The Bimbo Slut Game Ch. 01

Maddy was still wary but his explanation seemed credible. She popped the pill in her mouth, added some water, and swallowed it down.

"When Simon wishes you to put the glasses and earpiece on he will send you a text message. The message will say work and nothing else." Nigel closed the box and pushed it into Maddy's hands before standing up. "I wish you the best of luck in your new position and I hope you come to enjoy it." And that was the end of the meeting.

The first thing Maddy did when she got home was have a shower and change into something comfy. Then she ordered takeout. Her kitchen cupboard was full of Ramen noodles because it was all she could afford. Now she could afford to feast.

After dinner, she lay down on the sofa and started shopping on her phone. She spent over an hour filling baskets on various websites. She hadn't managed to place a single order before she received a text message from Simon.

[Work]

Maddy sat up, staring at her phone. Her heart beat harder. This was it, her first assignment. Her eyes flicked up to the time at the top of the screen. It was nearly 10 p.m., what could he want her to do at this time of night?

[Stop staring at the phone and move]

Maddy's jaw dropped open. How did he know that she'd been staring at her phone?

She grabbed the wooden box that she'd left on the coffee table and opened it. First, she put the glasses on her face. Just as Nigel had said, the lenses were totally clear and didn't affect her vision in any way. Next, she pushed the earpiece into her ear and heard a small click as it switched on.

"Hello, Maddy. My name is Simon, it's a pleasure to speak with you," said a low, smooth voice. She could tell from his voice that he was older than her but not by how much.

"Hello, Simon," she replied. Her voice shook a bit as she spoke.

"You're nervous. That's perfectly normal. Over time your nerves will ease and you will start to enjoy our games. Tonight will be difficult for you, but with each night it will get easier," he said.

"How did you know I was staring at my phone?" Maddy asked as soon as he'd finished speaking.

"During your meeting with Nigel, my associates fitted your apartment with hidden cameras. Don't bother looking for them as you will not find them. You agreed to be surveilled when you signed the contract. Any attempt to interfere with the cameras will incur harsh penalties and maybe even punishments in the game."

"What is the game?" she asked nervously.

"I like to call it Walkies," he replied. "What are you wearing right now?"

"Excuse me?" Maddy said, shocked by the directness of his question.

A small sigh came down the line. "Maddy, when I ask you questions you will answer without hesitation. You will be paid $5,000 per month. Each time you fail to follow an instruction or answer a question you will be fined $100. Each game we play will also come with bonuses. The bonus will be greater or smaller depending on your performance. Do you understand?"

Nigel hadn't mentioned anything of the sort when she'd been signing the paperwork. She'd thought that the 5k base pay was the minimum she'd get. Now she was learning that it could decrease. Still, she didn't exactly have time to sit there and think it through unless she wanted to start losing money before she even knew how to play Walkies.

"Yes," she said, and her voice squeaked as she spoke.

"You will address me as sir. Do you understand?" Simon said, his voice full of authority.

Maddy's eyes widened. She was starting to think she might have made a mistake in taking this job. "Yes, Sir," she said. She felt an unfamiliar buzz deep inside her as she complied obediently with his command.

"Good. Now, what are you wearing?"

This time she didn't question him. She took a deep breath and answered. "A pair of shorts and a hoody," she said.

"Underwear? Be descriptive."

Her jaw tensed but she answered all the same. "A pair of black, lace panties. No bra." She rarely wore a bra at home. It was more comfortable without one. And the feeling of the soft material of her hoody on her skin was delightful.

"Does the hoody have a zipper?" asked Simon.

"Yes," she replied, not understanding why that mattered. "Sir," she added quickly.

"Great. Put some shoes on. Any will do. Socks too if you like."

"May I ask where I am going, Sir?" she asked carefully, not wanting to incur a penalty and lose $100.

"You may indeed," Simon purred, pleased by her compliant tone. She grabbed a pair of socks and her sneakers and started pulling them on as he spoke. "You are going for a walk to the nearest park. Once there I am going to give you a beginner's introduction to the nature of our games. Tonight will be basic. Easy. Each game following will build upon that. Do you understand?"

"Kind of, Sir," she said.

"Kind of?"

