Bimbofication: Part 1

Emma and Sarah sat on the couch in the basement living room, returning to Sarah’s from their trip to the mall a few hours earlier. It was Sunday evening, and Sarah’s parents would be out late. The girls had ordered a pizza and watched an old 90’s romantic comedy. Sarah had let Emma choose the movie. They’d leave to get settled into their new dorm rooms next week; they both knew there weren’t many sleepover nights at Sarah’s parents remaining. 

“Let’s play ‘Punishments’,” Sarah said, looking over at Emma. 

Emma was puzzled. Usually, Emma would make a wild bet and wager that if she lost, then she’d do a punishment. And then Emma would have to rub or kiss Sarah’s feet. Sarah suggested that Emma simply jump straight to losing a bet.

“Oh…” Emma replied simply. “Alright, how do I st—…"

Sara interrupted and said, “Do you accept your punishments?” 

“OK, I accept,” Sarah responded, her curiosity increasing. 

“And I’ll continue giving you punishments until you give up. And if you give up, then you lose the game.” Sarah declared. 

“That’s not fair! What if I refuse to do something?” Emma asked.

“Then, I guess you’d be a loser!” Sarah said, laughing, knowing that would hit a nerve with Emma’s stubbornness. 

“OK. Fine. Do your worst!” Emma replied, crossing her arms defiantly and acting like she had no choice. 

Sarah had enjoyed the power she felt in the fitting room that afternoon. Could she see Emma’s breasts again? Could she see Emma completely naked? Sarah tingled at the thought of how embarrassed Emma would be if she were fully exposed. Emma needed to be warmed up, though. Sarah needed to push her slowly. 

“On the floor, massage my feet,” Sarah said. She stretched her legs out from her position on the couch. 

Emma knelt in front of Sarah and began to massage her feet. This was familiar.

“Kiss my feet,” Sarah said. This was usually the last punishment of their predictable game. Emma complied, laying her gentle kisses all over Sarah’s feet. 

“Stand up and show me your new bra,” Sarah commanded next. Emma paused; she’d stopped kissing Sarah’s feet. “Come on, show me. I paid for it, after all, and I want to see it again”. 

Emma stood from her kneeling position on the floor and then hesitated. Sarah did pay for the bra, Emma thought. It’s not unreasonable that she’d like to see it. And, Sarah had seen it already. Emma lifted her tank top up to her neck, exposing her stomach and bra.

“Take the tank top off. I can’t see the bra properly.” Sarah pressed. Emma hesitated again. “Come on, just like in the change room today. I want to see it.”

Emma complied, dropping the tank top to the floor. Sarah took the tank top and put it behind her, out of Emma’s reach. 

“Arms up, all the way, like before. Higher!” Sarah prodded. Emma reached her arms up, stretching her body. She was hesitating less now, quietly following Sara’s instructions without protest. Her skin was going flush. She seemed unable to make eye contact with Sarah, and she looked shyly at the ground.

“How does the bra feel? It looks tight.” Sarah asked in a teasing tone. 

“I like it… It feels good. But it is tight,” Emma replied. She shifted nervously, but her hands remained up in the air as high as she could stretch. 

“Maybe you need a break from wearing it if it’s so uncomfortable. You should take it off.” Sarah said, speaking firmly now.

Emma’s eyes met Sarah’s now as she sat comfortably on the couch, grinning. Emma felt her skin tingle and Sarah’s eyes all over her body. Her heart was beating quicker. “…do I have to?” she asked, hoping that Sarah would force her to continue undressing. 

Sarah hadn’t yet learned to read Emma’s body for signs of arousal. One day she would. Sarah did recognize that Emma had grown increasingly compliant and instinctively knew that she could be pushed further now.

“It’s nothing I didn’t already see today, right?” Sarah said. 

“Take it off.”

Emma worked to remove the bra. She struggled at the straps, which were still unfamiliar to her. Finally, she removed it and dropped it to the floor. Her hands moved to cover herself. 

“Arms up, come on! You know better.” Sarah scolded.

Emma’s arms shot up. Her tits bounced, entirely on display for the second time today. Her heart was racing, and her breathing quickened. Her chest expanded and contracted, and her large breasts swayed with each breath slightly as Sarah watched her. 

Just as it seemed Emma was about to bring her arms down and put a stop to their game, Sarah said, “Kiss my feet again”.

Emma returned to this familiar task, kneeling in front of Sarah, kissing her feet. Her breasts hung down, swinging slowly as she worked. 

“You have such big breasts, Em.” Sarah said, trying to sound as sweet as possible. “Now, shake them back and forth while you kiss my toes.” Emma twisted her body rhythmically without taking her mouth off of Sarah’s feet. Her breasts swung faster.

“Suck on my toes,” Sarah ordered now. “Come on, don’t they taste good?”

“MMmm hmm,” Emma answered, sucking softly. Little moans could be heard, and wet suckling noises. She sucked each toe briefly and then moved to the next, the suckling sounds growing louder and wetter. Emma’s nipples looked even longer now, and she continued to swing her breasts side-to-side as she sucked.

“Don’t stop sucking while you take off your jeans,” Sarah commanded quickly.

Emma’s suckling quickened. Without hesitation, she opened the button of her jeans and worked to wriggle out of them with multiple toes in her mouth. Her soft moans had grown louder, spit drooled down Sarah’s feet. Finally, she’d wriggled free of her jeans, and only white cotton panties covered her now. Emma grasped Sarah’s feet tightly in her hands to suck harder. 

“Keep my toes in your mouth and slide your panties down, and then give them to me.” Sarah wriggled her toes in Emma’s mouth playfully. Emma stretched and shifted and managed to slide her panties down. She offered the panties up to Sarah, still making fast slurping noises with toes in her mouth. She was naked now, sucking on Sarah’s toes and shaking her tits back and forth. 

Emma couldn’t stand it any longer. Her arousal was at its peak. Emma’s hand moved from Sarah’s foot to her pussy, and she rubbed it furiously. She stopped suckling Sarah’s foot and moved up high on her knees, her legs far apart. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth gaped wide open. She grunted like an animal and stiffened and shook. Her breasts flopped around wildly. Emma’s eyes met Sarah’s, and as she orgasmed, her face took on an expression of helpless ecstasy. 

At this moment, it was all but confirmed for Sarah: Emma is a slut, being exposed and humiliated arouses her. Sarah watched Emma humping her own hand uncontrollably and smiled, thinking to herself, “This is just the beginning…”.