Healing the Maid

Haley was so young and trusting when she gave herself to the wrong guy only to be dumped for a girl from a rich family. She never knew she could feel so lost and vulnerable … or that the strength and comfort of a real man could make so many problems go away …

Mr. Carlsburg has always had a bit of a soft-spot for the nineteen year old he hired to clean up around the house since his divorce. Her inviting curves would capture any man’s attention, but he’s always looked on her more as a daughter than as a woman. And yet, when he finds her in his home crying over another man, he starts to realize his feelings for her are more real and more possessive. He wants to comfort her and protect her … but more simply and undeniably, he wants her for himself.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a wealthy man of the house and his young and curvy maid, forbidden desires, rough sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

While he was distracted, she found herself studying her boss. Claire’s admiring, even jealous comments from earlier came back as she studied him. He was undeniably handsome, and in his late thirties was still very much in his prime. His hair was dark and cut short in a style that seemed an impossible mix of elegant and effortless. His face was strong, with bright eyes that glinted a metallic blue and a jaw darkened by the hint of stubble. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, a garment whose formality never quite concealed how good the body within it must be: broad-shouldered and athletic.

Haley was always a bit uncomfortable when people brought up how attractive her new boss was, maybe in part because it stirred similar thoughts in herself … thoughts she knew she shouldn’t have. He was her employer, much older, and saw her as more of a daughter than anything. There was something deliciously guilty about imagining what it would feel like to … but she wasn’t that kind of girl. She might not be able to help those kinds of thoughts, but she certainly didn’t have to dwell on them.

Let the other girls giggle and make comments. The closest they ever got was seeing him give talks at the endowed seminars. She was the one who was here, now. She was the one he trusted in his home, trusted to keep his house and sometimes even watch his kids. She would be the one here on a Friday evening, getting bid goodnight. She was the one who knew his smell, felt his touch on her back as he said goodbye for the evening …

That wasn’t the kind of trust she wanted to betray. That wasn’t the kind of girl she was.

“Haley?”

She jumped. Had she been staring? Was she being weird?

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Maid Curvy: Three Stories of Domestic Temptation

When she is curious, he is there to show his experience. When she is tentative, he is there to take control …

Imagine being a young woman, hired as a maid in a home more lavish than you ever dreamed of. The man of the house is established, successful, and so handsome it makes you want to scream. The thrills he sends through you with just a smile are almost frightening, and an appreciative glance is enough to get you wet.

These are alpha males who appreciate the feminine curves of their hired help, and aren’t shy about deciding to take matters into their own hands. The charged passion and forbidden pleasures have never been so hot.

Be sure you’ve got somewhere to be alone before you pick up this steamy bundle!

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, mature and powerful men of the house and young and curvy maids, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from the Sitter series Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

She hooked a strap with one finger and pulled the small garment out of the box. It unfolded smoothly to hang from her hand and she held it up to inspect it.

It was a sheer camisole – meant to enhance and make prominent rather than conceal. A narrow band of fabric ran beneath the bust and connected to string straps at the sides. The rest of the garment was barely there at all. It could have been stuffed into a napkin ring.

Liza was blushing furiously as she held it up. Was this Mrs. Belfour’s? Or a gift for her?

It was exquisite, and the thought of a woman’s body softly revealed underneath the wispy, flowing fabric had her wet all over again, but that was something that happened a little too easily when she was in this house anyways.

She had never seen something like this in person. She couldn’t help but wonder what she might look like in it. She looked down at herself, pensively evaluating her body. She had always been a little on the sturdier side, but over the course of her teenage years that boyish thickness had developed into the soft, feminine curves of a woman.

Her hips and ass were generous and well-defined. Her breasts were on the larger side, full and firm. She’d never slept with a man or been seen naked by one. She liked to think she was pretty, but it was sometimes so easy to think no one thought so or would ever think so …

She took the camisole and held it against herself, looking down to see how it matched her in size. At first glance it looked like a surprisingly good fit. The soft fabric fell down to the tops of her thighs.

