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Bimbos Are Made, Not Born Ch. 03

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Like the first two installments, the story shifts between the first week after meeting Emilee and two months later, when Emilee is further along in her role as my bimbo. after our first meeting.

All characters are over 18.

I left Bimbo Emilee in the back of the men’s golf clubhouse locker room while I scoped out the building for signs of her dad and Miles, the realtor. Jeff, who worked in the pro shop, assured me they had taken a cart to the putting green, making it pretty easy to get Emilee back into my car and home without being seen.

I was pleased that Emilee was prompt for our shopping trip, arriving outside of Forever 21 right on time. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting skinny jeans, jelly flats and a brightly colored, green and yellow racer-back top. She had a bit of make-up on, but not the drammatic look she had at the club. I was a little disappointed at that but expected it.

“Emilee, you are going shopping for a new outfit to wear tonight for me at dinner and I will buy you whatever I think is hot enough to warrant spending my money on. While you are looking for things to try on, I’ll be wandering the Mall. When you see something you want, go try it on and send me a pic of you wearing it. If I approve, you may buy it. Simple, right?”

“Ohhh, sounds like a fun game. What if I like it but you don’t?” she asked.

“Then spend your money.” I said with a wink.

“How will I know what sorts of things you like me to wear.” she said, half serious.

“I want to see you in daring, hot little outfits that show off your tight body. Like the clubbing outfit you wore the other night. Those are the sorts of things I am likely to let you spend MY money on.” I said.

“You have a total of thirty minutes. Now go. You can start here.” I said, looking up at the Forever 21 sign.

“Ok. I’ll send you pics and updates.” she said eagerly and strode off into the store.

After collecting my daring little slut, we started our drive from the golf club to my home, but only after I pulled the car up to the side entrance, scouted the clubhouse again and fetched Emilee from the locker room. Emilee followed closely behind me, both of us sneaking quietly down the side hallway and stealing quickly out the service door. We got into my car and sped off, leaving the golf club behind, but the excitement of almost being caught still lingered. I know that danger is an aphrodesiac and I frequently use it with Emilee to get her to act like the little bimbo I am helping her become.

Once safely a block away from the clubhouse, I ran my hand along the inside of Emilee’s thigh and felt Emilee immediately move her knees apart and grant me easy access to her cunt. She had learned to spread her legs apart in the car when I touched her like this. I gave her a little smile to visually cue and reward her for spreading her legs and she beamed a smile back at me, as she said,

“I was so scared, and also so excited.”.

I felt her still-wet pussy and knew just how excited she still was, so I curled my fingers against her sex and began to softly rub her pussy lips, feeling the moisture leaking from her tight, young slit and soothed her with words of praise and encouragement.

At the Mall, I watched young Emilee disappear into the store and then I went down the central hall to browse at Sunglass Hut. I engaged the Sunglass Hut sales girl and got my first text pic on my phone ten minutes later. Emilee was posing in her first choice. It was a sheath dress that was a little too long for my tastes and didn’t flatter her body the way I wanted to see her.

“Nope. Boring.” I texted.

As I caressed Emilee’s slick cunt in the car I reflected on what I had learned. The thing to remember about all girls, especially the ones that are more prone to become sluts, is that they are dressing sexy and acting like teases because they are seeking male attention and praise. They have learned that they can get the attention they want from men by looking and behaving a certain way. My strategy is always to reward Emilee as soon as she did anything that was on the path towards being more of a bimbo. If you are in the process of turning a girl into your bimbo, reward any behavior you want more of and ignore behaviors you want to eliminate. Do it right, and they will soon learn to do the rewarded behaviors more often. Of course some girls are easier to casino oyna persuade than others and that is probably where most guys get it wrong to begin with. If you meet a girl that is already naturally a pleaser and likes it when a man takes the lead, you will find her easier to work with than if you are fighting years of conditioning that runs counter to what you want. The truth is that not all girls have what it takes to be a good bimbo and with some it’s not worth trying. I have to say that I prefer to start with a dumb and pretty girl that already shows promise by her attire and attitude.

Some girls have a bit of a daddy-complex and I think those girls are easier to shape and mold. To be honest, I look for girls who are trying hard to be noticed, and then I make sure they have my full attention. Nothing seems to work more magic than being one-hundred percent focused on her and then taking the time to get exactly what you want from her.

Even after they are trained and comfortable with their role as a bimbo, you still have to reward them for being one.

“That’s my good little slut, spread your legs and let me make you feel good.” I said, knowing that the pleasure in her head was stillchemically altering her brain and making her even more receptive to future dangerous encounters.

She scooted down in the seat and closed her eyes as I played with her wet, slick hole the entire fifteen minute drive home. In the first few minutes, I got her really worked up and near orgasm by finger-fucking her greedy little cunt and then I slowed the pace way down and kept her on the verge of cumming for the rest of the drive home. Watching her squirm and pump her slim hips up and down on the passenger seat in a desperate attempt to get all the way to an orgasm had me hard, but I brushed her hands away when she opened her eyes, saw my bulge tenting my pants and reached out to rub my cock.

