bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Piano PrincessKinga immersed herself in the music. It was better to focu
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Piano PrincessKinga immersed herself in the music. It was better to focus on Chopin’s Concerto than the activities happening in the function room.Ever since she had been lurched into the world of BMBO against her will she had felt a little like a music box, brought out for special occasions and only admired for the music she played. That’s not to say she wasn’t regarded for her beauty, she was dressed sexily enough, but the men in the room had that much choice on offer in front of their eyes that she was mostly ignored.Kinga stole a glance sidewards and instantly regretted it. The room stank of greed and wealth, the middle aged figures standing around in groups with wine in their hands chatting. Only two topics seemed to concern them, work and women, and in BMBO’s line of business the two were rigidly intertwined. This was confirmed by the scantily clad women weaving through the guests holding trays leaden with more drink and H’orderves. They were constantly harassed as they went, nipples pinched, waists squeezed and bottoms smacked. One overenthusiastic pig even had the cheek to thrust his tongue down one poor girl’s throat, almost causing her to drop her tray from shock. Kinga turned back to the keys in disgust.She wouldn’t have stuck around for another second except for the threats and blackmail. Making a bid for freedom was one thing but getting caught was quite another. Kinga feared she would never be able to play her beloved piano again and couldn’t bear to join the ranks as another waitress to be teased and fondled. Sometimes she felt weak and pathetic for not standing up to them but an easy life was too good to forfeit. She was sure any other woman with her talents would do the same.As she absorbed herself in the tune she instead turned her face towards the window. The view across the large grounds was stunning. A light dusting of snow littered the lawn and a pair of robins danced in some shrubbery nearby. In her old life she might have dreamed of owning such a place but now she appreciated the little things in life that she was still able to cling to. Music was the chief one amongst many.The sound of chinking glass woke Kinga from her thoughts. When she turned around she noticed a flute of champagne sitting on top of the piano. She followed the fingers up to a sharp black jacket and then the arm up to the shoulder and across to his face. His appearance surprised her. He was much younger than the other men in the room, closer to her age in fact, and had quite the appealing smile. He was staring straight into her eyes. She averted hers and focused on playing.“Jackson”, he announced offering out a hand.Kinga stared at him like he was stupid and pointed at the piano, slamming the keys a little harder to signal that she didn’t have a free hand to take his.“Of course you’re preoccupied. Let me offer some assistance”.He paced around her and disappeared from view. Kinga wondered whether he had buzzed off to go bother one of the serving girls and was surprised when she felt a little crestfallen. Then with a gasp she felt his hands on her waist.“Oh…no” she gasped but daren’t stop playing to swat him away.Kinga hadn’t been touched in some time and in the world of BMBO it was hard to distinguish perviness from genuine affection. There was something soft and gentle about his movement though that put him in the latter category even when one hand wound up to fondle a tit whilst the other reached around to stroke her behind. It certainly helped that he was well built with a handsome face. Despite his touch she was still just able to maintain playing, more from instinct and familiarity with the notes than anything.“Such deft finger”, he growled in her ear. “I’m sure we can find another use for them than merely tinkling the ivories”.Kinga gave a great sigh but in the back of her thoughts she was suspicious. Why was she falling for him this quickly? It all smelt of mind control, a trait that BMBO were renowned for, but when she looked around her she couldn’t detect anything compromising. She hadn’t eaten or drank anything in his presence and only her sweet music filled her ears. Kinga’s touch was obviously preoccupied and nothing smelt or looked out of place. That was when she chastised herself. BMBO had poisoned her mind for too long and made her question everything. It was fine to trust her own natural emotions and they felt very favourable towards him. It was ok to fall in love.“I can’t, I can’t stop”, she rasped as he pulled down the straps of her bow tie collar and kissed her neck delicately. “I’ll be punished”.“I’ll protect you”, he replied and was back in front of her, offering out a hand again.She conceded. Kinga stopped abruptly and placed her hand in his. Like a true gent he helped her to rise from the stool and led the way out of the function room and towards the bedrooms on the upper floor. Along the way his tongue ran along his back molars until he found the switch. Then he gave her one of his dazzling smiles and lifted Kinga off her feet to carry her up the stairs.She would make for a very fine bimbo slave indeed.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link