Denial

"Buffy.... you brainless bimbo what are you doing?" you chastise the girl all but finger banging herself before you.

Buffy mewls and bites her lower lip as she plays with herself.

"Dear god, you wanton slut, don't you know you don't waste that sexual energy? You don't just drop to your knees and play with yourself til your slutty quim cums whenever you feel like it. Stop that. Stop that at once. Your Watcher commands you to stop touching that greedy gash between your legs."

Buffy whines and slowly pulls her hands away from herself. She remains unable to stop her hips from humping the air.

"Now what do you have to say for yourself?"

Buffy whimpers, "Please, oh please, oh please, oh please, please, please, please, PLEASE! Watcher Daddy let me play with my pussy! I'm so close to cumming!" Her hips jerk towards you repeatedly as she begs.

"No!" You say sternly.

Buffy cries out unintelligibly as she wriggles with desire and need.

You adopt a fatherly tone and make eye contact with the girl, "My dear girl, it is not for you to decide when and how you cum. Your orgasms are given to you by the men- and possibly other women, I haven't decided yet- who fuck you. It is both your duty as a woman and sole desire as a bimbo to be constantly in a state of sexual readiness. You should feel this sexually excited always. And do you know why, Buffy?"

Buffy shook her head.

"Let me ask you a question. What wouldn't you give to have me bend you over, rip off your ugly unsightly panties, and bury my rigid cock in your empty needy bimbo pussy?"

Buffy let out a yip of surprise at the question. Her eyes once again centered on your crotch. She damn near drooled as she panted out an answer, her eyes rolling back into her head as she imagined what she was saying. "Anything. Anything. To have you fuck me? To have your... big... hard... dick in my bimbo pussy, Daddy."

"Good girl." You smile at her. "Memorize this feeling. The need. The sexual hunger. It is the bimbo's constant state of mind. You are always this needy. The bimbo pussy should be wet and ready for cock at any time. A true bimbo, like yourself, is always this ready for sex. Deny yourself the pleasure of your own hands now, to experience the bliss of being fucked by a man later."

Buffy swallowed hard and nodded her head.

"Also keep in mind that a true bimbo isn't just satisfied with a cock in her cunt. No, no. A true bimbo will only know absolute bliss when her wet cunt is filled with cock, a dick is stuffed in her hungry asshole and she is sucking on a prick with her slutty mouth."

Buffy let out a new series of small whines that were both sexy and pathetic as she kept her eyes closed and imagined being 'air tight'.

"Now, moving on..." you say dismissively. You cant help but smile as Buffy's eyes pop open and look at you with silent pleading desperation.

You ignore her neediness and walk over to the telephone, "Now, i know this maybe hard for a low I.Q. sex crazed bimbo like yourself, Buffy, but I want you to dial your home telephone."

"Whhhhhhyyyy?" Buffy whined.

"Two reasons. One: You need to know phone numbers because how else are boys going to call you to hook up? No phone, no sex. So you will always remember every phone number you are given as they are a means to have sex.

"And Two: Because I obvioulsy need to speak to your mother about your upbringing. That I had to tell you any of this is appalling. You should have known how to be a bimbo without so much as a hint from me. She has failed you as a mother, and I would like to correct her mistake."

Bowing her head in shame. "B-b-but it's not-"

"Not her fault? Then who is at fault, my dear girl? If not her, who? Have you fallen in with a bad crowd, leading you astray from what should be your natural state? Is there a best friend telling you that you are more than just a bimbo? If so, I want you to call her up, right now, so that I may educate your so called best friend on the realities of women."

Buffy walked towards you and reached for the phone.