a little tame, however. Would love to know if anyone has something better for the bimbos in their life.

Always loved these t-shirts! So dumb, so humiliating, so bimbo!