Becoming Bimbo

Chapter 5

It was late when I got back to the hotel room. John was laying on top of the thick comforter that graced the bed, still dressed in his suit and watching the news in Japanese.

“I see you got a few things, Brandi,” he said. “And, I should add, you look quite nice.”

‘Thank you, Daddy,” I said and then giggled. After spending so much time with Fujiko and Tomiko the silly giggle was almost natural.

“I’m a bit on the horny side,” he said as he got up and walked to meet me at the foot of the hotel’s bed.

I smiled and then giggled. “Daddy’s always horny. I’ll get naked for you.”

“No, we’re going out in a few minutes,” he said. “But I’m going to fuck your ass first and then I have a rather interesting surprise.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said, cheerfully as he slipped around behind me.

He moved me, grasping my waist from behind and pushed me a step closer to the bed and then bent me over so that my hands rested in the middle of the bed’s end. Pushing up the plaid PVC skirt he pulled aside the thong I was wearing. He spread my ass wide with his hands, spit on my asshole, rubbed his cock across my hole and then pushed in.

He had taken my ass many times already so I was used to it, but it was still humiliating. I buried my face in the comforter as he took me, hiding my eyes from the large window and the multitude of buildings that could be seen. I hated being taken this way. It didn’t hurt. But it didn’t feel good. Not to me, it didn’t.

“I love that ass, Brandi,” he said as he began thrusting into me.

“My ass loves you, Daddy,” I replied in my bimbo voice.

“Would you like to taste your asshole?” he asked me.

He knew I hated it. He also knew my answer. “Yes, Daddy, I love tasting my asshole on your cock,” I said.

He pulled out of my ass and I turned around and kneeled in front of him. His cock was at my face the moment my knees touched the soft carpeting. I opened my mouth wide, as I always did, and let him push his cock into my throat. There was no gagging anymore. I had learned to open my throat so he could ‘fuck my face like it was my ass’, as he always put it. I wasn’t on my knees for long. He preferred my ass and I was soon bent back over the bed with his cock in my ass, pounding away as hard as he could. For some reason, he seemed harder than usual. His fucking seemed more furious and intense, as well. Then, just as I thought he might make me suck him off again, he came.

I rested my body on the bed, waiting for him to pull out and have me clean his cock. I always cleaned his cock. Even if it was soiled, I cleaned his cock and he never shied away from reminding me of what I was sucking off of him. This time was different, though.

“Stay put, Brandi,” he ordered as his cock slipped from my ass, “I’ve got a special surprise for you.

He left me and I could hear him rummaging through his briefcase. Only moments later I heard the clap of the case as he closed it.

“Reach back and spread your ass for me,” he said.

Resting the weight of my body on the bed, I reached back and spread my ass. He had never had me do this before and I was relieved that he couldn’t see the expression of humiliation I must have been wearing.

“Hold still, now,” he said.

Suddenly, my ass was no longer empty. Something was being pushed inside of me that was not his penis. He had me release my ass and told me to hold still again. There was motion, pressure and then the sensation of something pushing its way into my colon. The motion wasn’t straight in, at first, but more of a back and forth. Whatever it was would slip in and then be pulled back and then pushed in further. Then I felt it snake its way into my lower intestine - or maybe I just imagined it. Either way it was a horrible sensation.

“Look back here, Brandi,” he said.

I raised myself slightly, turning my head so I could see him standing behind me.

“Look at my cock and tell me what you see,” he said.

I glanced down and was immediately mortified. “I see a clear tube around your cock, Daddy,” I said.

“And where does it lead?” he asked.

“It leads into my ass,” I said, fighting back tears.

“And what do you think I’m going to do?”

I hesitated for a moment. I didn’t want to say the words, even though I knew I would. “You’re going to piss in my ass.”

I turned away from him and buried my head in the comforter once again, pulling it tight to my face so he couldn’t see the tears. But he knew how humiliated I was.

The warmth of his piss began to fill me up and, though I had drank his piss before, this was even more humiliating. Now I was a toilet from top to bottom and wondered how low I could sink.

At long last he was done and I thought the worst of it was over. But it wasn’t. He pulled the tube from me and then told me to hold still.

“This,” he started, as he began filling my ass again, “is a specially textured butt plug. It has three bladders. The inner bladder is specially textured so it can’t come out without deflation. While it acts as the main seal the middle bladder stretches your asshole to its limits and acts as a secondary seal. The outer bladder acts as an ‘O’ ring and is designed to keep the plug from pushing further inside. It also acts as an extra seal for your piss filled asshole.

The pumping began and I could feel it getting larger inside of me. Each pump made me cringe and I imagined my organs rearranging themselves to make room for the intruder.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“It feels horrible. Please take it out,” I begged. “Please, Daddy, take it out.”

The plug began to move about slightly and I held out hope for its removal. Then I felt my asshole begin to stretch and I realized he was inflating the middle bladder. It was only uncomfortable, at first, but then it became painful and I began begging him to deflate the horrible thing.

Again, I held out hope as the plug moved. Then I looked back and saw him squeezing the little ball hand pump and I knew he was inflating the outer ring.

“Please, Daddy, my ass hurts,” I begged.

I realized then that I was still calling him ‘Daddy’ and talking in my little girl voice. I told myself to stop and to demand he deflate the damned plug. I told myself to end this charade and that this was too much to ask. Then he unscrewed the pump from the plug and told me what a good girl I was.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I heard a little girl say.

It was the most humiliating and horrible moment of my life and, despite it all, I couldn’t bring myself to demand the plug’s removal. I wondered what was wrong with me and how I could accept such treatment and then, realizing I did accept it felt my humiliation grow further.

