A hands on kind of leader...

Friday May 31, 2019

Tabitha posed as she had been told too, her large round tis sticking out from her chest, her hands firmly planted on her ass as she half smiled at the man in front of her. Then the man raised his hand and snapped his fingers and her world fell apart.

“OH GOD! What’s happening! Where am I!?!” she nearly screamed but for some reason remained in the same pose.

“Calm down Tabitha, I’ve just unlocked your mind so we can start the second phase.” the man said.

Tabitha shook her head from side to side, causing her long blonde hair to fall down in front of her face. It was wrong of course, she didn’t have long blonde hair, her hair was short and almost black.

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?!” she cried but her near panic seemed not to phase the man even in the slightest.

“Yes, well, I guess I do need to explain a bit don’t I? You see it’s been just over a year since the last time you had any control over your life, and that does tend to be a bit disorienting. Why don’t you try and think about the last twelve months and see if that helps.”

Tabitha wanted to just run away but her feet continued to refuse to move. With a great exertion of self control, she thought back to twelve months ago, when she was in line for the promotion from VP of sales to CEO of the tech company she worked for.

It had been a hard fought competition between several of the VP’s at the company, but she was sure she was going to get the job.

And then… then… she’d resigned?

She blinked as an expression of utter surprise formed across her face. The memories came quickly after that; the time at the gym, the multiple trips to the plastic surgeon, the new salon she’d found.

She could clearly remember it all now, how she had transformed herself from the stylish business woman into the blonde bimbo that now posed against the wall.

“You… you did this to me? I’ll report you! You’ll go to jail!” she managed to spit out, but there was something else in her memory that was nagging at the back of her mind.

“Oh, I don’t think so. After all, I could turn you right back to that happy little bimbo that you have been for the last year with just a thought.” he said with a smirk.

She scrunched her forehead in thought, there was something going on here that she hadn’t picked up on yet, but she was having trouble figuring it out. Between the nagging sensation about the last year and the growing sensation of pleasure in her body, she was finding it hard to concentrate.

“Oh I know, it’s hard to concentrate at the moment, but let me explain. You see I can manipulate your, or anyone else’s mind, with just a little mental push on my part. You don’t remember it, but we met just over a year ago and I… reprioritized your mind. Under normal circumstances, my job would have been done, but some clients have a more twisted sensibility and require some additional work.”

Tabitha tried to focus as well as she could, “Reprioritize? Client?” she managed to get out before a small moan escaped her lips as well.

“No bad, not bad at all really. You picked up both of the important things I said. Yes, you see, my power let’s me alter what you find important in life. For example before my changes you found the pursuit of power, via work, the most important thing in your life. You did so to the exclusion of friends and family and there was little doubt that you would have become the next CEO of the company and gone on to bigger and better things from there. Changing those like you is actually quite simple, just redirect all that energy in to something else. In your case, being a blonde bimbo doll.”

Tabitha’s hands finally moved from her ass and raised up to the sides of her breasts, pressing them together caused an even bigger moan echo through the room as she closed her eyes from the pleasure.

“And yes, this is a job to me. It’s not like I just randomly pick women to screw over after all, I’m not a monster, at least any more. There was a time when I younger… more unrestrained. But now I only take on one client at a time and often take a break between them. It’s not like I need the money, but I do like to keep in practice, if even just a little bit.”

Her eyes shot open once more as she felt his hand press up against he tit and she let out a gasp, the pleasure rocketing through her body was unlike anything she had felt before.

She managed to look down at his hand and form a question, “Why… why… have you let me…”, she managed to get out before his fingers took her erect nipple between them and gave a squeeze, sending her eyes rolling back in to her head.

“Resurface? See, I knew you were a smart one. Trying to figure out what’s going to happen next, aren’t you just a smart little bimbo.” he replied in a condescending voice as he kept her nipple between his fingers and shook her tit from side to side with it.

When he stopped and let go of her nipple, he let her recover for a moment before continuing, “Think back over the last year, how did you *feel* about what was happening?”

She managed to push through the pleasure and remember, each little change, each big change, and how it felt, “It… it felt… good?”

“And there’s the rub. You see I can change your mind, but you’ll always feel *good* about the change, because your mind will rationalize the change as being your own. Normally that’s not much of a problem, my clients tend to want trophy wives, or a bimbo mistress, you know, the usual. But every once in a while I get a request for something a little different. Like in your case.”

Tabitha’s mind raced, she still felt growing pleasure from her body, though it was far lest then when he’d been touching her. She fought through it as best she could, “Oh god, no!” she managed to get out when the realization hit her.

“That’s right… you’ve got it! In your case, the client wants you to hate what you have become, but be unable to do anything about it.” he said with a wicked chuckle.