"I don't think I'll fully understand until I've played the first game," she said truthfully. Until she understood what the games were all about she wouldn't understand what to expect on subsequent nights.

"Good answer. Let's go."

Maddy walked into the hallway and reached for her keys.

"You won't need those. Leave your phone too. The only things you are to have on you when we play are the clothes you are wearing, the earpiece, and the glasses. Unless I tell you otherwise," Simon said.

"But how will I get back in?" she asked.

"Richard is waiting outside. He will look after your apartment and let you in when you return," Simon said.

Maddy did not like the idea of leaving a stranger alone in her apartment. On the other hand, she did want the money. She opened her front door and standing on the other side was a tall man. He was well-built and young and he turned to look at her as the door swung open.

"Hello, Maddy, I'm Richard," he said smiling widely. He had prominent eyelashes for a man and their darkness matched his hair. "I'll housesit for you tonight. Don't worry I won't touch anything I shouldn't. I'll sit on the sofa and watch TV until you return."

"Okay," she said, stepping aside to allow him to enter.

He walked straight through and sat down on the sofa without another word. Maddy couldn't help but think it was somewhat rude but she didn't have time to say anything because Simon started to talk in her ear.

"Head outside, turn left, and walk to the park 3 blocks away. Do you know it?" he said.

"Uh, yes. Yes, Sir," she said. She left her apartment, closing the door behind her. She felt naked without her phone. The last time she'd gone out without her phone had been when she was about 12 and her mom had confiscated it.

It was a warm night and she could feel the smooth cotton of her hoodie against her skin. There was a warm breeze that blew by her and felt nice. Without her bra on her breasts bounced far more than usual as she walked. It wasn't uncomfortable but it was something she was aware of. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her hoody and stiffened at the sensation.

"How many people are on the streets?" Simon asked.

Maddy looked around. She lived in a fairly quiet part of the city but the streets were never empty no matter where you went. There was a drunk man staggering around on the other side of the street, and an old lady up ahead.

"Two, Sir," she replied.

"People aren't important tonight but in future games, they might be. Always be mindful of who is around. Make sure you look at each person you see," he said.

"Yes, Sir," she said. She realised that if he was asking how many people were around that meant he couldn't see. For now, at least, he wasn't able to see her. Of course, he could still see through the camera in her glasses which was why he hadn't asked her to describe the people. He'd only needed her to look at them.

The park was deserted when Maddy arrived. It was situated opposite a row of houses and woods surrounding its other 3 sides. Other than the houses it was a fairly sheltered park. The play area was closest to the trees with a huge field of luscious green grass in front of it.

"Walk across the field to that bench outside the play park," Simon said.

The bench was illuminated by a single, flickering streetlight that stood over it like a watchful guardian. Its light cast long shadows across the bench, providing an eerie atmosphere in the darkness. The rest of the park was enveloped in blackness, making the pool of yellow light around the bench all the more stark and haunting.

Maddy began walking across the grass, the ground beneath her feet was soft and spongy. She arrived at the bench and awaited further instructions.

"I want you to walk around the outside of the play park just once," Simon said.

"Yes, Sir," Maddy said in confusion. She walked over to the blue metal fence that surrounded the play park and began to follow it around. It was an odd thing to want her to do but it was harmless for which she was thankful. Nigel's warning that the games would be much worse than stripping naked in front of a stranger still echoed in her mind. She finished her lap and arrived back at the bench.

"Now I want you to unzip your hoody," said Simon.

"What? Why?" Maddy asked, blurting out the words. She didn't have anything on underneath it, not even a bra. A gust of wind would blow it right open and expose her breasts to anybody who might walk by. The streets were empty for now, but anybody inside the houses could glance out of the windows and see her.

"You just lost a hundred dollars," Simon told her. "Unzip your hoody all the way."

Maddy's breathing was uneven as she took hold of her zipper. She couldn't quite bring herself to pull it down. She glanced around to make sure there was still nobody about. The coast was clear. It wasn't that big a deal. It would be unzipped but still on. She could hold it in place. It would be fine.

"Too slow. That's another hundred," Simon said sternly.

Maddy yanked the zipper down and her hoody fell open. Cool air fell on her naval but her breasts were still concealed by the garment.

"Take another lap."

