Suggestions Lost and Found: A Bimbo Transformation Novella

By Sadie Thatcher

When Maria finds a gold collar, she doesn’t expect it to change her life. She just saw it as a way to ease the burden of paying next month’s rent. But the moment she puts it around her neck, everything changes.

What had once been bad ideas suddenly become good ideas. Maria finds herself completely open to suggestion, changing who she is to her very core. She becomes willing to blow up the life she knew in favor of something far more scandalous.

But just how much will Maria change as she wears the collar? How will Maria handle her new proclivities? Will she ever find stability again? Find out in Suggestions Lost and Found.

This novella is a bimbo transformation story. It is the third book in the Bimbo Collar Series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sadie Thatcher
• Release date: Dec 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215378779

Sadie Thatcher

Sadie Thatcher grew up in a small conservative town (think Footloose). Spending all that time in a sexually repressed place has led Sadie to need to explore her sexuality through prose. Sadie has been a long time writer, but has now become confident enough to share the explorations of her deepest and darkest sexual fantasies. Enjoy.

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Suggestions Lost and Found

SUGGESTIONS LOST AND FOUND

A BIMBO TRANSFORMATION NOVELLA

BIMBO COLLAR

BOOK THREE

SADIE THATCHER

Copyright © 2023 by Sadie Thatcher

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About the Author

Also by Sadie Thatcher

1

W hat a mess, I mumbled to myself. And nobody ever cleans up after themselves.

I looked around at the absolute disaster that was this hotel suite. I knew there had been a party last night. Word spread fast amongst the maids when such a party was scheduled. The problem was we were told far too late and that meant that everybody got stuck with extra work and longer hours.

It was supposed to have been a poker game, but given the condom wrappers strewn about, it looked more like it had been some sort of orgy instead. How depraved must you be to want to participate in a gang bang? It sounded like every man's fantasy to me, but not something I would actually enjoy.

I never understood how women could get roped into that kind of life. I understood it from a financial perspective. Hell, I had been offered money for sex before. Maria Vasquez, curvy Latina, and a total slut, is what I expected them to say. I wasn't a slut. I wasn't anything close to a slut.

Normally I wasn't bothered enough to wear gloves, but based on what I saw, they were needed for this. The last thing I wanted was to be cleaning with my bare hands and finding the aftermath of a bunch of drunk guys having their way with a girl, girls, I didn't even know. I didn't want to know.

And I wondered how the management allowed such debauchery within their hotel. The reputation of such activities couldn't possibly help maintain the classiness of the place.

Oh, I squeaked as I picked up a used condom with my gloved fingers. This was why I wore gloves.

The bathroom was a bit better, at least as far as the mess. There still was plenty of evidence of last night's activities, including a condom wrapper floating in the toilet. I made sure to flush, lest I have to stare at that all day long. And I had no doubt I would spend all day cleaning this one suite. Mr. Smith wouldn't be happy, but the only way to speed this up would be to take the other maids off their routines and bring them here. At least there didn't seem to be any damage anywhere.

After a cursory cleanup of the room, gathering any obvious trash, I stripped the beds completely. Everything in the suite needed washing. The laundry room wouldn't like me, but it was necessary. And when that was done, I moved on to collecting the towels.

Oh, what's this? I said as I caught the glimpse of something shiny hidden under the pile of towels that had been abandoned in front of the television set.

I reached in and pulled it out, holding it up to see. Even before I identified what the object was, I knew what it was made of. It was gold. Likely real gold, by the weight of it. And then it clicked in my mind. This was a collar. I didn't know what its purpose had been, but it had clearly been left behind.

The hotel had a lost and found policy. I knew something this valuable was supposed to be turned in to the management, just in case the owner came calling for it. However, I knew that if I turned it in and the owner didn't claim it, I would never see it again. And as much as I wanted to follow the rules, I also felt put out by the absolute mess the suite had been left in. As far as I saw it, keeping the collar would be payment for cleaning up the mess. And selling it would definitely help me pay next month's rent.

Even though there was no one around and there were no cameras in the rooms, I still looked up and checked the door before I pocketed the collar. It fell perfectly into the deep side pockets of my work pants. Nobody would see a thing.

Oops, I muttered, doing my best to cover up my sin. I hope the owner gets their collar back soon. I laughed nervously after saying that. It was stupid. I was being stupid. But the deed was done. The collar was mine.

I returned to my cleaning, almost forgetting what I had stowed away in my pocket. I was thankful my work uniform