“Let’s go,” he said, pulling my thong into place and then pulling my skirt down, “I’m famished.”

I walked with him, mincing my way down the hotel corridor, my insides sloshing with his piss and my ass wiggling with each step as it rebelled against the intruder. Once in the elevator I tried to push the plug from my ass but found that I was unable. I could think of nothing to say or think about except the plug buried inside me, corking me like a wine bottle. Then, when the door opened and we stepped out I remembered my motto, once again; be the bimbo. Suddenly, my humiliation, if not the discomfort, began to fade.

The night was bright with lights and the streets were crowded. I was bumped and jostled around as we fought through the crowd to the limousine that, unbenownst to me, awaited us.

Once in the car, John gave the driver directions and rolled up the partition that separated us from the driver. He smiled at me and put his hand on my bare thigh and then leaned over to kiss me.

“I know this is hard on you,” he told me, “I know you don’t like a lot of the things I do to you. But, and I am not saying this to be hurtful or mean, there is a lot of pain and anger still inside of me for what you did.”

I nodded and waited.

“The funny thing is, I had wanted our relationship to have this sort of feel to it. Not this extreme maybe, but there is something erotic about how Tomiko and Fujiko behave in public,” he said.

“Is that what this is about, Daddy?” I asked, softened by his acknowledgements.

“To a degree, yes,” he admitted, “Of course, as I already said, I have a lot of anger and hurt by the...you know. I mean, I know you were lonely, but it wasn’t my fault. I wanted to bring you with me. But you always said no.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, “and I know you have to get your anger out. It’s just hard to deal with sometimes.”

“If it helps, I still love you. If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t be angry...I wouldn’t have this need to let it out like this,” he said, “and I don’t know how long it will last. But, for now, if you do love me, you are going to have to deal with this and more.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I said.

He smiled and then pulled open his blazer and pulled out the round hand pump for the plug. My heart jumped and I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was going to be free of the plug until he pulled the clear plastic tube from the other breast pocket. I smiled and then settled into the car’s black carpeted floor, lifted my skirt and unhappily prepared to receive another bladder of piss.

There was instant relief when the plug was deflated. That relief was followed by instant fear of the mess I might make when he began pulling it from my bottom. I cringed and squeezed my ass tight as he pulled the plug from my ass.

“Relax and let me pull the plug out,” he said.

I tried to cooperate. I tried to relax and let him pull it from my ass but it was nearly impossible until I realized I had nothing to worry about until it began tapering. Once it was removed I struggled greatly to relax my ass enough to get it between my butt cheeks.

Once I was free of the invading plug he began pushing the tube inside. That was even more of a chore and he had me wet it with my saliva on more than one occasion. Eventually, and after struggling with my fears, I was able to allow him to push the tube in my ass again.

“How do you feel?” he asked, after emptying his bladder and pulling the tube from my ass.

“Scared,” I said.

“Scared? Why?” he asked.

“I’m scared because if I relax I might make a mess,” I answered.

“Then keep squeezing that asshole shut,” he said. “I definitely don’t want you to make a mess.”

The ride was bumpy and each bump made me more certain I would lose control, making me wish I had the plug inside me again. As uncomfortable as it was to be plugged it was it was not so uncomfortable as what I was suffering now. Eventually, and only after much soul searching, I turned my head and looked back over my shoulder.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Brandi,” he answer.

“I can’t squeeze anymore,” I told him. “I’m afraid I’m going to make a mess.”

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. “So, what should we do about it?”

I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to ask for it. He knew it and I knew he knew. But I had to ask. I needed that plug.

“Maybe you can plug me again, Daddy,” I finally answered.

“You want me to plug you again?”

“Yes, please,” I said.

He pushed the plug to my mouth and had me wet it. I licked it at first, only to have it pushed into my mouth. A few moments later, though it seemed an eternity, he pulled it free and told me to spread my ass. I was red...I had to be. My body was wet with perspiration and my humiliation level was at an all time high after having asked to be plugged. But there was nothing else I could have done and I knew there was no other way. Then, when he finally plugged me, I thanked him. That was the worst part. I was honestly thankful to have my ass plugged again.

We arrived at our destination, a very nice Japanese restaurant, nearly an hour later. It had been a long ride, made longer by the traffic and the fact that I was now carrying two bladders of piss in my ass. There was also knowledge that I would probably carry even more before the night was through.

Fortunately, though I was uncomfortable in my seat and had to lean slightly to one side, dinner was quite nice. We spoke of times gone past, good and bad, and of our future. It was only as dinner came to an end, and when he presented me with a beautiful diamond necklace, that I realized it was our anniversary.

“I didn’t get you anything, Daddy,” I said through my tears.

“You’re living my present,” he told me. “Just keep this up. Do what I say and keep being Brandi. Let me get my anger out and do what I need to do to feel right. That’s present enough.”

I nodded, feeling every bit the disloyal wife as he left his seat so he could stand behind me and fasten the necklace around my neck. He stood behind me for a long moment with his hands on my shoulders. Then, gently as you please, he knelt down and kissed my tear dampened cheek.

We lingered a little longer then, still talking and laughing occasionally. Then he pushed back his chair and stood.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Back in the limousine, we kissed passionately - like we hadn’t done in ages. Then he directed the driver to take us back to the hotel, rolled up the divider and pulled out the pump. An hour or so later, and after receiving two more bladders of piss, we reached the hotel, exited the car and headed to our room. Oddly enough, and despite the ache in my ass and the sloshing of piss inside me, I had a sense of pride wash over me. I had pleased him greatly. The look on his face told me as much.