Bimbo Abby

"Ok Abby go and get changed into your other outfit and not only play the part but also think like it too," Jack commanded her. She nodded, curtsied and left. She was gone almost an hour and Jack was starting to get worried when he heard the clicking of high heels approaching the door. Abby stepped in and Jacks jaw almost his the floor. He barely recognized her as she stood there.

"Oh my god like, your totally cute," Abby drawled in an extremely air headed voice. She had dyed her hair blonde, Jack assumed with temporary dye, and had it scraped back in a ponytail. Large hoop earrings hung from her ears and her make up was bright and garish. She was the epitome of a complete bimbo. Her outfit matched, a crop top that left her middle exposed and hot pants. The straps of her underwear stretched from the waist of her hot pants up onto her hips. She had six inch stilettos that made her totter precariously. She wasn't just a bimbo, she was a slutty bimbo.

It took Jack a while to recover. Part of him was amazed at what she had achieved, other wanted to laugh at seeing his usually down to earth if not a bit weird friend looking like an airhead sex pot. Another part of him wanted him to put her pouty lips to good use as it started to tent his pants. He had to take a second look to be sure it really was Abby.

"Holy fuck," he muttered.

"You can fuck me any way you want," Abby purred. Jack debated the idea, but had a better idea. Abby had sent him home wearing a butt plug, but unable to remove it or masturbate all night and he wanted to get even. He grabbed his camera and took a couple of pictures of Abby.

"Later, first follow me we are going for a walk," Jack grinned. He got up and walked to the door with Abby tottering behind. They walked down the street to the local park and took a walk through it. Everyone's eyes were on Abby as she minced the park. Jack noticed her hips had a very exaggerated sway to them she didn't usually have.

"Oh my god look at that cute dog," she squealed as someone walked past with a puppy on a leash.

"Want to go stroke it?" Jack asked. He knew if the real Abby was ever caught in public like this she would be mortified.

"I'd rather stroke something else," she whispered, not so subtly running her hand over his crotch. Jack moved away and walked over to the dog, crouching down and scratching its head. It wagged it's tail at him happily before running towards Abby as she approached. She crouched down, her hot pants barely covering her ass as she balanced precariously on her heels. He pulled up his camera and took a few more shots of her. The dogs owner tugged the leash and the puppy ran after him.

They continued walking through the park with Jack occasionally snapping photographs of Abby as they went. She happily posed for him, some being rather questionable to do in public. They made their way around the park before heading back home. They made their way back inside and as soon as the door shut Jack turned to face Abby.

"On your knees," he ordered.

"Like, finally," Abby grinned as she sank to her knees. She freed his cock and instantly took it into her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly and gave him a sloppy but enjoyable blowjob.

"Deepthroat it," he commanded as he felt his orgasm approaching. Without a seconds hesitation she engulfed his cock, pressing it deep into her throat until her nose pressed against his stomach. She didn't flinch or gag as she moved back before going forward again. Jack just had enough wits left about him to notice she couldn't do that last night but today it wasn't a problem. He didn't really give it much thought though as he grabbed her head and began to roughly fuck her throat. She stayed still, tears rolling down her cheeks as he ravaged her throat until he was just about to cum. He pulled out and stroked himself fast as Abby grinned and stuck out her tongue. His cock throbbed and emptied it's load onto her face, thick ropes covered her skin and tongue.

"That was so hot, your cum tastes amazing," she giggled as she swallowed it down. She scooped it off her face and licked her hands clean as Jack took yet more photographs. She grinned at the camera, a line of his seed still on her cheek before she cleaned that up too. Jack checked the clock, he had three more hours until the collar came off and now he knew she was single again, all bets were off.

"Let's take some more pictures, you can show off all you want now we are home," Jack told her. He had had to reign her in in the park with some of her more revealing poses.

"Yay, I'm gonna be a model," Abby squealed running into the living room. Jack followed behind carrying his camera. They started with some normal poses, the kind you'd see on magazine covers, but they quickly got more raunchy. Abby began to strip off her clothes and Jack didn't complain one bit. They took more pictures until she was just down to her G-string. She grinned at Jack before turning around. With her legs together she bent at the hip and let him take photos as she slowly pulled her underwear down. The final photograph had her panties around her knees giving the camera a perfect shot of her ass and pussy.

"Stay there," Jack commanded as he stripped off his clothes. He moved up behind her but paused as he saw a small loop of plastic hanging from her pussy. He gently tugged on it and she moaned lightly as a round plastic object stretch her open before popping out. Jack caught it and it buzzed in his hand.

"Either put it back in or fuck me," Abby complained with her hand stroking her clit.

"Have you been wearing this since you changed?" Jack asked. Abby nodded in confirmation.

"The control thingy is in my pocket," she said pointing to her hot pants that lay on the floor. Jack went and retrieved it before getting an idea. He moved up behind her again and stroked his cock along her slick entrance.

"Stop teasing and fuck me," Abby pleaded in a whiny voice. Jack planned to do just that as he pushed the vibrating egg back into her tunnel. She groaned, which rose in pitch and he turned the device up. He dropped the remote and grabbed her ass as he pressed his tip against her tight asshole. She didn't resist as he began to sink into her. He watched the head of his cock stretch her asshole until it slipped inside, well lubricated by her own juices he had coated his cock with. He paused with just the tip inside her.

