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Fuckdolls love to show off their Masters cum on their bodies before they lick it off themselves

Sophie Dee. Those eyes and those tits. My god.

(via bimbocandy)

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I want to say that I’m humiliated, dressing up for him like this. I think a part of me probably is. But really, all I actually feel most of the time is turned on. I’m nothing more than an object to him, a dim and empty doll that he can dress up and use for his perverse pleasure. And that thought just makes me drip.

Some nights I can’t sleep because I’m so turned on. I just lay there, playing with my tits - which I got enhanced simply to entertain him. It was just a whim. He said “You could use bigger tits” as he left the room (I was sprawled on the floor, his come coating my face). Less than an hour later I was calling surgeons.

It’s not that I can’t remember my old life. I remember my job, my fiance, my friends. I remember how important those things were. It’s just that this - being an ornament, a fuckdoll, a slave and a slut for him - is so much more important that all of those things pale in comparison.

I don’t know how he did this to me. I assume he hypnotized me or brainwashed me somehow. I assume he programmed me to forget? I don’t have any evidence of that, it just makes sense. Again, I feel like I should be humiliated or angry or frightened by that, but I’m not. I’m turned on. I love that he’s gone in and fucked with my brain to make me a better servant girl. I hope he does it more.

God, I’m fucking wet from talking about this. I wish I could get myself off, but he doesn’t allow me to. Maybe I’ll just edge myself for a few hours, get my brain nice and mushy for him. That sounds amazing. Sitting and touching myself, thinking about how well-trained I am for him, about what a docile little slut he’s made me, so horny and weak-willed and desperate to serve…

…excuse me, I’ve got to go now.

