From Deirdre to Deedee

By Liz Black

Deirdre Jonas’ labyrinthian life sees a new unfold of events as she’s about to be evicted. When she meets Neal Degras, a 45 year old CEO who can afford virtually anything without bathing an eyelash, Deirdre buoys up her hope and remains optimistic of a greener pasture. Neal, on the one hand, out of the loveless marriage that he had come from, seeks a new partner, a submissive partner, and most importantly a devoted girl. When he finally meets Deirdre, he finds her fit for the task and seeks her consent. Deirdre, on the other hand, gets propelled and finds muse in the benefits that surround the deal. However, she soon gets the real picture of what she is getting into and how uneasy and uncomfortable the deal might be. As the deal unfolds day after day and becomes so clear to Deidre, will she continue? Or opt out? Will she be able to satisfy Neal’s sexual thirst? And will she be submissive as Neal demands? Or are there other things that are hidden from Deirdre?

From Deirdre to Deedee is an Erotic Bimbofication Tale, dealing with bimbos, bimbofication, hypnosis, mind control and modification.

WARNING: This book contains explicit sex scenes and female humiliation. If this offends you, please don't buy this book. All characters are over 18. This is an erotic fantasy. It is a short story, about 100 pages long.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Liz Black
• Release date: Oct 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370233250

Liz Black

Liz Black an erotic fiction author who has written titles such as ‘His for Two Nights’ and ‘One Night Stand with Three’. Liz’s first love is writing, and she studied English Literature for more than five years. Inspired by the medieval/fantasy world, she often visits festivals of this theme, and you can see this reflected in her books. When Liz isn’t writing or immersed in the fantasy world, you can find her going for long walks with her husband, or at home playing with her four beloved cats.

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From Deirdre to Deedee

An Erotic Bimbofication Tale

By Liz Black

Copyright 2017 Liz Black

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I rushed to the kitchen and started to cut the chicken for the risotto. My head was still fuzzy, and I had trouble focusing on the cooking. I didn't want this to happen. I had always enjoyed having an analytical mind, yet now everything seemed to be so clouded. I tried to focus on things that I wanted, things that I had done in the past that had been my choices. I needed to be strong and hold on to myself, else I would be obliterated. I tried to focus on the lines that were mine, as I had before. My name is Deirdre Jonas. I am 21 years old. I am here for six months to earn $250,000. I am a slave. I do not think. I am a slave. I shook my head and started again. This was more complicated than I imagined.

Title: From Deirdre to Deedee - An Erotic Bimbofication Tale

Author: Liz Black

Copyright: 2017

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Deirdre

I closed my front door as softly as I could.

Last warning, Miss Jonas! $600 Dollars tonight, or I change the lock.

Yes, Mrs. Boyle. I'll pay the rent tonight.

I had hoped to prevent this. I knew I was behind on rent. Two months behind, to be exact. I'd asked for an extension too many times, so today was the real deal. I needed to get the part in this audition, or I'd be sleeping on the street.

Once outside I took a deep breath. I was going to do this. I was going to nail this audition, get the part and ask for a deposit. It wasn't the most solid plan ever, but it was all I had.

I arrived at the theatre fifteen minutes before the appointed time. There was no one showing us the way. I followed the posters with an arrow indicating => Auditions this way

When I opened the door, I was hit with the stench of sweat and people. The girls inside were in different states of undress. Some were chatting with hushed voices. Many of them were stretching or practicing positions on their spot. I found a small spot next to the bench and took off my street clothes. I'd already dressed in my dancing outfit at home, so I used the time to warm up my muscles.

At exactly two o'clock a woman carrying a clipboard entered the room.

May I have your attention, everyone?

Most of the chatter died down, but two girls continued laughing.

You too, please? Thank you. I want to welcome everyone to the auditions for 'Burlesque Tonight.' As you know, there are three spots available. If we approach you and say 'thank you,' then you have not been selected. There will be three rounds of dancing. First, you may show us your skills with your own routine. The second round will be choreography you will be taught by us. The final round is choreography from the show which you will have to perform naked, as was stated in the information letter you all received and read.

She looked around the room. Some girls clearly hadn't read that information and looked anxious.

If this makes you uncomfortable, please leave now. She held still and looked around the room.

One girl sneaked between the other girls and left.

For the rest of you, I'd like to thank you for being here today, and we'll begin. You can give your portfolio to me next to the entrance to the stage. If the first five would be willing to follow me, please?

There were about fifty people in the room, so this was going to take a while. Every twenty minutes the next five were called.

It took ages before I got the opportunity to go to the stage. I handed my portfolio to the lady at the desk, and I got to wait a little longer before I was finally allowed on stage.

The room was well-lit. There were no spot lights specifically aimed at the stage. In the middle of the room, I saw a table with three men behind it. The man at the right spoke.

All right. Deirdre, is it? My name is Richard Fudon. Beside me are Francois and Neal. You may start your routine.

Thank you.

This was unlike any audition I had done before. I hadn't been given the opportunity to hand them any music. Judging by their expectant yet also bored looks, I had to perform my routine without music. This was new.

I started my dance while playing the music in my mind. I hoped I at least got the rhythm right. My dance was mainly jazz ballet, and I had incorporated some burlesque moves in it. I pasted on my dance smile that became more genuine as the dance progressed. Though it only lasted a minute and a half, I did lose myself in the movements. Dancing was my passion, after all.

When my dance was over, the three judges conferred. I didn't know whether that was a good or a bad sign.

Okay, you may exit the stage right and wait for the next round.

Yes! Thank you!

Elated, I walked off stage where I was led to another room.

There were about fifteen people in there. The girls who knew each other chatted to each other. Some were joking while