"Yes, Sir," Maddy replied, taking off at once. She walked slowly, fearful of what her next instruction might be. She glanced over at the houses. A few of the lights were still on which meant some people were definitely still awake. They could look out and see her. Of course, they'd just see a girl walking around the park. From this distance, they wouldn't be able to see that her hoody was open and bare flesh was on display. They'd think she was a drunk or weirdo.

"Tell me, Maddy, how smart do you think you are?" Simon asked.

It wasn't a question she got asked an awful lot. She hadn't done particularly well in school. But the IQ test had shown she was slightly above average. "I'm probably about average," she confessed, missing off the slightly because she thought it would sound stupid.

"Within a few weeks your brains will match your blonde hair," he replied.

"What does that mean?" Maddy asked. She was almost back at the bench now.

"It means you're going to be a dumb bimbo," Simon said with a small laugh.

"Don't be rude!" Maddy said, once again forgetting herself.

"That's another hundred gone. You're a slow learner, aren't you bimbo girl?"

Maddy ground her teeth together and approached the bench in silence.

"There goes another hundred. Answer the question and you better make sure you give me the right answer."

"Yes. Sir," she muttered sullenly.

"That's not good enough I'm afraid. Say the whole thing in full. Now," Simon commanded.

Was the humiliation really worth the money? Maddy wondered. Yes. It was. And it wasn't like there was anybody around to witness her shame anyway. And she still had over 4k plus the 5k she'd already been paid.

"I'm a dumb bimbo, Sir," she said, her face flushing red with embarrassment as the words left her mouth. Yet, even as the sting of shame pinched at her, she felt something else, something good. A tingle deep within her, a little buzz, a purr of pleasure.

"Good girl. But you're not a dumb bimbo yet," Simon said, and Maddy felt the little tingle again. "This game will gradually turn you into the perfect dumb little bimbo slut. You've already got the hair in the bag, so it's just the rest we have to work on. By the end of the year, you'll also be a filthy rich bimbo. So, tell me, Maddy, would you like to continue or would you like to quit now?"

"How rich?" she asked. 5k a month wouldn't make her that rich, but that was only the base pay.

"You'll be given opportunities to earn more money on top of your basic salary. A lot more money. You might never have to work again. The additional perks will also be worth a lot of money. If you fulfill your contract everything will become yours to sell if you so wish. Of course, for the duration of the year, every reward you earn you will have to keep. Not including the money of course. So, in or out?"

Maddy stared down at the wooden slats of the bench. the light flickered above her head. One year of putting up with Simon's insults and games and then she might just be rich enough to never need to work again. Sure, he could call her bimbo all he liked but it wasn't as though he could actually make her dumber.

"In," she said.

"Good girl. Now take off your shorts."

Maddy's breath caught in her throat and she just managed to stop the argument from coming out of her mouth. That would have cost her another hundred. Maddy gulped, her throat suddenly dry. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her shorts. She kept looking around to make sure nobody was about. This was without a doubt the riskiest thing she had ever done and her entire body was trembling. Slowly, she pulled her shorts down her legs.

"Faster," Simon barked in her ear.

She stepped out of her shorts and plucked them up from the floor. Her face was burning with embarrassment as she stood by the bench in an open hoody and her panties.

"Fold the shorts and put them down on the bench."

Maddy followed his instructions putting her shorts neatly on the wooden bench.

"Mmm, you've got a nice fat ass," he said. "Very plump and round."

She looked around for a camera but couldn't see one. He had to have one nearby otherwise he wouldn't have been able to see her ass. Especially not in the darkness.

"Take your hoody off and fold it up on the bench."

Maddy did so without question. She stood there in just her panties in the middle of a park completely exposed to whomever happened to come along. Another surge of shame. The little tingle again. Instinctively she moved her arms to cover her chest.

"Arms at your sides," Simon commanded and she did so at once. "Those are some beautiful big tits. What size are they?"

It was degrading to be spoken to like that. It was like she was an animal that Simon was sizing up for purchase. What was worse was that he already knew her size because Nigel had measured every aspect of her body.

"34E," she said, feeling the shame creep up her neck. She'd always been taught not to engage in such conversations. A lady was modest and kept such discussion for the bedroom.