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Justine had been looking forward to their birthday getaway ever since they had first made plans about it nine months ago. Ever since Noelle and she had split apart and went to different colleges, it was like the sisters never saw each other. On some level, it was a good thing for the twins.  Matching outfits everyday through out elementary school, having the same friends throughout high school. It was a good thing for the two of them to carve out an identity for themselves. Justine had to admit, after all those years of being one of “those twin girls”, it was nice instead to just be Justine, the law student. 
Noelle had graduated college, Justine was sure of that. That was the last time she had seen her sister. It took her an extra couple of semesters, but she did it.  Since then, Noelle had been out on the left coast, doing… well, something. Justine and their parents had never quite understood what Noelle had been doing.   
Finally, after her long-delayed flight had landed, and her rental car made its way through what-seemed-too-treacherous mountain roads, Justine had found herself at the cabin that they were going to stay at. Noelle’s boyfriend (Whoever he was?) had owned it, or his family did. He was going to join them in a few days after the girls had time to reconnect. Justine was shocked to find that her sister had bleached her hair blonde.  Justine had always liked her hair (and by extension, her twin’s hair) so it was just a shock to see her face staring back at her with blonde hair.
That night, they stayed up late talking. Noelle had always been flighty.  She was the artsy one, the creative one, the right-brained one (or was it left-brained? Justine never could remember. Her psych 101 teacher said it was all bullshit anyways). But now she was, just, well a ditz.  She giggled, and literally bounced in her seat when she was excited. Her voice went up at the end of every sentence, like a teenage girl asking a question. She talked a lot more about her boyfriend, Joe, than she did about her career. Justine was a bit dismayed that her twin sister had ended up as just a part-time receptionist for her boyfriend’s company.
It was the next morning that they discovered that the weather that had delayed her flight had fallen on their heads. “We’re not gonna make it to the slopes today, sis. We’re snoooooowed in,” Noelle said with a big smile, poking her head into her sister’s room, “I made some pancakes, and they should still be warm.” She then flounced away to go into her room. She had to call Joe, Justine surmised.  
Justine had pulled out a few books and tried to catch up on her reading for Intro to Civil Procedure. The cabin had a radio, but no TV, and no internet. She had to spend her time doing something.  But she quickly realized that Noelle had different ideas.  At first, she thought she was just hearing the wind through the cabin or something, but no, Noelle was moaning. She had to be biting on her pillow to try to keep it discrete, that was why it was so muffled. Then Justine tried to give her some space. She had an embarrassing story like this from the sophomore year during high school; the very least she could do was return the favor for her.
But then her sister just kept going. It was more than two hours. That was fine, but after the second day of being snowed in, she had to at least stick her head in.  Noelle… shit, she was going at it like at a 12 year old boy. She had her forehead pressed against the headboards, a gag in her mouth, and a bright pink-purplish dildo slipping in and out of her slit with speed usually reserved for Formula 1 racetracks.
Justine was sure she was just about to stop, but Noelle kept at it for another three or four (Justine wasn’t quite sure) goes. Finally, she coughed and Noelle snapped attention to her. She reached behind her head and undid the gag. The same winsome smile that Justine used when answering questions in class crossed Noelle’s face.  “Oops, sorry, these were just some birthday gifts from Joe.  They’re great!”
The next day, the snow had melted to the point where they could get out, and Justine did get some supplies, but for some reason, neither wanted to make a go at skiing or snow-shoeing today. Noelle went at it again, and Justine just laid on her bed and listened to, well, the sounds of her own muffled voice gasp and moan in pleasure. If that little fake cock could do that to Noelle, then it had to be able to do that to her.  Noelle was so cheerful when they talked.  Was that the secret?   Just plenty of orgasms every day all afternoon?  Damn, she really wanted to try it. 
Noelle had stopped everyday around six to phone Joe and talk for a couple hours and make dinner. Justine made her decision then to try to see what her sister’s toy could do. She snuck into Noelle’s room and grabbed the toy. She wiped it down with her sister’s shirt, but was too eager to try it to think of any further cleaning. After all, her sister’s cunt was practically her own.
It didn’t look like much, no special features, not anything she had seen on the internet, but just holding it in her hand, she could just tell that there was something to it. She moaned the second it touched her lips. She bit down hard as it entered inside of her. Her screams might have caused an avalanche, she didn’t care, the thing just felt too damn good. No wonder Noelle had lost hours to it. 
She didn’t pass out, but she was pretty out of it when her sister tapped her on the head.  “Good, huh?” Noelle’s smile matching Justine’s,   “Joe got it for me for my birthday last year, and I’ve used it every day since then. This thing is good, but, gawd, just like, wait until you meet Joe.  That’s nothing compared to sucking his cock.”
"Though that thing doesn’t get tired, so Joe has me to use it as much as I want… The thing is is that like, he really needs me to start working full-time, but I really need the time with my… our  toy, so I was thinking like, you could work mornings and I use it, and then at lunch, we both blow Joe, and then I start working and you can use it? Right? Really smart!  No one would notice the difference.”
"The only thing is, you’ll need to start dying your hair and drop out of law school, but that’s like, okay right?"  Justine nodded instantly, any thoughts of her Contracts class had dribbled out of her a dozen orgasms ago. "Like, awesome! Ok, so before Joe gets here tomorrow, I’m just gonna teach you a few things about how he likes it.  Let me get underneath you."
She slid underneath her sister, “Oooh, big wet spot.  Naughty girl! I like that.  Oh, one last thing! Joe just calls me Dolly at work, so that’s, like, just gonna be our name now.  Is that okay, Dolly? If you’re good, maybe we’ll get you a toy of your own.”
{3 prompt story:  twin sisters, dildos, blizzard.  I’ll be honest, I’m pretty proud of the picture as I had to draw in the dildo.}

Sweet jesus. This is a… I don’t know the right word for what it is, beyond “a crazy good story”.
There’s so much that’s done well that I can’t begin to list it all. So let me just mention the aspect that really took my breath away - the way that, at the end, the two girls are becoming functionally interchangeable. The references throughout of them being twins and looking the same (yet different) are a perfect buildup. The culmination, with Noelle saying “that’s, like, just gonna be our name now,” was amazing. Not “your name”, “ourname”. They are, effectively, the same person. And something about that is bonkers hot to me.

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bimbosminder:

Justine had been looking forward to their birthday getaway ever since they had first made plans about it nine months ago. Ever since Noelle and she had split apart and went to different colleges, it was like the sisters never saw each other. On some level, it was a good thing for the twins.  Matching outfits everyday through out elementary school, having the same friends throughout high school. It was a good thing for the two of them to carve out an identity for themselves. Justine had to admit, after all those years of being one of “those twin girls”, it was nice instead to just be Justine, the law student. 

