Pay-per-view porn: Stupid is the new Sexy

I browsed for a while until a title jumped out at me. The description promised a steamy look into the life of a few women who lived a bimbo lifestyle. The movie showcases three woman who, to varying degrees, have given up all attempts at intelligence and who rely on outside direction to function beyond making themselves look like a stereotypical male fantasy. They all favor the same sort of fake-but-expensive look, with bright blonde hair, huge tits, and skimpy, tight-fit clothing. The cast list included precisely zero names I recognized which was fine with me; it was the subject matter that I cared about.

Accepting the charge for the movie, I turned the volume up enough that Jane may have been able to hear it from the bathroom, and just lay back to enjoy and contemplate. The movie didn't waste any time setting the stage or introducing the characters. Within minutes, a ditzy bimbo was found struggling to make an elevator work, and agreed to blow a stranger for help figuring it out. That quick blowjob escalated as the man continued to take advantage of the vapid slut but she didn't have a problem with any of it.

I could make this Jane's life, I realized, if I wanted to.

Jane wandered slowly into the room, naked and glorious. Her damp hair was clipped up on her head with one of those large toothy things. She had a curious expression on her face as she looked at the T.V. "Are... are you watching porn?"

I simply pointed to the space on the couch by my hip. "Sit. Watch. Don't interrupt."

Looking more unsure of herself than I'd perhaps ever seen her, she complied. Obeying me was quickly becoming second nature to her, which was good. I laid my hand to rest on her thigh, caressing her soft skin idly.

While Jane watched in silence, figuring out the nature of the relationship dynamics of everyone on screen, I watched her. She was a smart woman, and she quickly realized I was trying to tell her something. She watched as the woman, gleefully bounced on the cock of her would-be-rescuer, her huge fake tits bouncing gently despite the energetic movement. She cried out how much she loved to fuck, and the man just laughed at her and called her stupid while he changed positions. The woman eventually left the elevator, thanking the man, and made it into her hotel room, where her husband waited.

Jane was transfixed by all of it. I couldn't tell if she was excited or mortified, but I made her watch the entire scene, which ended with the husband belittling the wife for being so late, and her fumbling to explain herself. The man ignored her and just bent her over the bed to take her roughly from behind, telling her again that she's too stupid to do anything by herself, and that she's lucky to have him doing all her thinking, and that she's only good for sex. The girl agreed to everything, declaring how much she loves to fuck.

I paused the film, expecting breakfast to show up any minute.

Jane turned to look at me, eyes slightly wide. She was breathing a little faster than usual and I still couldn't make out her mood. "Why did you show me this?"

"Isn't it obvious, love? That's going to be you. That empty-headed bimbo sex machine. No deep thoughts, just a need to fuck. That's going to be you." I spoke firmly, with supreme confidence. I almost wanted her to defy me and give me a reason to punish her.