She pressed it against herself. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to put something like this on for a man? To wrap herself up in such a seductive garment, knowing it would drive him wild and relishing the feeling of being desired?

She set it down and circled around the front hall to the foot of the main stairs and listened for sounds coming from the children’s rooms. Everything was still and silent. The only light spilled out into the foyer from the kitchen. The rest of the house was dark.

She hurried back to the kitchen and took it into the dining room beyond, where a floor length mirror stood on the north wall.

With the guilty thrill of knowing she was doing something she absolutely should not be doing, she set the box on the dining table beside her and began to slip out of her clothes.

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Toying with the Maid

Joanna’s had a crush on for Mr. Logan ever since she started working for him as a housekeeper, but he’s older, successful, and married, and silly fantasies only get a girl in trouble. Besides, working for the Logans is a great job and she’d never risk letting her feelings show if it could cost her all that.

But Mr. Logan – wealthy, handsome, and used to getting his way – isn’t nearly so skittish about recognizing what he wants and deciding to take it. And as weeks go by, the older man starts to realize that’s exactly how he feels about the curvy young woman he’s hired into his home.

And once she’s his, the fun’s only started, because a man like Mr. Logan never does things half-heartedly. What starts out as a sweet, forbidden romance starts to push her boundaries in a hurry, and when she inadvertantly shows up while he has several friends visiting, she finds herself the center of some very intense attention.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young curvy maid, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, multiple partners and group menage, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

Joanna had fallen asleep on the couch again. It had gotten late, and she had finished her duties hours ago. Usually she only had to work at the Logan’s until ten or so, but since Mrs. Logan had been travelling, she had been asked to stay to watch the house until Mr. Logan got home. When Mr. Logan worked nights, he usually wasn’t back until almost midnight, and tonight, like several in the past, he found the young maid dozing lightly in the living room, her hair loose and surrounding her young, gently smiling face. An arm was draped across her stomach, pressed against the undersides of her full breasts and making her soft, lush body as inviting as he had ever seen it.

She woke slowly as she felt his hand on her shoulder and looked up, blinking sleepily.

“Oh, Mr. Logan.” She brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry it was so late again, Joanna,” he said. “You know I hate to keep you so long.”

She sat up. “Oh, it’s alright,” she said. “I’m happy to stay late.”

Her eyes stayed on his handsome face, following the strong line of his jaw and lingering on the salt and pepper of his short hair. She’d probably never admit it, but she loved waking up to him like this. It felt so familiar and intimate. It was like she was stealing a little piece of what it would be like to wake up in his arms in the morning.

Increasingly over the months since she had started working for him, she had been forced to acknowledge those feelings, even if she would never dare let them show. Her boss excited her. He was incredibly handsome in the distinguished way of a man in his forties, influential and wealthy, and basically a good man who had never quite lost the bad boy streak she was told he used to be known for in his younger days. She had been taken into his home, trusted to occasionally watch his kids, and it was a moment like this, waking up to him, warm and comfortable with his hand on her arm, that everything forbidden and impossible that she wanted seemed almost real.

But she was just twenty, and she was smart enough to know that they were just the fantasies of a silly girl spending time around a man she could never have.

At least, that was what she thought until tonight as she looked up, still blinking sleepily, and saw the way he was watching her.

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The Maid’s Crush

He was strong, mature, and handsome, and he had never been tempted to be unfaithful to his wife by the beautiful women whose attentions he attracted. She was the curvy nineteen year old that he never thought twice about hiring to help clean up around the house.

But desire for Alexa’s voluptuous young body eats its way into Mr. Eldridge’s mind, just as his mature allure quickly begins to dominate her young fantasies. When he walks in on her in his bedroom, helplessly surrendering to her taboo thoughts, it’s the last straw to push the forceful older man to take what he wants, and at this point he just can’t help that he’s going to make her first time as hard and rough as she can take.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a young curvy maid, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

He laughed softly as he surveyed the situation. “So, isn’t this something.” He walked over and put a hand to my cheek, holding my gaze on him. “For weeks now I’ve been wound up, knowing I shouldn’t want you, knowing it would be wrong to put my hands on you.”

