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I stared at the small metal device in my palm, my heart pounding against my ribs. Three years of research, countless sleepless nights hunched over circuit boards in my bedroom—it was finally complete. The Bimbo Directive Device, as I called it.
"This is going to hurt," I muttered to myself, positioning the device against the back of my neck where it would interface directly with my nervous system.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed the activation button.
"Fuck!" I gasped as white-hot pain shot through my spine. The device's microscopic filaments penetrated my skin, connecting with my neural pathways. My vision blurred then sharpened with startling clarity. The bedroom around me—my cluttered desk, the gaming posters on the walls, my rumpled bed—all seemed more vibrant somehow.
I steadied myself against my workbench, waiting for the pain to subside. The device hummed quietly, now successfully bonded to my nervous system. It would broadcast specific beta waves that, according to the schematics I'd discovered in that obscure dark web forum, would affect the female brain in a very particular way.
The concept of the Bimbo Directive was simple yet revolutionary: any woman within range would perceive me as having complete authority over her body. She would feel no shame, no guilt, no hesitation in letting me use her however I wanted. Witnesses wouldn't react, taboos wouldn't register. Every woman would be... available.
I'd stumbled across the free-use fetish on PornHub two years ago, and it had consumed my thoughts ever since. The fantasy of women simply allowing me to use their bodies whenever and however I desired had burned through me like wildfire. But unlike others who just jerked off to the videos, I had the skills to make it real.
My dad had always encouraged my interest in electronics, buying me tools and components, praising my technical aptitude. He never imagined I'd use those skills for this purpose, but I couldn't help where my genius led me.
The device at my neck pulsed warmly. The only way to know if it worked was to test it. My mother was downstairs—a beautiful blonde MILF with curves that had fueled my fantasies for years. The thought of freely accessing her body made my cock twitch in my jeans.
It was now or never.
I descended the stairs, each step heavy with anticipation. The house was quiet—my sisters were out, and Dad was at work. Just Mom and me.