Emilee must have been searching Forever 21 for more outfits because I didn’t get texted for a bit. I sent her one, reminding her that she just had 18 more minutes. I waited to hear back.

As we drove home from the golf club, I kept the focus on her aching little pussy and swollen clit as I sought to reward her for being a good little slut on the golf course and in the clubhouse. I figured that in another month or two, she would be submissive enough to share with one or more guys, but she wasn’t quite at that stage, despite her rapid progress. Asking that of her now might set her back in her overall training as a bimbo and I liked to keep making progress.

One of the most important rules to remember is that over time, you get more of what you reward. If you want your girl to be more of a cock-hungry bimbo, it makes sense to tell her how proud of her you are and how great she looks when she chooses to wear the new pair of 7″ platform stripper heels to a casual backyard party. Remember to make sure she feels pleasure when she does the right things and immediately gets rewarded for the behavior you want.

In Emilee’s case, it didn’t take much work anymore to get her pussy sopping wet amd squishy. She was already a bit of a slut when I first fucked her and two months of being with me and my steady attention to rewarding behaviors I preferred and discouraging those I found annoying had helped her to act more like the bimbo I wanted her to be for me. In private, she was the perfect little fuckdoll, always eager to take my cock into her holes and receive my generous gifts of sticky cum. She was pretty good in public too, but there were times when she did what I told her to but was internally conflicted. That was why I had made her be our forecaddy. I wanted her to be more comfortable in group situations. If she was to become a total bimbo, she would have to lose those inhibitions next and be the kind of girl that would let my friends watch her get her cunt fucked or kneel down and suck my cock in front of friends or even let my friends fuck her if that was what I wanted.

Just two minutes later I got three more pics. In the first one, she was wearing a new jean miniskirt. It was cute, but I didn’t love it. In the second one, she was posing in a new, peasant-style top. Again, not sexy enough to buy with my cash. The third was Emilee in a mirror selfie, wearing a tight, one-shoulder white minidress that stretched to hug her figure in the chest and waist and stopped just past the very tops canlı casino of her thighs. It was a sexy clubbing style dress that she could wear to dinner also and looked great on her.

“Yes to that third one. I’ll buy you shoes for that dress if you find sexy ones I like.”

“K” was her response.

Once she was on the verge of orgasm in the car, I quietly praised her for her behavior, for teasing my golf buddies and sucking my cock in the locker room. I kept seeking to make sure she understood that my fingers in her slick cunt was reward she had earned.

“You were such a good little slut today, and daddy is so proud of you for teasing daddy’s friends and then making daddy feel so good in the locker room. Close your eyes and feel daddy’s fingers petting your pussy, caressing your clit as your reward for being such a good little fucktoy.”

“Mmmm, yes Daddy. I love how you touch me.” she said dreamily as she made her hips rise and fall against my hand

“That’s my good girl. Think about how daddy makes you feel when you do what daddy asks.”

“Yes daddy. Your Babygirl loves to make you happy daddy.” she responded as I dipped two fingers deep into her honeypot and swirled them round and round. She grabbed my wrist and held it close. Over the past eight weeks, I had used the behavior modification training to get her to talk more when we fucked and to use the words and phrases that played into my role as her benefactor and her role as a bimbo.

A few minutes later I got three pics, all of the same style platform, high heeled pump, but three different colors. One was silver, the other was neon pink and the third was yellow.

“The pink ones, you can get the silver ones too if you find an outfit to go with them.”

“;-) OK!” she replied

Over the past two months I had made it very clear how I wanted her to talk when I was touching her or fucking her and the rewards were effective.

“Don’t stop daddy. Make me cum.. Make your slut’s juices flow over your fingers and give your teen fucktoy what she needs. I need it so badly.” she pleaded as I pulled into the driveway and hit the garage door opener button with my pussy-soaked fingers and drove carefully into the garage, one hand cupping her crease, the other on the steering wheel.

At the Mall, I tried on a new pair of Maui Jims but they looked too big on my face. I put them back on the counter and felt my phone buzz. Emilee had sent me a pic of her in a electric blue low cut top that plunged past her tits but was held together with rhinestone buckles. I said yes to that one as well as a black miniskirt that had sizeable round cutouts with metal rings on each hip.

“Buy the two outfits and two pairs of shoes. Change into the white dress and the pink fuck-me pumps and meet me at the car.” I texted.

“Yes Sir.” was her response.

After the garage door closed, I got out of the car and helped Emilee get out also, leaving her skirt pushed up past her hips as I led her by the hand up to the bedroom.

I guided her onto the bed and she laid down and spread her knees wide, opening up her thighs and exposing her pussy as she looked at me with half-closed eyes.

