“There you go!” The sweet fiend smiled down at him. “All nice and sweet for me, now, aren’t you?”
All he could manage was a whimpered, “Nnnnn…”
“Aw.” She giggled. “Don’t worry, sweetie! You’ll be nice and giggly and bubbly pretty soon, like a good bimbo. You’ve had lots and lots of sweetening up, haven’t you?”
The sweet fiend put down whatever she was handling—some piece of paper filled with words that swam before his dizzied eyes like seafoam in the ocean—and tutted, sitting down beside him.
Her fingers skittered around the bed next to his head, but she didn’t put her finger back into his mouth for him to suck. Not even when he whimpered for it.
He tried to squirm, to reach for those sweet fingers that put him into such a blissful state, but she stroked his hair and held him down. “No, sweet boy,” she cooed, “shh, shh. You’re too happy and dumb and sweet to move right now, aren’t you? Too happy and horny and stupid. Happy little boy bimbos like you don’t need to move!”
Oh, yes. He felt his eyes glazing over as he remembered. “Unnnh,” he managed.
“Shh.” She stroked his hair, petting his worries away. “Shh. There’s my good, sweet bimbo. So happy. So empty. Too sleepy from all those orgasms to speak;, too sleepy to even beg yet.”
Her fingers teased over his lips. His tongue darted out, but everything was moving so quickly, and he was too sluggish.
“Pretty soon,” she sang, “it’ll be time for us to leave, sweetie, and we’ll go find more sweet girls and boys for you to play with.” She reached down and ran a hand over his butt, giggling. “Or to play with you, silly. Silly little bubbly bimbo.”
He let out a little giggle at that.
“Ooh, your Mistress can’t wait.” Her finger danced over his pert rear. “So many holes. So many wonderful sounds my sweet bimbo can make. I was thinking I’d get you a fleece sprite, sweetie, so you could always be in a nice, happy trance when I’m not around. Doesn’t that sound nice?” She stroked his forehead. “You wanna help me catch one of them? They love pretty bimbo boys like you.”
“Oh, alright.” She giggled, and finally slipped her finger between his lips. He began to suck immediately, and sugary bliss flowed through his body once more. “Just a few more hours, silly boy. Then we’re gonna go get you a playmate.”
He whimpered happily, squirming just enough to grasp her hand with both of his, weakly clinging to it as he sucked and let her sweetness pour into him, let it make him into a good, silly bimbo for Mistress. Sucked his mind away, just as Mistress wanted.
“Oh, bless it.” With a sigh, she reached down, and he felt her soft fingers wrap around his cock. She kept him on his belly as she stroked, kept him drowsy, practically paralyzed as she began to edge him. “Maybe just one more day can’t hurt. Can it, sweetie?”
A giggle. “Such a little bimbo.”
The sweet fiend is merciless and methodical when she begins her conquests, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have time for fun now and again.
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