Up (m) and down (h)

"The votes are now closed and we can look at what our wonderful audience has chosen!" Jack said as the results appeared one by one onto the tv screen, "And with a huge lead the 1st place winner is... Talking up to you for Mandy and Talking down to you for Heather!

Mandy let out a deep breath, as the nerves left her body. Relieved now that the voting process was over. It was certainly one of the better options, as she felt it might support her self esteem a little at the. Rey least. Besides no usually compliments her anyway, and she can handle a little arousal. She was sure the audience would continue to take care of her, after all despite what Heather did to her, Mandy still believed in people.

Heather on the other hand was fuming, her face red with anger at how the audience had betrayed her. Were they all stupid? Don’t they know who she was? She was a instagram model, one of the most respected in the area. They should be grovelling at her feet and giving HER the Talking up option. No one has ever DARED belittle her before, they have never had the guts to do so. Heather wasn’t naive enough to believe Jack wasn’t gonna use this somehow in some perverted way. None of them could be trusted.

The bimbo collars around there necks lit up as the devices whirled into life. A tingling warm feeling spread across their body’s. It was almost like pins and needles tickling there skin. The warmth spread reaching between there legs, were it started making both women blush from its sudden teasing before disappearing. To everyone watching they appeared completely unchanged, the process lasting mere moments. It was only Jacks smug grinning face that convinced them otherwise, as he turned to address the audience.

"As the voted descriptions explained, Mandy will now get all warmed up when she’s complimented or praised.” Giving Her a fond look “I’m sure you knew that already since your so intelligent, working in IT. Your doing so well playing this game, how are you this this good?”

Trying to shy away from all the attention was her natural reaction, but instead she couldn’t help but bite her lip as pleasure caressed her body. Pushing her forward against her podium, so her face looked at the crowd.

“I….. I…. Just do the best I can. It’s all about hard work Jack and…. Oh… Getting on with others” Accepting the praise was riling her up even further, she couldn’t stop her hand rubbing her own thigh. Her own willpower keeping it away from its intended goal. It almost made Mandy want to be complimented more………. To be a good girl?

“Heather on the other hand has received the Talking down choice, which Is just as much fun….. well for us anyway hahah”

“From now on she’s going to enjoy being belittled by others. Nothing will get her more hot and bothered than being verbally insulted, demeaned and talked down to." Glancing around at Heather, she stared back defiantly, "Did you understand all that ok? I know your kinda stupid, so this must be hard for you. At least you’ve got your big breasts and looks, though they make you look more like a hooker attached to your body. Not exactly classy I’m afraid. Don’t worry here on ‘Bimbos and Billionares’ we’ll be sure to fix you right up"

Heather huffed in annoyance and gave him a angry **** glare... or gave a weak attempt too. Her huffing became a wheeze and her glare started to look more sultry than angry. Each terrible word was sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making here hips wiggle. Unlike Mandy it was certainly not gentle, but a unrenentless arousal torturing her body.

"Are you ok, you look a little antsy? Too horny to put up a fight? I thought you used to be queen bee of high school?" Jack asked, "It's fine, we don’t have to talk if your unable too... your pathetic beet-root cheeks are telling us all how horny this is making you feel."

"Enough! Stop picking on…. Mmm….. asshole!" Heather said, as another wave of arousal hit her, the embarrassment from the crowd as they laughed at her causing the conditioning to trigger. Attempting to fight back, she tried to tell them all off with a tough tone of authority, but the words came out whiney, like some mewling kitten.

"Come on, we know your loving it," Jack said as he winked at the camera. “Now let’s get onto the next case, I believe it’s back to Mandy’s turn"

"This is nothing, people know who’s really the best here. I’ve got the support of fans back home" heather grumbled. Hiding her wiggling hips behind the podium, she grimaced at the damp feeling of her panties. She could still turn this around and destroy that Mandy……

They had definitely met before, it wasn’t from work though? Heather mused.

"whenever your ready, sweetie," Jack said, "Pick your number."

"Thank you Jack, I think I’ll pick number 8."