Saffron met the billionaire over Tinder and arranged a date for coffee. At the café, he laughed as he told her that all women basically thought with their cunts, so she got angry and confronted him.
He challenged her to a bet – his scientists would put a little chip in her, near to her groin, that would be able to tell when she orgasmed. At the end of a year, no matter what, he would pay her $100,000, but every time she orgasmed during the year she would come to him, admit that she had thought with her cunt like all women do, and allow him to make her one step closer to the bimbo she was. All she had to do was resist orgasming for a year, and she’d made easy money. Like the stupid cunt she eventually learned that she was, she agreed.
Her first orgasm was unintentional, in her sleep, the result of an erotic dream, but the chip recorded it, and she turned up at his mansion, blushing, to have her hair dyed blonde.
The second was entirely her fault and happened less than 24 hours later – she spaced out looking at her new blonde hair in the mirror, remembering the Barbie dolls she had had as a child, and without even realising it she started rubbing her pussy and was suddenly orgasming violently without even understanding why. When he told that her forfeit would involve breast implants she tried to argue, but he pointed her to the contract she signed, and eventually, fearfully, she reported for surgery, and soon emerged from hospital with new, giant, obviously fake tits. She blushed whenever anyone looked at her now, unable to hide the fact that along with her blonde hair she looked very much like a bimbo.
Her new tits got her raped by a stranger only weeks later, while walking home from work. She fought, and cried, but her traitorous body orgasmed as he ejaculated into her cunt, and the forfeit involved submitting to conditioning. She visited a hypnotherapist every week now, and listened to a subliminally-charged tape as she slept, and once that started she found her cunt got wetter more often, complex thoughts were harder to form, and she started to giggle in an infantile way and engage in obvious flirting whenever she was the subject of male attention.
She resisted her next orgasm for almost a month but eventually for reasons she couldn’t fully explain she found herself arriving at the billionaire’s office, stripping naked in front of him, and masturbating herself to a deliberate orgasm as he watched. When she was done, he fucked her, and she orgasmed again and again, and watched in delight as he threw out her wardrobe and replaced it with slutty whore-clothes, rang her work to announce her resignation, found her new employment as a stripper, and then took her out to have her name changed to something that sounded much more like the bimbo she was, and get her new ID in her new name that showed her new hair and cleavage.
She was a stupid little slut-bunny bimbo. Of course she thought with her cunt – how else would she think? And she had never been happier…
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