“I’ve spent decades trying to accomplish that with my power, but while I can make you *say* you hate it, inside you would still love it. Perhaps one day I’ll figure it out, but in the mean time, I have to rely on more traditional methods.” he said and reached up and grabbed both of her breasts in his hands and squeezed hard.

“OH MY GOD!” she cried out as an orgasm came over her and her legs almost gave out from under her. It was far stronger than any orgasm she had ever had before, it was like both of her breasts were two large clits and he’d just squeezed them at the same time.

She was still half dazed as he led her way from the room, down a hall, to another room. This one had a bed and a bathroom in it and he guided her over to the bed to lay her down.

Then he left, leaving her to bask in the afterglow.


Tabitha squeezed her breasts like he had, but while it was pleasurable, even extremely so, there was no orgasm from it. She spent several hours trying to recreate the feeling, but to no avail and she finally managed to drift off to sleep instead.

When she woke up, there was food on the table beside her bed and so she ate. Then going in to the bathroom she cleaned herself up and returned to the bedroom, where she found him standing by the door.

Her body immediately responded, her nipples hardened, her pussy moistened and her tongue darted out and licked her lips, “What… what do are you going to do now?”

“Well, as I said, for phase two I have to rely on more traditional methods. In your case, a simple pleasure/reward process. I’ve already altered your mind to find significant physical pleasure in the stimuli that I’ll be giving you, so it shouldn’t take long.” he said as he step away from the door towards her.

With each step the need in her pussy continued to grow until he was right in front of her, “Now then, what are these?” he asked, pointing to her breasts.

She looked down, “Breasts?” she asked, half confused from the growing need.

“No my dear, these are tits. Melons. Funbags. Sweater puppies. Now what are these?” he said, pointing to her breasts once more.

“I…I won’t…”

“I understand. We’ll try again tomorrow.” he replied and turned and walked out of the room. But as he did the need in her pussy didn’t go away, instead it seemed to only intensify more.

She spent the next several hours trying everything she could think of to relieve it, without success. Eventually she collapsed on to he bed and drifted off to sleep with one hand on her breast and the other between her legs.


“What are these?” he asked.

“Tits!” she responded quickly and he reached out and grabbed a hold of one of her breasts, giving it a squeeze and almost sending her over the edge.

“Meleons!” she said and he grabbed the other one.

“Fuckbags!” she cried out and he squeezed, giving her another awe inspiring orgasm.

And she hated ever word she said.

It hadn’t taken long for her to break, only a couple of days before she could no longer stand the constant buzzing in her pussy. The string of failures as she tried to masturbate. Until she finally broke down and responded in the way she knew he wanted.

The orgasm that followed when he grabbed hold of her breasts and squeezed sent a cascade of orgasms that had built up over her and she’d fallen back on to the bed.

Since then, he’d come in every day and repeat the process, but where she had only managed to just say it the first time, she now said the words confidently. He had slowly but surely brought her along to where she was now by simply withholding his touch until her words pleased him.

“Very good Tabitha, I think it’s time for the next step. Tell me what you want me to do with your tits.”

She scrunch her forehead, he’d never offered a second orgasm, but she knew what he wanted none the less.

“Sq… Squeeze them?” she half asked, half said, hopeing it was enough.

He simply shook his head and turned to leave, “Well, maybe tomorrow then.”

She parted her lips as if to call out to him but no words escaped her as he closed the door and left her by herself.


“Yes baby! Squeeze my big fake tits! I love it! I love it!” Tabitha cried out as the man did exactly what she was saying.

She knew it was the only way she was going to orgasm, but she still hated it even if no else could have told.

He gave a hard squeeze and the orgasm crested, her whole body shaking from the pleaure. “Oh my god baby, I love the way you squeeze my tits!” she coed as she came down off the high.

Then, without warning, a hard slap landed on her right breast and her whole world exploded in another orgasm, far stronger than the one she had just experienced.

By the time she recovered, he was gone, but she knew he had just taken her to the next step and that tomorrow she would degrade herself even farther.


“Slap those big fake tities baby! Yes! Yes! YES!” Tabitha cried out as each slap of his hand brought on another orgasm.

She knew she was addicted to them, that she’d do anything for her next fix. No matter now humiliating, how degrading, how much she hated it.

It had been two months since she had walked in to the room by her count, but it could have been longer or shorter, it was hard to tell and she was pretty sure she’d lost count once or twice. But it didn’t matter anymore, she knew he had succeeded.

She knew because today, like the last several days, she’d sat in the metal framework he’d brought in a week ago, leaned forward and pushed her breasts through the two metal rods and then clamped it down on to them. Then she’d taken the nipple clamps and attached them, the two large weights pulling her nipples down hard. Finally she’d locked her wrists in the cuffs behind her back and waited for him to arrive.