"Mmm," Simon said. "You must be quite proud of them."

"I've never really thought about it, Sir." If anything they were a bit of a hindrance due to the attention they drew. Especially in the summer when it was too hot to cover up fully.

"Okay. Take another walk around the park. Slowly."

Maddy repressed another argument. She had to do as she was told. There was no choice in the matter. Her tits jiggled as she walked and she kept trying to fold her arms over them as she walked but Simon kept telling her to keep them at her sides.

Despite the shame and the embarrassment, as she walked the perimeter of the play park, Maddy started to feel a buzz of excitement. She was actually starting to get a cheeky thrill from the risk of walking around in just her panties in a public place.

"Are those nipples hard?" he asked.

She'd been dying to press her arms against her tits but somehow she'd kept them at her sides. "Yes, Sir," Maddy said.

"Why?"

Maddy blushed bright red. "Because it's cold."

"On a warm summer's evening? Tell me another lie and you'll lose another hundred," the voice said.

"Because I'm getting excited," Maddy said, her voice barely above a whisper this time.

"Mmm. Is it turning you on knowing that you could be caught at any moment? Wandering around in public in just your panties?"

"Yes, Sir," she admitted, staring down at the grass beneath her feet.

"Are you a little slut?"

She didn't think she was a little slut but she knew better than to contradict Simon. It would cost her another hundred. "Yes, Sir," she said, her voice cringingly quiet.

"You're just a slutty bimbo bitch whose body was designed to give men pleasure. Nothing more. You understand?" Simon said. His enjoyment oozed through every word.

She clenched her fists at her sides. "Yes, Sir. I'm a slutty bimbo bitch who only exists to please men." Maddy said, feeling a buzz of excitement. She was glad there were no men in the park otherwise Simon would likely tell her to prove it.

Maddy froze as an older couple walked past and their faces turned towards her. Maddy could feel their eyes on her body and she felt herself blush again. The excitement in her belly was rising up to meet the shame. She glanced at her clothes on the bench but Simon stopped her.

"Don't do anything. I want to see what they do," Simon said.

"Are you okay, dear?" the woman asked. She looked concerned whereas her husband looked delighted.

"You're fine," Simon said.

"Yes, thank you," Maddy said. She smiled despite herself. The old man's eyes were glued to her boobs.

Maddy was shaking. She felt like she might pass out. And yet her pussy felt so wet and she knew that Simon could probably hear her shallow breathing through the microphone.

"Do you need help?" the woman asked, unconvinced.

"Pull your panties down," Simon ordered.

Maddy didn't want to. She really didn't want to. But she still did it. She hooked her thumbs in her waistband and tugged the black lace panties down to her ankles. When she straightened back up she saw the horror on the woman's face and the grin on the man's.

"The youth of today!" the woman shouted. "Come on, Frederick, we're going." She grabbed her husband by the arm and hauled him away down the street. He didn't take his eyes off Maddy as he was pulled away from her.

"Give him a wave," said Simon.

Maddy waved her hand cheerily. Despite the embarrassment of the situation she also found it quite funny. However, she did not want it to happen again.

"Good girl, you've done well for your first night. Get dressed and head home."

With a huge sigh of relief, Maddy hurried over to the bench and pulled her clothes back on. She felt safe beneath the fabric again with her body hidden from prying eyes. As she walked back towards her apartment, Simon spoke to her.

"You did well, little bimbo. You only lost $400. I have to warn you, the games will not be as easy as tonight's. In future, you will have to interact with people more. As a reward for tonight's game, you will be given a brand new cell phone of your choosing."

"Thank you, Sir," Maddy said, beaming with excitement. Her current phone was a few years old and well overdue for an upgrade.

"You're welcome. While we were playing I had Nigel stop by your place and replace all of your clothes with new clothes that I want you to wear. Each outfit is labelled by day so you know what to wear and when to wear it. Do you understand?"

Maddy didn't like the sound of that. Not one bit. She liked to have control over her wardrobe and she couldn't imagine that Simon had left much modesty in her new outfits. But she didn't have a choice. "Yes, Sir," she said.

"Good girl. You'll hear from me again soon." The earpiece clicked as Simon disconnected and Maddy was left to walk home alone.