I looked into his eyes in sudden disbelief.

“All of that restraint, and all of it over a young woman like you I never I expected to want.” He laughed again. “And here I find you, in my bedroom.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, still unsure if I was in trouble. “It’s my fault. I’m just some silly girl who –”

“No,” he said. “You’re so young. How can it be your fault? I’m the one who let … this happen.” His eyes were playing over me and the way he said the word “this” sent a strange, forbidden shiver running through my body. “You found my wife’s favorite camisole,” he observed looking at the garment on the bed beside me.

Guiltily, I nodded. “It was … just sort of fun to imagine for a minute being a woman who could please you.”

His eyes traced over me again. “You know, you don’t have to compete with women like her. Here you are, so young and innocent and … so fully a woman. She is beautiful, but when I see you, the curves of your body make me forget all of that. You don’t have to have what she has.” He put a brushing hand to my face and then ran it down my throat and along the outside of my left breast. “Have you ever been with a man, Alexa?”

After a moment, I shook my head weakly.

“Do you want me to show you how you already please me?”

Again unable to voice a response, I nodded.

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Appealing Curves: Watched by Her Boss

Claire doesn’t expect much to come from her attempts to get a job, at least until she meets Mr. Trudeau. He’s rich, incredibly handsome, frustrated by an ungrateful wife, and he’s looking for a maid. Wanting to be with him seems like an impossible dream, but denying her feelings is becoming harder and harder.

And when she glimpses him watching her change, she realizes he might feel the same way. The experience of being watched is so much hotter and more thrilling than she’d ever expected, and now that she has the older man’s attention, it’s only a matter of time before he decides to take control and take what he wants …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and a curvy inexperienced maid, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

A wave of hot, forbidden excitement rushed through her body as she glimpsed movement out of the corner of her eye through the gap in the door. Yes, he was in the study. She was situated perfectly in his line of sight, standing in front of the mirror, looking at her own flushed, excited face.

Slowly she peeled away her uniform. First was the soft nylon top, and she let it flutter to the corner of the bathroom with a little flick. She made a show of looking at herself in the mirror, turning around and bending to push her ass out as she slid the athletic shorts down her thighs.

Now she was standing in full view in just her underwear. She didn’t dare sneak a peek at whether Mr. Trudeau was still in the office, but she hadn’t heard him leave. She could almost feel his eyes on her, running over her body. It was incredible. She had never imagined being watched could feel like this.

With an arch of her back, she began to take off her bra and lift it over her head.

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Catching the Maid

Adrian Belfour seems like a man with everything he could possibly want: wealth, success, good looks, a beautiful home, and a family. But six months ago he hired Liza to help around the house, and now the unflappable man can’t get her out of his head.

Liza loves working for Mr. Belfour, as much for the thrill of being around him as for his generosity. She won’t let herself hope for anything more, but sometimes she can’t help but fantasize just a little. What’s the harm, as long as no one finds out?

But when Adrian walks in on the curvy young woman trying on some of his wife’s lingerie, he loses control. He has to have her, even if it is desperately forbidden and much too rough for Liza’s first time …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a mature man of the house and his curvy inexperienced maid, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Sitter series with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

She hooked a strap with one finger and pulled the small garment out of the box. It unfolded smoothly to hang from her hand and she held it up to inspect it.

It was a sheer camisole – meant to enhance and make prominent rather than conceal. A narrow band of fabric ran beneath the bust and connected to string straps at the sides. The rest of the garment was barely there at all. It could have been stuffed into a napkin ring.

Liza was blushing furiously as she held it up. Was this Mrs. Belfour’s? Or a gift for her?

It was exquisite, and the thought of a woman’s body softly revealed underneath the wispy, flowing fabric had her wet all over again, but that was something that happened a little too easily when she was in this house anyways.

