Stockings, Heels, And Cuffs…Oh My! ~kitten

I try to involve the mothers into their daughters therapy as well.

White Christmas

I had been watching her for a few days before I decide to add her to my collection. Every day at around 3pm she’d stop into the coffee shop for a latte. She would head over to the corner pull out her glasses and book and make herself comfortable. Some days she would be there for hours getting lost in her novels.

After a week I couldn’t wait any longer I had to make her mine. I had her latte all ready for her when she arrived. She took a sip, smiled and walked away not knowing her life was about to change forever. It was fun to watch her diminish over the next few days.

The first day I watched her slowly being to lose focus while reading her book. She would get distracted whenever an attractive man or women walked in the door. She would stare off into space curling her hair around her finger.

Day two she was right on track; her clothes were much tighter and shorter, hugging her new found curves. Her hair was now a golden luscious blonde that curled down her back. She had a little bounce in her step and the cutest giggle when I gave her her latte. I even noticed her newly manicured hands.

The next day when she walked in, all eyes were on her, she had a tiny tight dress on that hugged her even better than the previous day. You could see it turned her on having all the eyes on here. She was heavily flirting with me at the counter. When I asked her if she wanted to come home with me after my shift, her eyes shifted down to the tent in my pants and her eyes light up with hunger. I watched her play with herself under the table for the remainder of my shift. I knew once I had her home she would love her new life.

Needless to say I wasn’t wrong, she loves being my bimbo fuck toy. Most mornings I wake up with her lips already wrapped around my morning wood. The mornings I don’t it’s because she’s playing with one of my other girls.

I am struggling to get rid of some of her old memories though, her inner book worm loves showing its face from time to time. Some days she’ll put on her old glasses and drag a book out. She never reads it, just stares at it trying to remember.

Why your husband thinks you spend time in the garden shed.

Why we meet in the garden shed.