Step 4: Bimbo Training

Step 4:

A bimbo isn't made in a day, my friends. This step is all about teaching your dad the ways of a true bimbo slut. From walking in those sky-high heels to talking with that sultry, seductive voice, it's time to sculpt him into the perfect fuck toy. And don't forget the lessons in pleasing you. That's priority numero fucking uno.

First up, voice lessons. I made Dad sit beside me on the plush sofa, leaning close to whisper in his ear, my voice dripping with command. "Now, Daddy, let's work on that voice of yours. None of that deep, manly shit. We want a high-pitched, girly tone dripping with submission."

Dad swallowed hard, his eyes filled with a mix of eagerness and apprehension. "Like this?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Nah, Daddy. We gotta go higher, sweeter. Imagine you're a delicate flower, alluring and fucking innocent. Now, try again."

He took a deep breath, his voice becoming more delicate, more feminine. "Like this?" he asked, this time sounding more convincing.

"That's it, Daddy! Now you're catching on," I praised, giving him a playful pat on the ass.

Speaking of which, it was time for the next lesson. Walking. I handed Dad a pair of sexy stilettos, watching as he hesitantly slipped them on. With each step, I guided him, teaching him the sway of a true bimbo. I smacked his ass lightly, instructing him to moan with each slap. And damn, did that ass start to turn a lovely shade of pink.

As the training progressed, we delved into the art of kissing and flirting. I demonstrated the perfect technique, my lips trailing along Dad's jawline, teasingly brushing against his neck. I whispered seductive words, teaching him how to entice with every move. Dad, in his newfound bimbo persona, mirrored my actions, growing more and more confident with each passing moment.

With time, Dad's transformation intensified. His walk became more graceful, his voice more feminine, and his demeanor more submissive. The power dynamic between us shifted, as he willingly embraced his role as my obedient bimbo slut.

"You're doing so well, Daddy," I purred, my fingers tracing the lacy outline of his lingerie-clad body. "Look at you, becoming the perfect fucktoy for Daddy. Such a naughty, sexy bimbo. I'm so proud of you."

Dad's eyes sparkled with gratitude and desire, his mind fully immersed in this twisted journey he'd willingly embarked on.

The feminizing training continued, pushing Dad further down the rabbit hole of depravity. I wanted to mold him into the perfect bimbo, a doll completely under my control. And boy, was he falling deeper with every passing day.

As I laid out his delicate, lacy lingerie, I looked at him with a predatory grin. "Alright, babe," I said, emphasizing the word "babe" to remind him of his new status. "It's time to take your transformation up a notch. From now on, you're my devoted girlfriend."

Dad blinked, a mix of confusion and arousal crossing his face. He had willingly embarked on this journey, and now he was faced with the full consequences of his twisted desires.

I watched as he slipped into the lingerie, transforming into a stunning vision of sultry femininity. He stood before me, hesitantly at first, but growing more confident with each passing moment. The lace clung to his curves, accentuating his newly feminized body.

"Now, girlfriend," I purred, my voice filled with authority, "on your knees." I guided his head towards my bulging crotch, my cock straining against my pants. "It's time to show me just how committed you are to pleasing me."

Dad's eyes widened, a mixture of anticipation and submission filling them. Without hesitation, he unzipped my pants, unveiling my throbbing member. He hesitated for a moment, his hand trembling, but I didn't give him a choice. I grasped his hair firmly, guiding his mouth towards my cock.

"Open wide, baby," I commanded, the intensity building in my voice. "Show me what a good girlfriend you can be. Prove your dedication with every inch you take down your throat."

As he engulfed me with his mouth, his warm lips and eager tongue working their magic, the pleasure surged through my entire body. Dad, now my submissive bimbo girlfriend, was fulfilling my every twisted desire.

With Dad's mouth wrapped around my cock, his technique was initially hesitant, uncertain. But I was there to guide him every step of the way. I steadied his head, setting the pace, showing him the rhythm of a true cocksucking slut.

"Slow down, babe," I instructed, my voice steady and commanding. "Tease the tip with your tongue, savor the taste. Use those juicy lips to create a tight, wet vacuum. Take your time, show me how dedicated you are to sucking my cock."

As Dad absorbed my guidance, his movements became more confident, more instinctual. His mouth worked with a newfound determination, sliding up and down my shaft, creating delicious friction. His tongue danced around the sensitive head, coaxing moans of pleasure from deep within my chest.

I could feel Dad's eagerness building, his hunger for submission growing with every passing second. The bimbo training had seeped into his very being, and as he continued his oral ****, I noticed a shift in his reactions.

A moan escaped his lips, a deliciously feminine sound that sent shivers down my spine. It was no longer the deep voice of a man, but a seductive, girlish giggle that emerged from his throat. The transformation was taking hold, turning him into a slutty cocksucker of magnificent proportions.

I encouraged him, my words fueling his submissive desires. "That's it, baby," I groaned, the pleasure coursing through me. "Work that tongue, suck that cock. You're becoming such a greedy little cumslut. Embrace that inner bimbo, let go of any inhibitions. Show me just how much you want to please me."

As Dad giggled and moaned, his lips sealed around me with a tighter grip. His oral skills improved, his enthusiasm bordering on the obsessive. Each sucking motion, each flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure shooting through my body.

When I could no longer hold back, when the pleasure reached its peak, I let go. Ropes of hot cum spilled into Dad's willing mouth, his eyes gleaming with a mix of delight and triumph. He swallowed eagerly, relishing in the taste, ensuring that not a single drop was wasted.