She had never seen something like this in person. She couldn’t help but wonder what she might look like in it. She looked down at herself, pensively evaluating her body. She had always been a little on the sturdier side, but over the course of her teenage years that boyish thickness had developed into the soft, feminine curves of a woman.

Her hips and ass were generous and well-defined. Her breasts were on the larger side, full and firm. She’d never slept with a man or been seen naked by one. She liked to think she was pretty, but it was sometimes so easy to think no one thought so or would ever think so …

She took the camisole and held it against herself, looking down to see how it matched her in size. At first glance it looked like a surprisingly good fit. The soft fabric fell down to the tops of her thighs.

She pressed it against herself. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to put something like this on for a man? To wrap herself up in such a seductive garment, knowing it would drive him wild and relishing the feeling of being desired?

She set it down and circled around the front hall to the foot of the main stairs and listened for sounds coming from the children’s rooms. Everything was still and silent. The only light spilled out into the foyer from the kitchen. The rest of the house was dark.

She hurried back to the kitchen and took it into the dining room beyond, where a floor length mirror stood on the north wall.

With the guilty thrill of knowing she was doing something she absolutely should not be doing, she set the box on the dining table beside her and began to slip out of her clothes.

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Becoming His Curvy Test Subject: The Complete Series

Fresh out of college, Tracy Gelman has managed to land an internship at a prestigious behavioral research institute. Resigned to making coffee and working the copier, she’s just thrilled to be in the same building as the famous and handsome researcher Dr. Peter Asheville. Little does the curvy young woman realize just how intimately his next project will involve her.

When a chance encounter catches his eye, she quickly becomes the center of his newest project. His studies of sexual pleasure have led him to design a program to create the ideal bimbo: voluptuous, horny, and desperate to please. Now he has the perfect test subject, and he’s prepared to work intimately and untiringly with her until he has shaped her into his perfect sexual plaything, though of course he’ll be willing to share.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvy young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Becoming His Curvy Test Subject follows Tracy’s transformation into a willing sex toy over the course of the three part series, now combined in a single volume.

Excerpt:

I lived in a rhythmic haze, at times completely caught up in the changes I was experiencing and at other times regaining enough of a clear head to understand what was happening. Gradually I began to recognize that this wasn’t about unleashing some empowering sense of sexuality. It was about making me into the perfect bimbo, a voluptuous sex kitten dwelling in the world of sensual pleasure. At first the thought alarmed me, but as the treatments went on, the more the thought excited me. I began to consciously work towards the little things that might please Dr. Samprez and bring me in line with what he wanted me to be. I awaited new measurements with breathless excitement. When my first reaction to any request wasn’t immediate and eager obedience, I stumbled over myself to apologize and beg his forgiveness.

I was starting to have trouble with complicated ideas, and even that I began to appreciate. The complicated ideas were all just distractions anyways. The simple things were the important things. Pleasure. Obedience. Keeping myself sexy and available. When anything that didn’t have to do with those things came up, men like Dr. Samprez were happy to worry about them for me in exchange for a little of those things that I did understand.

But best of all was the effect my changes had on them. That was where I took my greatest satisfaction. When I had first wandered in through their doors they had looked on me like a nice piece of clay, something they could do something with but not terribly interesting in my own right. But now I often saw their admiring glances. I saw the way they responded to my welcoming body and the little things I did to please them.

It was Dr. Samprez in particular that I focused on. I knew he wanted me, and that he was only managing to restrain himself because he didn’t want to interfere with the experiment in its early stages. But I didn’t care about the experiment. I cared about him, and I knew I could make him happy if he let me.

So I became a bit of a bad girl. I watched for the little things I did that most affected him and did them at every opportunity. I came and sat on his lap whenever he was too distracted to immediately shoo me away. Once or twice I managed to brush his groin with a thigh or a hand and could tell I made him hard. He had created his perfect sex toy and now I took it upon myself to be sure he got to play with me before his sense of responsibility left us both unhappy.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.