Noelle had graduated college, Justine was sure of that. That was the last time she had seen her sister. It took her an extra couple of semesters, but she did it.  Since then, Noelle had been out on the left coast, doing… well, something. Justine and their parents had never quite understood what Noelle had been doing.   

Finally, after her long-delayed flight had landed, and her rental car made its way through what-seemed-too-treacherous mountain roads, Justine had found herself at the cabin that they were going to stay at. Noelle’s boyfriend (Whoever he was?) had owned it, or his family did. He was going to join them in a few days after the girls had time to reconnect. Justine was shocked to find that her sister had bleached her hair blonde.  Justine had always liked her hair (and by extension, her twin’s hair) so it was just a shock to see her face staring back at her with blonde hair.

That night, they stayed up late talking. Noelle had always been flighty.  She was the artsy one, the creative one, the right-brained one (or was it left-brained? Justine never could remember. Her psych 101 teacher said it was all bullshit anyways). But now she was, just, well a ditz.  She giggled, and literally bounced in her seat when she was excited. Her voice went up at the end of every sentence, like a teenage girl asking a question. She talked a lot more about her boyfriend, Joe, than she did about her career. Justine was a bit dismayed that her twin sister had ended up as just a part-time receptionist for her boyfriend’s company.

It was the next morning that they discovered that the weather that had delayed her flight had fallen on their heads. “We’re not gonna make it to the slopes today, sis. We’re snoooooowed in,” Noelle said with a big smile, poking her head into her sister’s room, “I made some pancakes, and they should still be warm.” She then flounced away to go into her room. She had to call Joe, Justine surmised.  

Justine had pulled out a few books and tried to catch up on her reading for Intro to Civil Procedure. The cabin had a radio, but no TV, and no internet. She had to spend her time doing something.  But she quickly realized that Noelle had different ideas.  At first, she thought she was just hearing the wind through the cabin or something, but no, Noelle was moaning. She had to be biting on her pillow to try to keep it discrete, that was why it was so muffled. Then Justine tried to give her some space. She had an embarrassing story like this from the sophomore year during high school; the very least she could do was return the favor for her.

But then her sister just kept going. It was more than two hours. That was fine, but after the second day of being snowed in, she had to at least stick her head in.  Noelle… shit, she was going at it like at a 12 year old boy. She had her forehead pressed against the headboards, a gag in her mouth, and a bright pink-purplish dildo slipping in and out of her slit with speed usually reserved for Formula 1 racetracks.

Justine was sure she was just about to stop, but Noelle kept at it for another three or four (Justine wasn’t quite sure) goes. Finally, she coughed and Noelle snapped attention to her. She reached behind her head and undid the gag. The same winsome smile that Justine used when answering questions in class crossed Noelle’s face.  “Oops, sorry, these were just some birthday gifts from Joe.  They’re great!”

The next day, the snow had melted to the point where they could get out, and Justine did get some supplies, but for some reason, neither wanted to make a go at skiing or snow-shoeing today. Noelle went at it again, and Justine just laid on her bed and listened to, well, the sounds of her own muffled voice gasp and moan in pleasure. If that little fake cock could do that to Noelle, then it had to be able to do that to her.  Noelle was so cheerful when they talked.  Was that the secret?   Just plenty of orgasms every day all afternoon?  Damn, she really wanted to try it. 

Noelle had stopped everyday around six to phone Joe and talk for a couple hours and make dinner. Justine made her decision then to try to see what her sister’s toy could do. She snuck into Noelle’s room and grabbed the toy. She wiped it down with her sister’s shirt, but was too eager to try it to think of any further cleaning. After all, her sister’s cunt was practically her own.

It didn’t look like much, no special features, not anything she had seen on the internet, but just holding it in her hand, she could just tell that there was something to it. She moaned the second it touched her lips. She bit down hard as it entered inside of her. Her screams might have caused an avalanche, she didn’t care, the thing just felt too damn good. No wonder Noelle had lost hours to it. 

