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Bimbos Are Made, Not Born Ch. 03

by badboylax 10/06/13

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 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 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.

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