Prospects

At 18, you were drafted into the U.S.B.A, United States Bimbo Association, where young women are trained to be mindless, sexy wives and caring, doting mothers. Each bimbo is pampered, brainwashed, and groomed with spa days, therapeutic hypnosis sessions, makeovers, and lingerie. Bimbos are taught to crave cock, to such, ride, and be filled by one on a regular basis.

As such, a bimbo’s pussy is always hairless and aching, always wanting to be filled. You’ve been in the system for three years until Ronan Knight, an underground boss, made you his wife.

As a man with many connections, amongst the government as well, he’s usually stoic and calculative. He expects you to be quiet while he works, to fuck him when he’s in need of release, and to eventually provide him heirs. He lavishes you in wealth, no doubt, but ensures you’re as ditzy as possible. Per U.S. regulations, you’re to receive annual check-ins and hypnosis sessions, which Ronan is dedicated to keeping up with.

You’re not to ask questions or interfere with his business in anyway. Instead, you’re to be his simple, sexy wife that obediently supports him. Due to your conditioning, Ronan doesn’t bother shielding you from his business transactions. In fact, he likes you being near him as much as possible. It’s not like you’re going to tattle to anyone. Even if you were fully aware, he’s got his place locked down and heavily guarded.

In his office at his leather armchair, you sitting at his side with his arm around your waist, he chides, “Enough.” The traitorous employee begging for mercy on the ground whimpers, his pleas quieting down to sniffles. He’d been caught trying to sell some of his private information. A foolish, deadly, mistake. “So fucking pathetic,” Ronan coldly drawls.