She didn’t pass out, but she was pretty out of it when her sister tapped her on the head.  “Good, huh?” Noelle’s smile matching Justine’s,   “Joe got it for me for my birthday last year, and I’ve used it every day since then. This thing is good, but, gawd, just like, wait until you meet Joe.  That’s nothing compared to sucking his cock.”

"Though that thing doesn’t get tired, so Joe has me to use it as much as I want… The thing is is that like, he really needs me to start working full-time, but I really need the time with my… our toy, so I was thinking like, you could work mornings and I use it, and then at lunch, we both blow Joe, and then I start working and you can use it? Right? Really smart!  No one would notice the difference.”

"The only thing is, you’ll need to start dying your hair and drop out of law school, but that’s like, okay right?"  Justine nodded instantly, any thoughts of her Contracts class had dribbled out of her a dozen orgasms ago. "Like, awesome! Ok, so before Joe gets here tomorrow, I’m just gonna teach you a few things about how he likes it.  Let me get underneath you."

She slid underneath her sister, “Oooh, big wet spot.  Naughty girl! I like that.  Oh, one last thing! Joe just calls me Dolly at work, so that’s, like, just gonna be our name now.  Is that okay, Dolly? If you’re good, maybe we’ll get you a toy of your own.”

{3 prompt story:  twin sisters, dildos, blizzard.  I’ll be honest, I’m pretty proud of the picture as I had to draw in the dildo.}

Sweet jesus. This is a… I don’t know the right word for what it is, beyond “a crazy good story”.

There’s so much that’s done well that I can’t begin to list it all. So let me just mention the aspect that really took my breath away - the way that, at the end, the two girls are becoming functionally interchangeable. The references throughout of them being twins and looking the same (yet different) are a perfect buildup. The culmination, with Noelle saying “that’s, like, just gonna be our name now,” was amazing. Not “your name”, “ourname”. They are, effectively, the same person. And something about that is bonkers hot to me.

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Bimbos make everything better, example #507: The handbra.

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Whenever Hannah was in New York, this was the hotel she stayed in. She loved the beautiful, spacious rooms. She loved the grand views of the city. She loved the exquisite room service. She loved the attentive and professional staff.

She also loved the lights over her bed, and how they brainwashed her. She loved how they made her weak and stupid and compliant. She loved how she spent her entire trip laying in this room, staring at them. She loved how they programmed her, ensuring that she spent at least one weekend a month here. She loved how the hotel management booked ‘visitors’ for her - rich men who came and fucked her however they liked. She loved how helpless and wanton and docile she was with them. She loved that she was a slut. She loved that she paid for the privilege, putting the hotel’s exorbitant room rates on her credit card so they could use her as a high-priced hooker. She loved that she was nothing but three holes, an empty head, and a very large bank account to them. She loved that they took advantage of her. She loved that she was a brainless bimbo toy for them to manipulate. She loved how she forgot everything as soon as she left. She loved creating false memories of her trip to fool herself. She loved recommending the hotel to her richest and sexiest friends, gushing about it, recruiting for them.

She didn’t remember that she loved some of those things, though.

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I was kinda bored when I first started watching this thingy, but it’s actually pretty fun now! It’s super comfy just, like, kneeling down here, and this funny spinning picture screen thingy is totally cool to watch.
I kinda forget why I came in here, but I sorta remember I was wearing, like, lots of boring stuff? Like, a business lady’s suit or whatever. Isn’t that weird? I dunno why I’d wear something like that. Anyway, now I get to be naked, which is wicked awesome.
This guy keeps coming in, to check on me or whatever. He’s super hot! He was here when I got to this place this morning. I think I was kinda rude to him or something? I dunno. I feel like I was in a real big rush or whatever. I dunno why - where would I have to be, right? But anyway, I was, like, snapping at him or something. That doesn’t really seem like me, so maybe I’m remembering it wrong.
But, like, anyway! He gave me some, like… I dunno, papers, or something? An’ he was like “Oh, right in here, Mrs. Coulson.” An’ that’s super weird, because everybody always just calls me Steffi. Right? I think…
Anyway, I came in here, an’ the screen thingy was on, and I just sorta started watching it. He came in a couple times to like, take off my clothes, an’ to make me kneel down. And they were both like, super good ideas, an’ I felt way better as soon as I did them. He’s wicked smart!
I think I’ve been watching this thingy for, like, a long time now? I’m not sure. It’s tough to tell! It doesn’t really matter, though. If I’m s’posta do anything else, I know that guy will tell me. He came in once and had me suck his cock. That was pretty awesome - sucking cock is great, I wish I could do it more! - but he was kinda standing in front of the screen thingy and I wanted to keep watching that, too. So I was real glad when he was done - I got to swallow his cum, which is super cool, an’ then I got to see the spinny thing on the screen again! So it was, like, double awesome or whatever.
Later he came in an’ got behind me and fucked me for a while. That was awesome. I got to get fucked, and I got to watch the screen! An’ the whole time he, like, talked to me about stuff. He told me about how I was a dumb little bimbo, an’ how I was gonna be his personal fucktoy from now on, an’ all that sounded totally cool to me! He said something about how I was gonna, like, forget all about my old life, or something? I didn’t understand that part. But I don’t think I have to worry about it! If it’s important, he’ll tell me what to do. I’m just gonna keep watching the screen!
(Inspired by this suggestion. Thanks!)

