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EPILOGUE 1
It was only a few more days before James Millen proposed to Lita. Lita
wept tears of joy and felt like the luckiest pleasure slave of them all
as she had accepted without hesitation. She moved in with James the
following week into an enormous mansion.
She was given her own wing which extended from one half of their master
bedroom and led into a huge dressing-suite comprised of whole rooms of
walk-in wardrobe space, entirely and only for her. Her wing also housed
an enormous bathroom and a back-room salon area where her beauty needs
could be attended to in whatever manner she needed, right in the comfort
of her own private rooms. When she had seen what was to be her new
private space, she had stood up and had solemnly promised to him that she
would use the space to be the ideal wife for him. She had explained to
him that the "Lita Millen" definition of the ideal wife would be a woman
who was a whore in the bedroom, a whore in the living room and a whore
wherever he saw fit to take her. She had then dropped to her knees and
thanked her new fianc? for his amazing generosity in the most beautiful
and intimate way that she knew. When she had finally swallowed the last
drop of his ejaculate, she had stood up once more and had told him that
she was going to start a shoe collection. In her mind she had envisaged
something a bit like Tanya's, except much more heavily featuring her
growing acceptance of what would be her penchant for cheaper sluttier
shoes. She planned to use her abundant free time to start shopping for
these, wherever she could find them.
She had not realised how wealthy he was when they had first met but after
she had clocked the number of mansions that they owned and the fact that
he owned two private jets, a collection of expensive super-cars and a
top-tier European football team; she realised that she was obscenely
wealthy, beyond her wildest dreams, and would never want for anything
ever again; except perhaps his attention.
For the big day they hired a famous wedding planner and had a beautiful
beach-wedding on the sands of a small Caribbean island that it turned out
James (and now Lita) also owned. Lita had worn an enormous girly white
dress which celebrated her fantastic breasts for her husband and for the
numerous society magazines which had been allowed to photograph the
event. She had insisted on there being walkways installed everywhere on
the beach so that she could wear stiletto heels for her wedding. The
celebrity magazine press, heavily in her husband's pay, had gushed over
how amazing she had looked and how wonderful it had been for her to be so
uncompromising and how brilliantly she had done to wear such high heels
for the whole long day so elegantly.
Just before the wedding, James had got a tattoo of a big heart done on
his arm with a banner with "Lita" written on it. He had secured the most
sought-after tattoo artist in the city to do the work for him and it had
looked incredibly stylish as a modern slant on a classic motif. Every
time she saw it, she wanted to touch it. Lydia had logged a service
request with the Waverley Institute to have Lita's programming changed so
that it also nudged her arousal system up another notch and this was
programmed in during one of her overnight updates. Knowing that her owner
loved her should be such an enormous turn-on for her, Lydia had
explained. Lita wanted to rub herself around her husband every time she
saw the tattoo.
Lita got her own tattoo of James' name on the inner side of her left
wrist, so that she would always be looking at it; she never wanted to let
him out of her mind for longer than absolutely necessary. She also had a
beautiful cursive version of it tattooed on her left breast so that it
was on show to him when he fucked her. Finally, she had a little J set
just above her pussy on the left. She wanted there to be no doubt about
whose girl she was.
All of her girlfriends had managed to make the wedding and they had all
helped her to plan the entire thing. By this point, Lita and the girls
were a close-knit group who shared every detail of their sex lives and
desires with each other; just as Lydia had said they would.
For the evening 'do' they had 'helped' her choose a second, billowing
white rubber wedding dress to change into, with some equally difficult
platformed high-heeled white sandals. She had felt like a fetish model as
they had buckled her into it all. For the final touch, they had pulled up
a chastity belt around her with a fat, slow-buzzing vibrator on, which
Anubis had delighted in slotting into her before fastening the belt
snuggly in place and replacing all the layers of her thick latex gown.
Lita had spent her wedding evening almost incapable of speech, obediently
gripping her new husband's arm as the buzzing drove her to the brink of
insanity and her friends delighted in chiding her in public.
"I'm afraid it's a bit of a rite of passage," Tanya had said, "the rest
of us now have to have a game to see who can get fucked in all three
holes the quickest. It's a wedding tradition now; fuck knows when it
started or who thought of it. Probably Anubis. Anyhow, you get to play on
the opposite side next time. I hope James likes you sloppy because you
will be a real mess by the time you finally get to bed tonight. Enjoy
your wedding night, sweet little Bimbo baby."
Then Tanya had kissed her fondly and left her.
When James took his latex bound bride back to their room, he had
discovered the vibrator and the sopping mess that was running down Lita's
legs. He had wasted no time in using all of the juices to rub around and
lubricate her rear hole before deciding to give her her wedding-night
fuck in her back passage. Lita felt like she was in heaven as he had
extensively reamed her anus whilst he had left the vibrator working in
her still dripping pussy. She had hated and loved her 'friends' in equal
measure for this. She felt her husband finally come into her ass,
consummating their marriage and unlocking a final, wedding night release
that was so intense that she would remember it for the rest of her life.
