Engineer Dom

The nightmare struck me at a particularly bad time. Work had made it so I hadn't gotten a chance to fuck someone in 3 days, so I was beginning to succumb to my Bimbo curse. I resolved to find some guy at a bar and jump his bones, but work had tired me out so much that I had to take a quick nap first.

When I woke up, into my nightmare, strapped to a familiar metal bed, I swore loudly "Fudge!" My voice was pitched at least half an octave up and censored as a result of the curse slowly transforming me into a bimbo. This was great: one of the roughest nightmares I could get, and I had to endure it as an airhead. "Sue, are you there?" I asked, my voice singsongy and innocent, and I knew the answer even before I received it.

A strap-on slipped into my field of vision, and I tilted my head back, gazing at Susan, the dominatrix of my nightmares. She was kinda short, maybe 5'4", with shoulder length red hair, and tan skin. Usually, she was naked or in her underwear, but right now, she was in a pair of overalls that were unzipped down to her crotch, where a strap-on was attached. The fake penis was big, maybe about 8 inches long and 2 inches wide, and covered in bumps that I was sure would feel mind blowing inside of me.

"Hello there, I haven't seen you in a while." She gave me a smile, and thrust forward, her cock forcing its way into my half open mouth and down my throat. "I have all sorts of new toys to try out on you, so we better get started." She kept thrusting away, throat fucking me, and I tried my best to breath though my nose, which was now buried in her crotch. The dildo stretched my throat, but weirdly didn't trigger my gag reflex. "This model is a new one that I threw together recently. As you might be able to tell, the studs massage muscles in a way that suppresses the gag reflex when receiving blowjobs, and causes other orifices to gape." Her thrusts got faster and faster, and I could feel the dildo swelling inside of me. "And of course," she grunted out, "It has standard pleasure linking modules, and can ejaculate." With a final thrust she buried herself in my throat.

"Oh, and the studs retract when it does so." She laughed, and cum erupted from the dildo. My eyes widened as I realized what that meant, and as the studs stopped filling my throat, my gag reflex started firing away. My head jerked forward, up into her crotch, and she thrust a few more times into my throat as my lungs started burning, my esophagus spasming around her artificial cock. Slowly she pulled out, and the second she was out of my mouth I started gasping for air, coughing up semen in the process. It tasted like sweetened motor oil, and was somehow even worse coming up than going down.

She walked around the table, admiring my body briefly, then frowned. She grabbed my chin and pulled my face upwards towards her. "You remember my rules, don't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Then why didn't you swallow?"

"I'm sorry mistress, my body–"

"Oh, well if was your body's fault, that's fine." She let go of my head and I let it go limp, closing my eyes. I knew what was coming. "I'll just have to punish your body then, instead of punishing you."