“You are such a pretty little bimbo with your knees apart like that. Did you have fun today being daddy’s dumb, pretty fuckdoll?”

She took my verbal cues, “Yes, your bimbo was so wet daddy. Make your bimbo cum daddy. Your bimbo’s juicy pussy needs attention. Use it daddy. It’s all yours.” she said as she put her fingers against her labia and spread herself partially and open, showing off her pink cunt framed by her painted nails.

I moved my face down between her spread thighs and she lifted her ass off the bed and spread her lips wide open with her fingers.

“I know what daddy wants. He wants to see his bimbo’s fresh, tight little cunt spread open and waiting for him. It’s always yours daddy. Get a taste. Lick it or stick it.” she said with a grin.

I gently slapped her spread-open sex and she shuddered and shook when I used my index finger to rub her swollen clit around in a tight circle.

“Make me cum daddy. Make your fuckdoll cum. Your bimbo needs to cum daddy. Oh yes! Like that daddy. I’m cumming, daddy’s slut is cumming hard! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she said as the orgasm rushed through her and made her thrash about on the bed like a rag doll.

Outside the Mall, I made it kaçak casino to the car and stood next to it and waited for Emilee. She emerged from the Mall a few minutes later and strode to the car in her neon pink pumps and short, white mini dress. I opened her door and helped her inside, staring at her slim legs as the dress rode up high and gave me a peek at her thong.

“Take your panties off.” I said as I took the Forever 21 package from her hand, closed the door and walked around to the other side.

I didn’t hear any protest from her about my requeat that she go commando. That was a good sign. I tossed the Forever 21 bag into the back seat and sat down in time to see her wiggling the little thong down her thighs, sliding it over her knees and then over her shoes. I held out my hand and she placed the tiny garment into my palm and I hung it from the rear view mirror. I looked over and caught her blushing slightly, but not protesting. I then moved my hand between her thighs and caressed her soft slit gently with my index finger and kissed her pink-stained and heavily glossed lips. She eagerly kissed me back and pushed her tongue into my mouth before I had even started the car.

When I broke the kiss, she kissed my cheek and quietly said,

“Thank you for the new dress and shoes. I love how they look on me. I think you must like my look also.” She said as she felt my finger go deep inside her pussy and begin to flick back and forth inside her.

“Yes. I like your look AND that you do what I ask you to. Now it’s time for dinner.” I said and pulled the car out of the parking spot and drove towards the freeway.

I felt her snuggle her head against my shoulder as I softly caressed her wet pussy all the way to the restaurant. She deserved a reward for wearing that sexy dress and high heels. As I played with her I kept telling her how pretty she was, and how hot she looked in high heels, how when I saw her dressed sexy it made my cock tent my pants and made me want to take her right away. She cooed in my ear and wiggled her hips, and promised to try and keep dressing sexy for me. It was music to my ears.

We got a table at the casual restaurant and a young man came over to wait on us. I ordered a white wine for Emilee and a beer for me. When Our waiter asked for Emilee’s ID, I told him she left it at home and motioned for him to move a bit closer to the table. When he was right next to the booth, I pulled the hem of Emilee’s dress up and exposed her pussy to his gaze. Then I spread her lips apart, caressed her clit gently and let him see her bright pink center.

“Can you please bring her a glass of white wine? She wants it sooooo badly.” I said with a grin.

“Um, yea. Sure.” was all he could stammer out before turning on his heel and heading for the kitchen.

Emilee was mortified. “Oh my god! You showed him my pussy.” Emilee said, unbelieving that I had just exposed her to a stranger.

“Yes, he is getting you a glass of wine.” I said and that didn’t seem to calm her down much.

“I did it because you are beautiful and it excites me to share your beauty with others.” I said, which was partially true. She was pretty and I did love to show her off. But I also did it to show everyone who was in control. I knew she wouldn’t really protest too much, or at least I didn’t think she would bolt out of the restaurant, and I figured he would break the rules if sufficiently motivated. I kissed her mouth, mostly to stop her protests and when she began responding to my kiss, I pressed two fingers inside her and slowly worked them in and out of her as we waited for our drinks. That calmed her down and comforted her. After a minute, I broke our kiss and she snuggled up against me and I pushed my hand between her legs. She slowly spread her thighs apart under the table enough to give me good access to her bare, slick cunt and I gently rubbed my finger back and forth along her puffy lips. She was quickly learning to give me what I wanted and I took every bit of the prize she gave me, rubbing her slick, pink pussy gently with my fingers. Emilee was moving her hips against my fingers under the table, humping against my probing fingers as they petted her tight pussy and stroked her aching clit. I saw the waiter approaching and told Emilee to leave her knees apart but to be still. I pushed my fingers up inside her and wiggled them slightly as I ordered us dinner with one hand in Emilee’s lap under the table cloth. She was gripping a hand on my muscular bicep as I kept my fingers inside her and ordered dinner for the two of us.

So far, things were working out nicely.

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