“I understand,” she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “I’ll do better next time. I promise.”
Alex looks deep into her eyes, his gaze intense and unyielding. “Yes, you will,” he says, his voice firm and resolute. He pauses for a moment, his expression thoughtful as he continues, “I’ve been thinking about your mistakes, and I’ve come to a conclusion. The only logical way out of this is for you to play the airhead dumb bimbo 24 hours a day.”
Bella’s eyes widen in shock, her mind racing as she tries to process his words. “What do you mean?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
Alex’s expression remains serious, his tone matter-of-fact. “It’s simple, really. If you’re always in character, always playing the role of the dumb, airheaded bimbo, you’ll always act correctly. You’ll always know what I expect from you, and you’ll be happy with it. It’s the perfect solution.”
Bella takes a deep breath, her mind reeling with a mix of disbelief and apprehension. She knows she should be outraged, and should be arguing against such a degrading proposition. But at the same time, she can’t help but feel a strange sense of resignation, a feeling that she has no choice but to comply.
She looks up at Alex, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and desperation. “But… but what about my own life? she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alex’s expression remains steady, his tone calm and reassuring. “You don’t need to worry about that, Bella,” he says, his voice gentle yet firm. “You’ll basically be doing the same things you already do: work out, not work, and do everything to please me. The only difference is that now, you’ll be happier because you won’t have to think much anymore.”
Bella’s eyes widen slightly, her mind racing as she tries to process his words. She knows she should be outraged, and should be arguing against such a simplistic and degrading view of her life. But at the same time, she can’t help but feel a strange sense of relief, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, not having to think too much could be a welcome change.
Alex gives an example to illustrate his point. “For instance, if I asked you to walk around the house wearing only your underwear, you’d probably be scared, maybe complain, ask why, and we both know that eventually, you would do it. But now, you don’t have to overthink it anymore. You just have to agree, be excited about it, and obey without questioning. Isn’t that better? Doesn’t that make your life easier?”
She takes a deep breath, her mind racing as she considers his example. She knows she should be outraged, and should be arguing against such a degrading and objectifying request. But at the same time, she can’t help but feel a growing sense of acceptance, a feeling that maybe this could be a way to find some peace, some submissive simplicity in her life.
She looks up at Alex, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and resignation. “You’re right,” she says, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. “It does make things easier. I won’t have to worry about making decisions or questioning everything. I’ll just… do what you say, and be happy about it.”
Bella takes a moment to absorb the command, her mind quickly shifting into her new persona. After a second of acceptance, she smiles brightly, her voice taking on a high-pitched, bimbo tone. “That’s awesome!” she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with feigned excitement. “Would you like to pick the color too?”
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