Bimbo in a Day Part 1
"Haley! What did you spend five hundred dollars on now?"Â
With a sigh, Haley put her tablet aside. "Five hundred? I dunno. When?"Â
"Two weeks ago. Leather and more?"Â
Haley tapped her finger to her lips. "Pff. My new heels? Oh no, that was yesterday." She giggled. "I don't know, Ruben. Might've been that cute short jacket. You know, the one you thought was cool."Â
"I didn't know it was five hundred dollars cool!" Ruben seemed ready to explode. "I told you I was cut back in hours. We need to spend less. Or you should get a job."Â
Haley rolled her eyes. "You know why I can't work. Work makes me tired."Â
Ruben threw up his hands in despair. "Of course work makes you tired. But you know what? It also gives you money! So you can buy a five hundred dollar jacket."
Haley shrugged. "I won't do it again." She took up the tablet and continued with her game.Â
"What's for dinner?" Her husband asked.Â
Again she shrugged. "Pizza?"
Ruben opened his mouth to berate her some more, but closed it and shook his head.Â
"Fine. Just remember my manager Mr. Davidsson is coming over for dinner next week. You will not serve him pizza."Â
"No, sir." The tone could not be more derogatory.Â
"Order me a pulled beef. Now!"
"On it." She showed him the tablet with the delivery app open.Â
"I'll be upstairs. Let me know when it's here."Â
She muttered something indiscernible in response.Â
Ruben plumped down in his chair in his office upstairs. He rested his head in his hands and rubbed his temples. How could it have gotten so far? They were happily married for four years, but the situation seemed to worsen by the day. He opened the browser on his desktop. The government-funded information website was still open.Â
He was against the current laws which proposed female suppression. He had not made use of any of the rights he was automatically granted because he was an adult male. He had always prided himself with the fact that he was in an equal marriage, though it was a rarity. But things had to change. She was rapidly bringing them to bankruptcy. Yet again he read the page on 'Behavioral Modification.'Â
The two hardly spoke to each other that evening, only the bare minimum. Ruben noticed Haley was trying to make things better. She even brought the plates to the kitchen after dinner and disposed of the pizza boxes outside. And she made coffee. That was more than she had done all month.Â
When Ruben joined Haley in bed that evening, she was already asleep. He snuggled up and stroked her cheek. "Hey baby," he whispered. She couldn't be that fast asleep in the fifteen minutes she had retired before him. She groaned as if asleep. He nibbled on her neck while his hand went over her body.Â
"Ruben, no." Her voice was surprisingly lucid.Â
He retreated. "Baby, please, it's been so long."
"I'm tired, Ruben and you know pizza doesn't sit well with me."Â
'Then maybe you should have cooked a decent dinner," he thought, but he didn't say it out loud. "Only a kiss then?"Â
She sighed, turned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips.Â
Ruben turned on his other side. He really did need to make use of his rights.Â
He didn't sleep that night. He tossed and turned while the life-changing decision weighed heavy on his heart. Was this really the only option? Was it the right decision? He loved his wife dearly, but living together had become a hell. And there was a way out.
Early the next morning he made a call to work that he had to take the day off. Family emergency.Â
He logged onto the government website and went to 'family relations.' He went over to Haley's page. Her personal information was listed. Name, address, date of birth, marital status.Â
There was a pull-down menu behind the phrase 'Program.' It was currently set to 'none.' By clicking one of the options in this list, all her freedom would be revoked. She would have seven days to report to a 'training facility.' If she didn't, she would be taken into custody the first time she went through a scanner. Scanners were placed at strategic locations, like supermarkets and city centers. Ruben intended to take her today.
He skimmed through the options, though the decision had been made long ago. He had no need for a professional breeder or hucow. He did not need money so badly that he needed to turn her into a prostitute. And no, he did not want to donate her to the state. She was worth more than that. 'Behavioral modification - Bimbo' was his choice. He wanted his wife to be fun again. He wanted to have sex with his wife. If this was to be the only way, then so be it.
The moment he had confirmed his choice, he received a message in his inbox. It contained a questionnaire where he could fill out precisely in what way her behavior had to be modified. He filled out the list with growing trepidation and excitement.Â
Sexual availability? Yes, a lot.Â
Sexual availability to others? Only the ones of his choice.Â
Household chores? Yes.Â
Need to breed? Not right now.
Right at the moment, he hit 'send,' Haley entered his office. "Do you want coffee?"Â
Ruben frowned. Did she know what he had just done?
"Yes, please."Â