“Heir Salon 3”–A new story out now!

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OUT RIGHT NOW is my newest tale, “Heir Salon 3.” This scintillating sequel finishes off that tantalizingly tit-heavy trilogy of the Bimbo Passion series, wrapping up Betty’s story with a nice, pleasant dinner party where absolutely nothing of note happens.

Oh wait, that’s exactly wrong. Betty’s life is changed FOREVER and–I would say–perhaps for the better. I don’t know if Betty at the beginning of the story would agree with me, ;).  She’s slowly warped into exactly what the megalomaniacal Mister Castle wants her to be–which is an even more gorgeous and submissive version of her gorgeous, submissive self.

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I’ve been away for a bit taking care of some other business–subscribers to my newsletter will know all about it. But so you know, I plan to be writing at my normal pace with a story every two weeks for the foreseeable future. Wish me luck!

At any rate, if you are looking for a bimbofication tale on Kindle Unlimited with TONS of mind control, lots of group sex, hot bdsm action, lactation, body transformation, bareback/breeding/creampie sex, and SO much more, check out the Stepford-style “Heir Salon 3” today!

Here’s the Official Blurb:

”You’re so right. I should have been with you from the beginning, Sir.”

Former feminist stalwart Betty has been completely transformed into a servile, Husband-worshiping bimbo. Her greatest love is her Husband’s manhood. Her number one desire is for him to fill herfertile, luscious body with his heirs. 
But Betty has become so gorgeous that she’s caught the attention of Castle, the man in charge of the erotic town of Passion Heights. He wants Betty as his own Wife, and he doesn’t take “no” for an answer. The virile Castle has several Wives already, each more beautiful than the last, and each withcreamy overflowing cups. But he’s the Alpha of all Alphas. This gargantuan hunk of a muscled phenom takes everyone he wants—including Betty. He’ll use anything to seduce her—promises of wealth, love, and status—and even tempts her over-sexed mind with other beautiful women. 
If Castle has his way, Betty will be a bimbo wife forever. Her life will consist of giving him heirs, serving him in every erotic way, letting him drink from her overflowing cups, and worshiping the ground he walks on. Betty can resist him. But with so much pleasure being flooded into her piping-hot, rocking bod, does she even want to?

 

 

Excerpt:

In the car, Betty tugged obediently at Lane’s thick, hard cock. When he saw these lovely women, little dollops of precum began to emerge. She wanted to lick them up, but he had forbidden her from taking him in her mouth that night—her mind had to be sharp to keep up with the Castles, and when she’d had his cock in her, she was no good for actual talking for at least a few hours.

For a Passion Heights girl, cock and cum were better than opium.

You’re prettier than all of them,” he said, voice proud as he looked over at the gardeners. “Every last one.”

Her heart sang with the praise. And as she looked at them, a certain arrogance struck her, making her tilt her chin upward just slightly, turning her nose just so. She was better than those other women.

Her Man had said so. He had no reason to lie.

Her outfit certainly spoke to that notion. She wore a sparkling violet gown that was held up entirely by the buoyant force of her majestic breasts. Her nipples, permanently erect due to her permanent arousal, stuck out through the sheer fabric and were the zenith of an elaborately scooping neckline that draped down almost to her navel. Skin the shade of sleek bronze shone brilliantly in the car, appearing almost wet even though she was not perspiring in the least…

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