"Beg me for it," he commanded.

"Please, fuck me. Fuck my slutty ass with your hard cock. Use me like the whore I am," she pleaded. Jack didn't need to hear more as he sharply pushed into her. She yelped in surprise as his cock filled her ass before moaning in pleasure at how full she felt.

"Oh fuck it feels so good having you fill my needy ass," she purred. Jack began reached round and grabbed her breasts as he began to thrust into her. She moaned loudly like a pornstar wanting to win an award as he plowed her ass.

"You're such a slut," Jack commented, getting into the act of Abby being a bimbo whore.

"I am, I'm a dirty slut who isn't happy unless she has a cock inside her," Abby moaned breathlessly. Hearing her talk like that really sent him wild and he picked up the pace. His hips slammed hard against her ass as the room filled with her moans. She screamed an ear splitting scream as her body shuddered and she came hard. Her asshole clamped down on his cock like a vice and he suddenly blew his load inside her. She shuddered again as he filled her insides before unceremoniously pulling out of her. She sank to the floor moaning hard as Jack picked up the remote.

"Leave it in," he commanded as he turned the toy to max power. Abby bit her lip before moaning again as she lay down on her back. Her fingers worked her clit hard as she brought herself to another orgasm. Jack sat on the sofa as he watch his little bimbo slut bring herself to multiple orgasms until her eyes rolled back and she could barely speak. He turned the device off and she grinned at him happily. The room stank of sex and Jack checked the time, just over an hour left.

He was drained, as much as he would have loved to keep playing with bimbo Abby he just didn't have the stamina. He ordered her to clean up the mess they had made before joining him in the shower. She sucked his cock again, this time without him taking control and swallowed his cum with glee. She was careful not to get her hair wet confirming Jack's suspicions about it being temporary dye instead of semi permanent. When there were only a few minutes left Jack decided to try something.

"You love the idea of wearing the collar for me. The idea me controlling you or someone else turns you on a lot. Just hearing me talk about using the collar on someone will make you wet and all of that will still be true when the collar comes off," Jack told her. She nodded her head and he wondered if it would work. They had proven that some commands could last like they had with him and the butt plug, but that had only been a short while and had a deadline on it. This was more vague and open ended, would it work at all? Would it be permanent or would it fade over time? While he was busy debating this time ran out and the collar vanished from Abby's neck.

"That was, intense," she whispered, her voice back to her usual self.

"How do you feel?" Jack asked.

"I know I should feel humiliated, going out dressed like that, prancing around as a French maid and begging you to fuck my ass, but I don't," Abby replied.

"That's how I felt about the butt plug, even now I don't mind talking about it with you," Jack replied.

"It's like the collar makes every that happens while wearing it seem perfectly normal even though you know it wasn't," Abby confirmed.

"What about if I talk about finding someone else to use the collar on, to control and make my slave," Jack tested.

"Oh fuck," Abby whimpered, her legs rubbing together as she felt a wave of arousal.

"I guess that worked," Jack grinned.

"It seems so. I know I should be annoyed about you giving me those commands, but instead I just find it incredibly hot," Abby replied. They sat and talked for a while, Jack wanted to see what effects the collar had had and also make sure everything was normal between them after what they had done that day. Abby seemed back to her old self, except more confident when talking about the events that had transpired throughout the day.

"Playing the French maid was fun, I got so turned on just by cleaning, it's a shame I don't feel like that all the time, my apartment would be spotless," she giggled.

"What about being the airheaded bimbo?" Jack asked.

"It was kind of freeing, all I thought about in my head was cock or nothing at all. It was nice to have a break and not worry about all the usual stuff, but I definitely wouldn't want to be like that all the time," Abby answered. Jack still found it slightly alarming how easily she just admitted to spending the afternoon thinking about cock. Abby had always been quite open about her sex life with him, but never so brazen.

"It was fun," Jack agreed.

"So, as interesting as today was where do we stand with each other?" Abby asked looking concerned for the first time.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked even though he knew what she meant, he just didn't want to be the first to answer.

"Look today has been fun and I might be up for doing it again some time and you know how I feel about but, I'm not ready for another relationship and I don't want to lead you on," Abby spoke quickly.

"Relax, I don't want a relationship either," Jack replied. He saw the look of relief on Abby's face. It was true he had wanted a relationship for her for a long time, but now he had the collar, he had other things he wanted to do.

"We could just be friends with benefits, I mean after today it's not exactly a big step in our friendship," Abby suggested casually. Jack grinned, he had hoped she would say that.

"Sounds good to me," he replied.

"I thought it might," she teased. "Right I need to get home. It's going to take ages to get this make up off and wash this dye out."

Jack walked her to the door. It was odd, he had thought after everything that had happened this weekend that things would feel weird, maybe even awkward once the collar was off, but it felt no different to the hundreds of times he had said goodbye to her. Well except for the drawn out kiss she gave him before she left, that was definitely different. He closed the door and made his way to the bathroom. After a quick shower he was beat and fell into bed. He fell asleep wondering what to do with the collar next.