Domestic Bimbo Supplements

What do you want? For me to be an obedient, eager to cook and clean, baby-wanting mistress of yours? PUH-LEASE! I’ll never wear an apron! Or high heels. Or a mini skirt! You want a slut, a baby-having slut! You don’t want a woman with her own mind or a cause to fight for or an opinion! You want me to be at your beck and call, to…

…what? You have what for me? What’s this? An herbal supplement? Is it organic? Is it natural? Oh, all right then. That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me. A gift? You’ve never… well, I won’t bother you then. Go back to work, honey.

I’ll leave you alone in your office. What? Oh, I must not have called you “honey.” You know I wouldn’t do that…

Uggh… I’m going to lie down.

Honey! It’s really, really urgent!

It’s more important than that stuff you’re doing with those letters… or words. Are they letters or…

My head kinda hurts…

Ugh! Stop making me think!

I need your opinion on my titties!

Like, my bra strap is showing. Is it slutty, or is it sexy?

I know, you’re my boyfriend. So I have to look respectible, but also, like someone could just fuck me?

‘Cuz then, it makes you look good!

And that’s why I’m here, right? You buy me things so I can make you look good!

From Tara Tainton: Unknowingly Transforming into the Overly Delightful Housewife You Always Wanted

Unquestionably, the best money I ever spent on porn.


“Like… um, what happened?” 

I looked at my girlfriend, trying to imitate her confusion, “What do you mean, babe?”

“Well, like, I don’t remember having these.” She placed her hands under her impressive breasts, lifting them slightly. 

“What? Nicole, you’ve had those for years. You got them done right after you dropped out of college, remember?” I explained, slowly replacing her memories with my new reality for her.

“I.. uhh, dropped out? I thought I… was smart and stuff?” Already, her mind was betraying her. 

He chuckled softly and gave her a hug, “No, silly, you tried really hard but you kept failing. You decided that you should focus on things you were good at, so you got fake boobs and decided to be my dumb, sexy, little trophy wife.” 

She cocked her head slightly. My words sending conflicting messages to her brain. She was never smart, was she? How silly of her to think that. A desire to be sexy and pleasing to me burned within her; it was what she always wanted.

“Ummm, right! I, like, knew that! Sorry, hun, I’m, like, such a dum dum sometimes.” She said, pouting a little.

I kissed her on the forehead, “It’s okay, Nikki; I can think for both of us, okay?”

She nuzzled her head into my shoulder, “Like, totes. You take, like, such good care of me.”