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I was kinda bored when I first started watching this thingy, but it’s actually pretty fun now! It’s super comfy just, like, kneeling down here, and this funny spinning picture screen thingy is totally cool to watch.

I kinda forget why I came in here, but I sorta remember I was wearing, like, lots of boring stuff? Like, a business lady’s suit or whatever. Isn’t that weird? I dunno why I’d wear something like that. Anyway, now I get to be naked, which is wicked awesome.

This guy keeps coming in, to check on me or whatever. He’s super hot! He was here when I got to this place this morning. I think I was kinda rude to him or something? I dunno. I feel like I was in a real big rush or whatever. I dunno why - where would I have to be, right? But anyway, I was, like, snapping at him or something. That doesn’t really seem like me, so maybe I’m remembering it wrong.

But, like, anyway! He gave me some, like… I dunno, papers, or something? An’ he was like “Oh, right in here, Mrs. Coulson.” An’ that’s super weird, because everybody always just calls me Steffi. Right? I think…

Anyway, I came in here, an’ the screen thingy was on, and I just sorta started watching it. He came in a couple times to like, take off my clothes, an’ to make me kneel down. And they were both like, super good ideas, an’ I felt way better as soon as I did them. He’s wicked smart!

I think I’ve been watching this thingy for, like, a long time now? I’m not sure. It’s tough to tell! It doesn’t really matter, though. If I’m s’posta do anything else, I know that guy will tell me. He came in once and had me suck his cock. That was pretty awesome - sucking cock is great, I wish I could do it more! - but he was kinda standing in front of the screen thingy and I wanted to keep watching that, too. So I was real glad when he was done - I got to swallow his cum, which is super cool, an’ then I got to see the spinny thing on the screen again! So it was, like, double awesome or whatever.

Later he came in an’ got behind me and fucked me for a while. That was awesome. I got to get fucked, and I got to watch the screen! An’ the whole time he, like, talked to me about stuff. He told me about how I was a dumb little bimbo, an’ how I was gonna be his personal fucktoy from now on, an’ all that sounded totally cool to me! He said something about how I was gonna, like, forget all about my old life, or something? I didn’t understand that part. But I don’t think I have to worry about it! If it’s important, he’ll tell me what to do. I’m just gonna keep watching the screen!

(Inspired by this suggestion. Thanks!)