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Becoming His Curvy Test Subject 3: At Large

Hopelessly struck by Dr. Peter Asheville’s good looks, celebrity renown, and of course his erotic pleasure therapy techniques, Tracy Gelman has surrendered herself to the famous researcher’s experimental project to create the perfect sex kitten: voluptuous, horny, and eager to please. A month ago she was just a shy intern drifting without direction, but through intense and extensive pleasure therapy – along with the physical tweaks to give her the curves to make any man go wild – she has proven a flawless test subject for the doctor’s highly charged experiments in creating his ideal bimbo.

In the wake of his success, Dr. Asheville’s lab is moving to a private facility and he’s sent Tracy to stay with his friend across town. But after weeks living in a world of eager obedience and simple pleasures, she’s become dependent on the man that transformed her – and on the pleasure treatment regimen that satisfied her overcharged sex drive. Deprived of them both, the sheltered, pleasure-loving test subject soon finds herself helplessly horny and helplessly lost in the big city, trying to pretend she doesn’t have a body specifically designed to make all the men around her wild with desire.

She wants to be a good girl and find Dr. Asheville’s friend, but soon she’ll be unable to resist even the most casual advances, and it’s only a matter of time before someone comes along to take advantage of the situation.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvaceous young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

At Large is the third installment of the Becoming His Curvy Test Subject series. Each episode can be enjoyed in order or as a standalone story.

Excerpt

My skimpy clothes were clinging to me as I stepped in out of the rain. I was shivering, just a little bit, and it felt good to close the door behind me and feel the warm air of the bar wash over my chilled body, even if the mingling smells of liquor and smoke stung my nostrils just a bit. My face scrunched up at their unexpected intensity.

I looked around shyly. Immediately I felt out of place and I could see some of the men near the door turning to notice me as I stood hesitating on the threshold. Was this a mistake? Coming in here now? I hadn’t been out in public since early in Dr. Vellano’s treatment program – not since the changes had really started – and now I was at the center of so many unfamiliar faces with expressions that made it clear how much I stuck out. Some of them were openly appreciative or even a little predatory as they took in my appearance.

Even in a nightclub filled with men and women trying to look their best, my ripe, inviting form stood out effortlessly. The wet blouse I had been given clung to my breasts and my nipples were poking through the almost sheer cloth as though an advertisement.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.

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Becoming His Curvy Test Subject 2: Passed Around

Hopelessly struck by Dr. Peter Asheville’s good looks, celebrity renown, and of course his erotic pleasure therapy techniques, Tracy Gelman has surrendered herself to the famous researcher’s experimental project to create the perfect sex kitten: voluptuous, horny, and eager to please. A month ago she was just a shy intern drifting without direction, but through intense and extensive pleasure therapy – along with the physical tweaks to give her the curves to make any man go wild – she has proven a flawless test subject for the doctor’s highly charged experiments in creating his ideal bimbo.

But now he’s decided it’s time to bring this breakthrough the attention it deserves, and he’s going to put Tracy centerstage for a demonstration of his new techniques to a group of colleagues flying in from across the country. But maybe even he has underestimated the power of the changes he has inspired in his little project, because once the doors are closed and the presentations have begun, things seem ready to get hot and out of control, very fast.

Can the doctor’s submissive, pleasure-loving creation handle all the appetites of a world driven wild by her sexual allure? Or will she prove powerless to resist even her own scientifically enhanced urges to take it hard and fast from any man who will give it to her?
Passed Around is the second installment of the Becoming His Curvy Test Subject series. Each episode can be enjoyed in order or as a standalone story.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, rough group sex, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvy young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

“She’s at her most docile immediately after a session,” he went on. “This was usually when I found it easiest to take measurements and gauge progress. At other times she can be – through no ill intent of her own – a little … excitable. That is, if you’d like to examine her, now would be a good time.”

A babble of quiet speculation met his words. Several of the researchers approached me. They were initially dubious but I smiled encouragingly at them, happy to show I could be cooperative, and managed to stand up straight and expectant. Dr. Asheville usually gave me a little longer to recover after an orgasm, but I was supposed to be on especially good behavior.