Waiting was the hardest part of course, it gave her time to think even as the need in her pussy continued to grow. Think about how degrading and humiliating it was. Think about how much she hated every moment of it, except for that one glorious instant that she knew would come, that she needed to come more than anything else.

When he finally stepped in to the room, she’d begged him to abuse her tits. God she hated even thinking that word, but it was almost impossible not to with the number of times she’d said it aloud now.

She could still think of her breasts, as well, breasts, but as soon as her thoughts strayed to what he did to them, the other word always popped in to her head.

He had squeezed her tits, slapped her tits, fucked her tits, spray his cum all over her tits, used and abused her tits in ways she had never even conceived of before, and each time the orgasmed had accompanied it.

Today he’d taken her farther than before, delivered more orgasms than she would have thought possible and now, on the ragged edge of conciousiness, he had finally stopped.

He bend over and leaned in, his lips just at her ear, “How are you feeling Tabitha?”

“So horny baby… ya gonna fuck my tities some more? Please?” she half whimpered, half begged.

He let out a small chuckle and stood up, stepping over to the door and opening it, letting another man enter.

She recognized him immediately, the CEO of her old companies main, larger, competitor… David Franderson.

“D… David… what?” she managed to get out through the haze of pleasure her body was still feeling as he pulled over a chair and sat down in front of her.

“I like her new look. And the changes we discussed?” David asked of the other man, looking his way and ignoring Tabitha.

“Oh yes, just as you requested. Give it a try.”

David smiled and turned his gaze back to Tabitha and then reached out and unhooked one of the nipple clamps from her tit.

“OH GOD YES!” she cried out as the blood flow returned to her nipple and a wave of pleasure followed it.

David reached out and took her nipple between his fingers and gave it a twist, “Oh fuck yes baby! Twist that nipple hard!” Tabitha cried out, the pleasure coming from his touch matching that of the other man.

“You know Tabitha, you almost ruined years of planning on my part. I’ve spent years grooming Jason to take over as CEO so he would recommend selling the company for a fraction of what it was worth. And then you come along and think you can get in the way…” he said, twisting her nipple around even harder, causing another orgasm to rock her.

Jason had of course been her main rival for the CEO position, and she had no doubt he had taken it after her resignation.

He released her nipple and landed a hard slap on her tit, sending yet another orgasm over her.

By the time she had recovered from it, David was standing naked in front of her, his hard shaft resting between her tits, “Yes baby! Fuck my giant fake titties with your big hard cock!”

Disgust welled up inside of her with each stroke as well as orgasm after orgasm. His hands on the sides of her tits, his shaft stroking between them as the remaining nipple clamp and wight pulled her nipple down.

She looked up at him, her hands still cuffed behind her, the bars holding her tits firmly in place, “That’s it baby! Use those big fucking melons! Cum all over my big fake tits! Use them for what they were made for!” she cried out as streams of cum finally burst forth from his tip and her eyes rolled back in her head as a massive orgasm crashed over her.

Moments later she felt her head being lifted from the slump it had fallen in to by her hair and she once more saw David’s face, “Tell me Tabitha, did you really like it when I was fucking your tits? Or did you just need to orgasm?”

“N… n… no… just orgasm… need orgasm…” she managed to get out more than half dazed from the afterglow.

“So if told you I’m going to take you out of here and parade you around as my big titted trophy whore, you wouldn’t do that?”

“N… no… never…”

“Even if I told you that our friend over there has made it so that I’m the only one that can use your tits to give you an orgasm?”

Her eyes widened and darted over to the other man and then back to David, “Pl… please… no…”

“You know he’s done it, reprioritized that silly little head of yours so that I’m the only one that can give it to you.”

She let out a little whimper and turned to the other man, his placid face told her everything she needed to know.

“So if you ever want another orgasm, what are you going to do?”

“I… I… I’m gonna… parade around.. as your big titted trophy whore…” she almost let out in a whisper.

“I didn’t quite hear that…” he said, pulling the remaining nipple clamp from her tit.

“OH GOD! I’m going to parade around as your big titted trophy whore!” she cried out and he slapped her tit hard, sending another orgasm through her.

“What are you?”

“You’re big titted trophy whore!”

*slap*

“You’re big titted trophy whore!”

*slap*

“You’re big titted trophy whore!”

*slap*

“You’re big titted trophy whore!”

*slap*

“That’s better, now get dressed, we have somewhere to be.” he said and she realized that the other man and walked over and unlocked the cuffs on her wrists.

She quickly undid the bars holder her tits down and then scampered in to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.

When she came out in the same skin tight red dress as when she arrived and took her place beside David, she knew exactly what she was, his big titted trophy whore. It didn’t matter how much she hatted that fact, or how much she knew she would debase and humiliate herself, both in private and public at his side. All that matter was that she knew he was going to use her tits to give her orgasm after orgasm and that was her only priority now.

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