I should set the steel trap of your thighs and dive right in.

I wake to the sound of her suckling the dong between her lips. I draw on a morph suit mask, much more comfortable than my burlap sack, and check to see how far along she is. The readouts tell me she’s been through the three hour program once and is starting on the second run. I set up the fucksaw and go back to sleep.

It’s noon on Saturday now. She’s spent six hours being bombarded by both subliminal and direct conditioning. I’m aware that very little of this will actually stick beyond our romantic weekend staycation, but what will stick should be enough to affect the permanent and lasting changes my client has requested, especially since four of the twelve programming layers encourage her to seek out bimbofication audiovisual files on the internet.

Time to test the programming. I pop another Cialis and unhook her VR gear.

Her eyes are unfocused, perhaps still seeing deepfake images of herself sucking one cock after another, perhaps still feeling the effects of the massive amount of **** she’s had in her system. I remove her gag. She whines a bit at the loss of her pacifier.

Gruffly I say, “Repeat your program.”

Her voice is cracked when she speaks through chapped lips. Lifeless. Empty as her eyes. “This one is a bimbo. This bimbo exists to give pleasure with this bimbo’s body. This bimbo has only the desire to be used. This bimbo tries not to think. This bimbo has trouble thinking. This bimbo live to fuck and suck. This bimbo will maintain this bimbo’s body so that it may be pleasing to men. This bimbo is only fulfilled by giving pleasure. This bimbo will always try to be a better bimbo, but this bimbo is dumb so she may fail.” She’s warming to the subject now. More inflection creeps in as she visibly gets more excited. “This bimbo will pretend to be smart when she has to be, but this bimbo would rather have nice men think for her. This bimbo has to pretend to be stuffy old Catharine at work, but will always know deep inside that she’s Kitty the Bimbo. Mister? Can you let Kitty up. I gotta pee.”

I chuckle to myself as I free her arms and legs. She’s internalized the programming pretty well. She staggers to the bathroom. I hear the sound of her using the toilet, and then she shrieks.

I run to the bathroom quickly to see her huddled on the floor curled in a ball and crying. Time to break protocol and hit disaster management mode. “Are you ok, honey?”

“I’m hideous!” She wails this out, tears running down her cheeks. “I don’t have any makeup on!”

Internal sigh of relief. “Hey now, there’s some makeup in the bedroom for you. What do you say I put it on for you?”

The tears stop immediately and she looks up at me with huge eyes. “Really Mister?”

“Sure. Now come on. Let’s get you fixed up.”

She bounces to her feet, pendulous breasts flopping as she does so. “Thanks Mister. What’s your name? I’m Kitty.”

“You can call me Daddy, Kitty.”

“Ok, Daddy. Make me pretty!”

“There.” I hold up a mirror to show her my work.

What stares back at her is eyeshadow to match her hair, brows plucked and tweezed into a high arch giving her a slightly surprised look, heavy blue eyeliner, just enough blush to give her pale cheeks some color, and dark red lips which I’ve also taken the opportunity to plump using a collagen lip injection. “Thank you Daddy! I look good now. You… um… you wanna blowjob?”

This is probably my favorite part of the job. As much as I enjoy the build up, it’s the feeling of power when they willingly offer themselves to me. I’m still naked save for my mask, and my erection is more than happy to respond for me.

“Yay! You have a big yummy looking cock, Daddy.” She takes me in her mouth and begins to give me a stellar blowjob. Either she was a closet freak before or the custom program imparted some skills. Without using her hands, she bobs up and down, putting those freshly inflated lips to good use. Her tongue teases my frenulum and licks at my urethra. Slowly she takes me into her throat, bobbing down and pulling back. Then she reaches up and takes one of my hands, pulling it to the back of her head. I take the hint and start driving.

I plumb the depths of her throat with my glans, pushing her head down until her chin rests against my balls. Her eyes, though filled with tears, shine in obvious ecstasy as she gazes up at me, searching for a face on my blank mask. That look of ecstasy stays as her face begins to turn red, then purple, and I can see the light fading from her eyes as she loses consciousness **** on my cock.