Acting correctly

"Wanna fuck?" Buffy asks you in a mumbled embarrassed voice.

You look at Buffy and can't suppress your disappointment. You actually over act a bit and heave a huge sigh, shake your head and turn away from her. "I suppose I will have to entrust this task to Faith."

"What? What did I do wrong, Watcher Daddy? I did what you said to do." She seems a bit annoyed but also seeking your approval.

Turning back to her you give her a sad look. You take a second and fake looking lost for words. A blind man could tell what her problem was, her performance was wooden, stiff and clearly uninterested. "My dear girl, Buffy, you...."

Buffy impatiently asks, "What? Was I not good enough, Watcher Daddy?"

You decide its time to cut the full title from daily use. It wasnt... it didnt lend any spice to the conversation. Not the way you thought it would, anyways.

"First, Buffy, please refrain from using the title Watcher in the future. We are a secret society and announcing that title every time you open your mouth threatens our security. In private, every once in a awhile? Fine. But not everytime you address me."

"Do I still call you Daddy?" She asked, paying serious attention to my orders.

"In private, I would prefer it. Not in public, unless we are alone and you are specifically told to do so."

Buffy nods her head "Yes, Daddy."

"Now as to your acting." You pause and give Buffy the disappointed look again. She shrinks in on herself and looks down. "It was atrocious. I asked for a nymphomaniacal bimbo begging for sex. You gave me a bored girl asking if I wanted a sandwich." You gestured to her. "You did not even bother to change your appearance to entice me."

"Oh." Buffy says in a small voice. She looks down at her clothing, frowns and then looks up at you.

You shake your head again, "Obviously this is something you cannot do. It is beyond you. Which is a shame, Watcher Giles had such high expectations. It will crush him to hear how you failed at this important task."

Buffy swallows hard and looks near teary eyed up at you. "I... I... I...."

You waved her off and enjoy the look of distress on her face. "It's fine. I have full confidence in Faith and her ability to handle the job." Buffy looks at you with sorrow, obviously disappointed in herself. "Of course the delay may cause our enemy more time to collect victims. Twisting them into... well... never you mind. Since you cannot handle the task I will reassign you to lesser duties more commensurate with your skills."

Buffy looks devastated. "But... but I want... I want to help."

"Buffy, my dear girl, if that was the best you could do then The Enemy has already won. Wearing a neon sign that you are a Slayer might be more subtle."

Buffy gapes. "Bu-buh-but I asked you to fuck me like a good bimbo." She said impetuously.

"No. No. It was bored and lazy and perfunctory." You give her a sad head shake. "Some drunken frat boy who's three sheets to the wind may bite at such an offer but our enemy? Our enemy is cunning, sophisticated, intelligent. It's not enough for you to pay lips service to being a nymphomaniac bimbo, you must become a nymphomaniacal bimbo." You finish with conviction, driving home the point that just playing was not enough.

"I must?" Buffy asked she looked conflicted at the idea.

"To succeed you must become a nymphomaniac air head bimbo without a care in the world but getting fucked." You nod sagely.

Buffy looked stunned at your conviction. She seemed to think about it for a minute. And then she looked at you with heartbreak on her face, "I don't know how to do that, Daddy. I thought I was doing that when I asked you to fuck me."

You pause and put a hand to your chin in thought. "I see. You are not a natural at acting, I suppose. Acting is a skill and not everyone can do it convincingly. Still, it shouldn't be to much of a hardship to make you believeable as a cock crazed bimbo, you are a randy young woman in the prime of her youth after all. Well, I suppose we have our work cut out for us."

"You-you're going t-to help me be a bimbo?" Buffy askes with hope in her voice.

You give a decisive nod, "Yes. I will teach you how to be a bimbo nympho whom lives only for cock. It will be difficult, you will have to radically alter everything about the way you think, I will be pushing your body to new heights as well as your mind, it will disrupt your scholastic and social life greatly. But I will not accept failure from my Slayer."

"Thank you Watcher Daddy." Buffy bowed her head. She chanced a quick look up at me, "What do we need to do?"

You consider what it will take to turn Buffy into a nympho bimbo. If it's done as subtle a sledgehammer you could turn her with some slight lingering subconscious protest in an hour. But if you want it to take in Buffy's brain you need time to introduce and reinforce ideas over a day or two.