Bimbo/Slave Housewife Takes Care of Family

Chapter 1: Getting Ready…
Today is a special day in our house. My Master-Husband is getting ready to go on a business trip for a week. This is exciting because it leaves me home alone with our teenage son and our dog. I am so thrilled for this wonderful week ahead of me. As much as I will miss my Master, I will enjoy the alone time I have with my son, and tending to his needs. In our house Master always comes first above everything but this week little Master will be the top of the house, and I am sure he will take advantage of every second of his power.

The day starts as it usually does. The alarm goes off at four AM in the morning, and I quickly slam it off to make sure it doesn’t wake up Master. I curl up to him just a moment longer, smelling his sweet smell, rubbing against his warm, big manly frame. Being under Masters arm with my head on his hairy chest is my favorite place in the world. I am forever safe in his arms, no one can hurt me, and I am free there. I always try to squeeze just a second longer out of being next to Master, so I give him a quick hug, fix his eye mask, give him a kiss on the nose, and bounce out of bed.
I fold the blankets back after I slipped out, and tuck Master in so all the warmth stays with him, and he doesn’t wake up. I put on my pink fuzzy slippers, and stretch my arms up as I walk completely naked to the bathroom. Once I get into the bathroom, I turn on the lights, shielding my eyes from the drastic change, and look in the mirror once I adjust. I look at my tight, fit, body. I see the curves of my giant fake tits, down to my small flat stomach, and bounce back out where my huge ass is. I turn around so my fat ass is facing the mirror and think to myself “It could get a little bigger for Master, better double the work out today.” I turn on the shower, as I walk to the toilet, finish my morning duties, and slip my slippers off before hoping into the shower. I hum a couple of Disney songs as I wash my long wavy red hair. I spend at least a fifteen minutes in the shower, shaving, washing, and making myself squeaky clean for my wonderful Masters.

Skipping out of the shower, I dry my have with a towel and start applying my make up. Master made sure to show me exactly how he likes his bimbos to look, and I make sure I do my make up perfectly every morning. I have thick long eyelashes, a perfect flip at the end of my eye liner, and just the exact amount of eye shadow to make the most slight smokey eye. I continue to add just the tinniest bit of blush (knowing in a second I was about to get very flustered), and finish with some hot pink lip stick. After my make up is done I make sure to blow dry my hair into the perfect big wavy locks that Master loves to hold onto tight as he fucks his slave-wifes mouth.

I shimmy into my outfit for the day, a pink baby doll dress, my favorite. It has see through cups holding my big double D fake tits. Just see through enough so you can watch my nipples grow with excitement as I am blowing my most loved Master. With fuzz on top of my tits, and a nice big black bow. I slip my pink matching g-strip on and I dance to the closet to choose shoes. I decide the pink, fuzzy, stripper heels are best for today. Since Master is going away for such a long time, he should have a glorious goodbye.

I look at myself all whored up in the mirror before going off to greet Master. I see a plastic, fake, bimbo staring back at me. I think about how I graduated with a 3.5 from one of the top schools in my state. I think about how I had such dreams to do research in my field, or dance on stage on broadway and be famous. I thought of the days that my parents used to be so proud of me saying “Thats our daughter!”. I used to be a success and people used to look up to me. Now looking back at me in the mirror is an air-head dumb bitch, only good for sucking cock and pleasing her Master. A cunt that everyone in the neighborhood used, and made fun of. A stupid gaped fuck meat who only wanted to worship her Master, following him around in tiny little skips waiting for his next command, and spending day and night pleasing him. I fix my collar quickly so the words “Owned Slave” could be facing out, and I thought to myself, I have never been happier.

I quietly open the door from my bathroom to my bedroom, and peak out to see if Master was still asleep. Of course he is curled into a ball, fast asleep, and probably dreaming of his wonderful business trip that is approaching. I tip toe out of the room and once I make it into the hall I give myself permission to breathe again. I am always so nervous about that long, 10 foot journey from the bathroom to the hallway door. I hate the days that I accidentally wake Master. I feel so worthless and bad when I don’t have everything perfect for when he wakes up. It is about five AM at this point, and Master doesn’t have to be awake until six thirty, and I plan for him to get every single minute of sleep he can.

I walked down to the kitchen, and turned on the news as I made breakfast. Master always likes to hear about the news after being woken up, he likes to know whats going on in the world. So after our morning pleasure sessions, and Master is getting dressed I recite if there is any big news happening in the world. It being just a boring old Thursday, nothing interesting is happening, and the newscasters are going off about the weather being a perfect seventy-two degrees. I sing and dance to myself as I prepare my husband and sons breakfast. They both love their eggs, bacon, toast, hash browns, and fresh squeezed orange juice so I make sure they have all of it! I hook my big fat tittes up to the breast-pump so my Master can drink his slaves fresh milk in the morning.
After preparing the perfect meal, it is around six AM at this point. I set the oven to low and put all the food in there to keep it warm and ready for my Master and little Master. I go and feed our lovely dog with a belly rub, and feed him the left overs from yesterdays dinner. He always eats like a prince, because he is of course one. I go outside to get the newspaper, walking like a girlie bimbo outside in my lingerie. The husbands on our street all seem to always get the newspaper and mail the same time I do. They are all standing on their driveways, looking pathetically at me with wishful eyes, lusting over the fact that Master got a slave as willing as me while they are stuck with their grumpy old hags. I give them all a wave, a boobie shake, and bend over nice and low so they all can get a good look at my ass while I pick up the paper. I always like to look back right before I close the door to see all there pants get a little tights, my Master loves having the hottest wife on the street.

I set the newspaper on the table next to Masters plate, and go and make sure all his paper work is in order for his trip. As I am finishing packing up his suitcase I hear a knock at the door. My nipples immediately harden as I know exactly who is at the door. I quickly run, my big tits bouncing up and down with every leap, and swing open the door with a big smile on my face. Stacey my good bimbo friend was here! I jump on top of her and we kiss a little, our tongues dancing with each other.