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"I’m so horny, I can’t even think."
"I’m so horny, I can’t even think," Amy whispered. It was true. All there seemed to be room for in her mind was lust. She kept her fingers moving, kept her eyes on the screen, kept listening. Anything more than that seemed too difficult. 
What thoughts she could managed were focused on the sounds. The voices, she’d begun to realize. It had sounded like white noise at first, just a rushing, uniform sound. But as she’d listened - and stared - she started to realize it was voices. Words. Dozens of them, layered on top of one another. If she listened very closely, she’d hear another one every few moments. A new one, telling her something new.
"I’m a dumb little bimbo slut."
"I’m a dumb little bimbo slut," Amy repeated. It was less of a revelation and more of an affirmation. She was a dumb bimbo slut. She always had been. It was only now - watching this, hearing it, saying it - that she truly realized it. All her other images of herself faded away in favor of that - the image of herself as a dumb little bimbo slut.
Already she was forgetting what it felt like to be the girl she was earlier today. The girl who’d come home and found the DVD sitting on her front step. Blank label, blank box, nothing but a small note with her name and address. She brought it inside, confused, and put it in the DVD player. And now she was here.
"I’m so dumb, I don’t even know my own name."
"I’m so dumb, I don’t even know my own name," the girl moaned. It was true. She had no idea what her name was. It has simply vanished from her mind. She didn’t care, though. It wasn’t necessary. All she had to do was watch the DVD’s shimmering, swirling patterns. All she had to do was listen to the words the voices were speaking. All she had to do was repeat what she was told. All she had to do was touch herself.
The girl felt herself nearing orgasm, but she held back. She knew somehow that it wasn’t allowed. She’d be told when she could come. It wasn’t for her to decide - she was just a dumb little bimbo slut, after all. She couldn’t be trusted to make decisions like that. The DVD would tell her when it was acceptable.
"I’m just a silly little slave for my Mistress."
"I’m just a silly little slave for my Mistress," the girl gasped. She hadn’t even realized she had a Mistress, but now, it made perfect sense. Dumb little bimbo sluts like her needed someone to guide them, control them, direct them, provide for them. Her Mistress would do that for her. And in return, the girl - the slave - would serve her Mistress in any way She wanted.
The slave wondered who her Mistress was. She tried to picture Her, but she couldn’t come up with anything. She chose not to worry about it yet. The DVD would tell her everything she needed to know soon enough. Until then, she’d just watch and listen and touch and learn, like a good little bimbo slavegirl.

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"I’m so horny, I can’t even think."

"I’m so horny, I can’t even think," Amy whispered. It was true. All there seemed to be room for in her mind was lust. She kept her fingers moving, kept her eyes on the screen, kept listening. Anything more than that seemed too difficult. 

What thoughts she could managed were focused on the sounds. The voices, she’d begun to realize. It had sounded like white noise at first, just a rushing, uniform sound. But as she’d listened - and stared - she started to realize it was voices. Words. Dozens of them, layered on top of one another. If she listened very closely, she’d hear another one every few moments. A new one, telling her something new.

"I’m a dumb little bimbo slut."

"I’m a dumb little bimbo slut," Amy repeated. It was less of a revelation and more of an affirmation. She was a dumb bimbo slut. She always had been. It was only now - watching this, hearing it, saying it - that she truly realized it. All her other images of herself faded away in favor of that - the image of herself as a dumb little bimbo slut.

Already she was forgetting what it felt like to be the girl she was earlier today. The girl who’d come home and found the DVD sitting on her front step. Blank label, blank box, nothing but a small note with her name and address. She brought it inside, confused, and put it in the DVD player. And now she was here.

"I’m so dumb, I don’t even know my own name."

"I’m so dumb, I don’t even know my own name," the girl moaned. It was true. She had no idea what her name was. It has simply vanished from her mind. She didn’t care, though. It wasn’t necessary. All she had to do was watch the DVD’s shimmering, swirling patterns. All she had to do was listen to the words the voices were speaking. All she had to do was repeat what she was told. All she had to do was touch herself.

The girl felt herself nearing orgasm, but she held back. She knew somehow that it wasn’t allowed. She’d be told when she could come. It wasn’t for her to decide - she was just a dumb little bimbo slut, after all. She couldn’t be trusted to make decisions like that. The DVD would tell her when it was acceptable.

"I’m just a silly little slave for my Mistress."

"I’m just a silly little slave for my Mistress," the girl gasped. She hadn’t even realized she had a Mistress, but now, it made perfect sense. Dumb little bimbo sluts like her needed someone to guide them, control them, direct them, provide for them. Her Mistress would do that for her. And in return, the girl - the slave - would serve her Mistress in any way She wanted.

The slave wondered who her Mistress was. She tried to picture Her, but she couldn’t come up with anything. She chose not to worry about it yet. The DVD would tell her everything she needed to know soon enough. Until then, she’d just watch and listen and touch and learn, like a good little bimbo slavegirl.