They surrounded me, obviously enthusiastic about the chance to examine me. Curious fingers felt the smoothness of my skin, the contour of my side, and ran through my thick, lush hair. I basked quietly in their attention and let them touch me wherever they wanted. All the little caresses – ten or twelve hands on me at once – gave me the hot, sort of dirty feeling that my body was public property.

A pair of strong hands cupped my breasts and a light breath of pleasure escaped my parted lips. I looked up to see the doctor I had been fantasizing about earlier. He smiled at me, his eyes appreciative.

Other hands, more daring still, felt the fullness of my ass and even brushed over the wet lips of my pussy. I drew in a sharp gasp at the touch and obediently held still, silently waiting for it to return. I couldn’t see who it had been. Several of the researchers seemed impressed by my immediate and intense reaction, and soon another curious finger ran along my slick, sensitive folds. My knees weakened and my eyes closed as I focused all my attention on the touch, willing it to return. It came again and my hands clenched as I fought to remain still and upright at the center of the examiners. And it came again, this time the touch probed at my hole and pushed into me. An abrupt orgasm burst through me, all the more intense for the way I was trying to fight it. My legs shook and a few quiet moans escaped my mouth. “Please don’t rile her up,” I heard Dr. Asheville’s chiding voice. “She’s trying to hold still for you.”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.

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Becoming His Curvy Test Subject 1

Fresh out of college, Tracy Gelman has managed to land an internship at a prestigious behavioral research institute. Resigned to making coffee and working the copier, she’s just thrilled to be in the same building as the famous and handsome researcher Dr. Peter Asheville. Little does the curvy young woman realize just how intimately his next project will involve her.

When a chance encounter catches his eye, she quickly becomes the center of his newest project. His studies of sexual pleasure have led him to design a program to create the ideal bimbo: voluptuous, horny, and desperate to please. Now he has the perfect test subject, and he’s prepared to work intimately and untiringly with her until he has shaped her into his perfect sexual plaything, though of course he’ll be willing to share.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, medical examination, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, curvy young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

I lived in a rhythmic haze, at times completely caught up in the changes I was experiencing and at other times regaining enough of a clear head to understand what was happening. Gradually I began to recognize that this wasn’t about unleashing some empowering sense of sexuality. It was about making me into the perfect bimbo, a voluptuous sex kitten dwelling in the world of sensual pleasure. At first the thought alarmed me, but as the treatments went on, the more the thought excited me. I began to consciously work towards the little things that might please Dr. Samprez and bring me in line with what he wanted me to be. I awaited new measurements with breathless excitement. When my first reaction to any request wasn’t immediate and eager obedience, I stumbled over myself to apologize and beg his forgiveness.

I was starting to have trouble with complicated ideas, and even that I began to appreciate. The complicated ideas were all just distractions anyways. The simple things were the important things. Pleasure. Obedience. Keeping myself sexy and available. When anything that didn’t have to do with those things came up, men like Dr. Samprez were happy to worry about them for me in exchange for a little of those things that I did understand.

But best of all was the effect my changes had on them. That was where I took my greatest satisfaction. When I had first wandered in through their doors they had looked on me like a nice piece of clay, something they could do something with but not terribly interesting in my own right. But now I often saw their admiring glances. I saw the way they responded to my welcoming body and the little things I did to please them.

It was Dr. Samprez in particular that I focused on. I knew he wanted me, and that he was only managing to restrain himself because he didn’t want to interfere with the experiment in its early stages. But I didn’t care about the experiment. I cared about him, and I knew I could make him happy if he let me.

So I became a bit of a bad girl. I watched for the little things I did that most affected him and did them at every opportunity. I came and sat on his lap whenever he was too distracted to immediately shoo me away. Once or twice I managed to brush his groin with a thigh or a hand and could tell I made him hard. He had created his perfect sex toy and now I took it upon myself to be sure he got to play with me before his sense of responsibility left us both unhappy.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy series with full consent of the original author.

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