Over the next few months, she tried to be the perfect pleasure girl for
her new husband. She always looked her best, was always hungry for his
attention and always wanted to spend time with him, even if he was doing
something completely boring. When he was busy, she filled her time with
dance classes and shopping during the daytime so that she could be her
very best for him.
She had regular lunch dates and dance classes with the other girls and
they really did become the very best of friends. Even Anubis.
She hired a private instructor who taught a high-heels fitness class and
had her come and give her a private session four times a week. On the
other days she learnt pole dancing and an experienced ex-prostitute came
in to teach her erotic dance. Every night she tried to put on a little
performance for her man.
Lydia spoke to her less and less as Lita grew naturally into her role as
her husband's plaything and temptress. But at her one-year review follow-
up appointment, which she had travelled back to the Waverly Institute
for, she had returned to the fateful basement room. They had checked all
of her systems and had decided to tweak her control program a little, to
push her even further.
Lita looked upon the previously hated face of Professor Amanda Jakes,
lowered her head and then humbly thanked her for making her this way.
Prof Jakes grinned at her and told her that soon product number 'A96'
would be coming to play with their little group. Lita was excited.
When she returned home with her new control program settings, Lydia tried
to ramp things up a little. She started giving Lita little projects to do
to please James. The first was to make a calendar of pictures of herself,
professionally photographed over some of his collection of sports cars.
Lita had argued, more passionately than the subject deserved, with
Anubis, when they gone out for lunch together and had reviewed at the
pictures; over which one should be January. It turned out not to matter
because James was blown away by the gift and after he saw it, he sent it
on to one of his contacts. Lita started being approached to do shoots for
professional glamour work and for soft porn. She felt unable to make
those decisions for herself but when it became clear that James loved the
idea of having a famous glamour model as his wife, she started to take
the work and threw herself into it; it excited her.
On one trip that they took to the Bahamas in one of their private jets,
after take-off, Lita disappeared into the back room and changed into an
air-hostess outfit which she had had specially made; a light blue skirt
and matching fitted jacket with a little round hat which she fixed to the
top of her hair. Underneath it she wore some split-crotch G-string
panties with a set of white stockings and suspenders and a pair of high
white-stilettoed court pumps with a set of ankle straps that made the
whole outfit scream 'fetish slut'; which is exactly what she had been
aiming for.
"Oh Lita, you are incorrigible!," James had cried in resignation, hanging
up his important business call because his wife was wriggling her ass in
his face dressed as the sexiest air hostess he had ever seen, making a
show of lifting his bag into the overhead locker, but really just pushing
her breasts up to turn him on so that he would want to take her, hard,
over the cabin table.
When he had tried to get up to take hold of her though, she had pushed
him down into his seat and had fastened his seatbelt around his waist.
"I'm sorry Sir, but you need to remain seated for the......in-flight
meal," she had warned him, looking him in the eye.
She had then dropped to her knees and pulled his trousers down. He had
held his head in his hands as she had forcibly extracted the meal from
him whilst he could only sit there, grab her head and moan.
"I will be the rest of your in-flight entertainment today," she had told
him, confiscating his phone. She had turned off the television and then
shown him where the buzzer was for when he wanted to use her again. It
had taken about fifteen minutes before he had pressed it. She had taken
as much time responding as her arousal system had let her, and he had
then fucked his wife from behind across the desk whilst she had moaned at
the very top of her voice and the cabin crew had settled their wager
between themselves about how long it would take for Mrs Millen to be
taken in at least two of her holes.
After they landed, a slightly flushed Lita got a call, asking her if she
would do another shoot for Playboy as she had been voted Playmate of the
Year. She was incredibly excited and immediately asked James about it,
who was ecstatic for her to do it. He loved parading her around now that
she was a famous glamour-model and wanted her to be recognised as the
sexiest woman on the planet. After she did the shoot, she started to get
endorsement contracts and all kinds of extra offers for work. Her name
started to creep into 'top ten sexiest woman in the world' lists as well
as into 'top ten sluttiest women in the world'. Lydia told her that the
second part of this was just the price you had to pay for fame and beauty
and that there would always be haters.
She could never leave her husband for more than a day without her needs
becoming unmanageable but she managed to make her glamour and porn shoots
work around his own schedule.
A year later, still his devoted servant and still the absolute prize of
his eye, Lita was using her computer. She had just finished a
particularly intense two-hour pole-dancing and high-heels dancing
workout. She was still breathing heavily whilst she recovered but felt
happy that her body was tight and perfect and was exactly as it should be
for her wonderful husband.
"Here's something that I think you will enjoy," she heard Lydia say. She
felt her hands controlled and moved over to the keyboard as Lydia started
to type the word "Bimbo".
As she completed the word, she looked at the Google suggestions that
automatically popped up below.
Number one was "Bimbo Lita Millen"
"Oh my God!" she thought. "Oh my God, I've arrived!"
She jumped up excitedly, still wearing her sweaty workout clothes and her
slutty pole-dancing sandals, to go and tell her husband. She hoped
desperately that he would let her suck his cock when he found out the
kind of girl that he had for a wife.
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