She thought the necklace was a pretty gift, and she kept thinking that even after she noted with puzzlement that she couldn’t work out how to take it off. Her sister, who she had always had a difficult relationship with, told her she had made it as part of her neuropsych degree, and that it would help Kelly “be the girl people wanted her to be”. It sounded nice, even if her sister said it with an odd, cruel smirk.
Those words echoed in her head – “be the girl they want you to be” – and indeed, at work the next day, she was acutely aware of her boss’ expectation that she get her work done quickly and professionally, and found herself delivering the most productive day of her career. She wrote her sister an email to thank her.
But then that night she made the mistake of going out clubbing in a slinky little black cocktail dress, and she was barely in the club before she realised what the people thought of her. The men were looking at her, imagining fucking her, picturing her as a stupid submissive piece of fuckmeat for their fantasies. The women were looking at her large tits, attractively sheathed in her dress, and were inwardly calling her a bimbo and a bitch.
“Be the girl they want you to be,” said that voice in her head again, and she found herself giggling – practicing, once, twice, finding the tone that sounded most like a bimbo to her own ears. As fast as worries about what she was doing occurred to her, she dismissed them, because bimbos didn’t think complex thoughts or worry.
The first man who approached her offered to buy her a drink. She giggled, and bounced on her toes so that her tits would bounce. Did he want her to be a girl that let him buy her a drink? No, that wasn’t really what he wanted her to do.
“I’d prefer to drink your cum from your cock,” she heard herself say. And then, “Really I’m just a dumb little bimbo. I like it when men tell me what to do.”
From there, it wasn’t long before she was being led to a taxi, and travelling home with this man who she didn’t even know and his friends. She giggled and undressed in the taxi, because that was who they wanted her to be, and she enthusiastically wiggled and moaned as they gangbanged her in the small flat the taxi took her to, and came inside each of her holes.
“I want to be what you want me to be,” she found herself saying as she lay there afterwards, nude and covered in cum. “What should a girl be?”
Naked, they agreed. Stupid. Obedient. Big-titted. Ready to be fucked around the clock. She said she wanted to be all those things. Finally they found an old dog cage for her and erected it in the bathroom. They told her a girl should live naked in a cage, and she happily crawled inside.
Finally they asked her if there was anything *she* wanted. What she wanted was to please them, and she remembered one saying he’d always wanted a threesome with two sisters. So she told them about her sister, and where her sister worked, and how she was almost *certain* her sister must have at least one more collar like Kelly’s, and how *pretty* her sister would look if only some nice man would put it on her neck and bring her back here to share a cage with Kelly…
===
===