Content Warning: This story contains themes of modification and dubious consent. No characters were harmed during the recording of this tale.
This is the second instalment of the bimbofication story ‘Mandy gets Fixed.’ You can find Mandy Gets Fixed Part 1 here.
“Mandy, this is your home.”
She clasped her hand before her mouth. “Thank you, Master. But…”
Richard looked at her questioningly and nudged her to continue.
“Where will you live?” She was in near tears at the thought of living apart from her beloved Master.
Richard smiled and shook his head. “Here with you, silly. How could I live without my favourite girl?”
Mandy let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Master. I mean to serve you well, and I don’t think I could do that living far away from you.”
“You won’t have to. Now come on in.”
Richard gave her a tour of the house. Once they reached the bedroom and he showed her where her clothes were, she looked dismayed.
With a look of disgust, she pulled out a grey dress. “I don’t know who lived here before, Master, but she had no taste. It does look like my size.”
“Just go through it, Mandy, and see if there’s anything you like. We’ll order you whatever clothes you need.”
“Really? Thank you, Master.” She planted a kiss on his cheek.
“I would like to eat something. How about you?” Richard inquired.
“Yes, Master, I could do with some food.”
“Great, let’s go to the kitchen.”
Once in the kitchen, Richard opened the fridge for his wife. “Chicken, veggies, I think all the ingredients for Chicken Tandoori are here.”
Mandy nodded along.
“So while you cook, I’ll wait in the living room,” Richard announced.
“Me? Oh, yes, of course, Sir.” She chewed on her lips and took the ingredients out of the fridge as Richard left the room.
Half an hour later, Mandy emerged from the kitchen. “Master, erm, dinner is ready,” she said with a careful smile.
“Great, I’m hungry.”
Mandy had set the table for two people. Only one pot stood in the middle of the table.
Once Richard had sat down, Mandy scooped the food on his plate. Mandy hadn’t cut the pepper, while the onion was minced in tiny pieces. Half a cucumber was sticking out of the pot, and the chicken was only lightly glazed.
Richard poked the food with his fork. Mandy chewed on half a cucumber.
Richard took a deep breath. “Mandy?” She looked at him expectedly. “I appreciate the effort you put into making this, but, erm, I think I feel like ordering a pizza.”
Mandy’s face fell. “I tried to please you, Master, but this doesn’t look like it does on TV, now does it?” She sniffed as she gazed over the monstrosity she had cooked. It hadn’t felt right as she was doing it, but she just didn’t know how to fix it. Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t want to be a bad girl.
“Come here.” Richard turned in his chair and opened his arms for his girl. She quickly accepted the hug.
“Listen to me. It’s okay. We can’t all be good at the same things, right?”
Mandy nodded, but still with a pouty lip.
“And you excel at sex, right?”
A shy smile crept on her face, and she nodded through her tears.
“So what do you say we order pizza, and while we wait, you give me a blowjob?”
Her visage brightened up. “Really, Master?”
He stroked her cheek. “Of course, my darling. Now go get my phone, so I can order.”
Mandy traipsed over to the living room and instantly returned with her Master’s phone. Before handing it over to him, she sank down to her knees. Richard took the phone from her and undid his belt’s buckle. He took his penis out of his jeans.
“I promise to do a good job, Master.”
“I know you will, girl.” He focused his attention on his phone.
Mandy regarded her Master’s cock with a big smile while she lovingly stroked him. To be granted this honour.
She studied the cock from all sides. He was so pretty and just perfect in every way. To show her admiration, she kissed him lovingly.
Only when she had kissed every bit of him, did she take the tip in her mouth. She shuddered at the sensation. Having him inside of her made her feel complete. Her Master’s small gasps of pleasure were music to her ears.
His feedback made her work even harder. She swirled her tongue while her hand was firm around the base. His member was now as hard as a rock. Every bit of pre-cum leaking out was the nectar she needed to survive.
Mandy wanted more of this nectar. She suckled his cock lovingly. Bit by bit, she took more of him inside her mouth. Richard’s fingers had taken hold of her hair. Perfect. She longed to be enveloped by him in every way possible.
He applied pressure to guide himself deeper into her. She happily accommodated him. Instead of soft suckling, she sucked him hard with up and down motions for more pleasure.
Everything about her Master was so perfect. This was where she belonged.
She worked hard to take him in all the way. By now, Richard’s moans weren’t soft anymore. He was unable to contain his enjoyment. His hips gyrated, and soon he was fucking her throat while holding her head still. A few thrusts later, he released his cum into her mouth.
Mandy swallowed it all greedily. This was what she had wanted. She needed to please her Master, and this was the ultimate reward. She had completed her task. She had done well.
Right at that moment, the doorbell rang.
Mandy looked up excitedly. “Want me to open the door, Master?”
“Yes. No, wait. It’s better if you don’t. I’ll go.” He licked his lips, got up and tucked his penis back in his pants. He took a deep breath and made for the door.
Mandy remained on her knees. She was still processing what had just happened. How could she have been so lucky to have gotten such a generous Master? And not only generous, but he was also perfect in every way. She was such a lucky girl.
Later that evening, after they both had finished their pizzas, Richard called Mandy over.
“Yes, Master, what can I do for you?”
“Well, Mandy, I was thinking. I am thrilled with the way you are and with how you serve me, but there is something that I have always wanted to do.”
“Anything, sir.” She looked at him with an open, expectant expression.
“Do you remember…I mean, what I would love,” he corrected himself quickly “is to fuck you in your ass.”
Mandy’s expression changed from expectant to shocked in an instant. One hand shot to her backside. “Can you do that? Is that even possible?”
Richard shook his head at his girl’s naiveté. “Yes, Mandy, that is definitely possible. Are you okay with that?”
She nodded excitedly. “Of course, Sir, all my holes are yours to use as you please.”
“Go get the buttplug then, and the lube.”
“Yes, sir.” She hesitated before moving upstairs. “What is the buttplug?”
“The black toy, shaped like a cone.”
“Black, yes, Master.” And away she went.
Mandy’s heart was racing. This was, yet again, a new adventure. She hoped she would do it right so she could please Master. After all, she belonged to him entirely. And it was so amazing that he would teach her all these things. She could not have wished for a better Master.
I like this journey you’re taking us on.
Even when you fix someone they still come imperfect. <3
True, you can’t have it all ?
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