Her Purpose

Once upon a time, there was a girl. She wasn’t quite like the other girls that she knew. Her needs and desires were a bit different. The girl was married to a man who was very busy. He had been working on a project for many months now, night and day. He worked through their holiday, on weekends, and sometimes, all through the night.

The girl didn’t want to bother the man. She understood that the projects were important to him and to her and their family, and she did her best to do all the other work in their lives and to keep herself occupied and entertained without bothering him. She did, however, get rather lonely without the attention of the man, since she had a strong need for his attentions, in various ways. As well, she tended to react badly to lots of anxiety in her life. The deals that the man put together created lots of anxiety since they were very complex. This made it rather hard on the girl at times but fortunately she was a cheery sort of girl and she looked on the bright side of life, most of the time.

The man had been working non-stop for weeks on his deal. One day, he came home late in the evening full of information about what had happened that day; the unco-operative and difficult people and all his troubles. The girl began to listen to the man as usual, but as she listened she found that her head was throbbing, her back ached and she was deep in the throes of a panic attack. She was simply unable to listen to the man any more at that time. She told the man that she was sorry but that she needed to be alone for a while. The man went to his study to do more work. He was upset; full of worries and upset about his girl, too.

That same evening, the girl briefly chatted with her mentor on the Internet. She told him that tonight was not a good night to chat as she had a bad headache and she was going to bed. He was sorry about that and he asked the girl why she thought she had a bad headache. She told her mentor about her anxiety and how she was not able to cope.

Her mentor told her that there was a solution to the problem. It was really very easy to solve. The girl was very curious now and she asked him to explain about the solution to her problem that was so easy. The mentor told her that it was her job to distract her man and provide him with some relief from the stress. She should get underneath her owner’s desk and sit quietly and offer her mouth cunt to be used. She explained that her man was very busy. He might now want her to do that. The mentor assured her that he would not reject her. She smiled, and agreed to try.

The girl quietly opened the door of her owner’s study and said that she was sorry for not listening to her owner’s worries. She was a bit overloaded with all the details of the project and all the potential scenarios. The man assured her that he was doing his best and that he had a good plan. He could not guarantee anything but he was close to resolution and would the girl please be patient with him.

She came in front of the man sitting at his desk and bent over and they hugged very tight. She told him what her mentor had suggested she do and she asked if he would like to use her in that way or any other way he chose. The man laughed. The girl smiled. And, the man thanked the girl for such a lovely offer but that right now he had a lot of work to do and calls to make. However, he was very grateful to her for being such a good, submissive girl (in fact, he used her other name; the name of the bimbo that she truly was) and that when he came to bed a bit later he would make very good use of her.

The man and the girl were very happy again. The girl understood that it was her role to ease the pressure of the man. Miraculously, when she did that, the pressure she felt was released, too. The girl only wanted to feel a strong connection to the man and once the reconnection had taken place, she felt a whole girl again. She did not want control. She was not capable of control. She wanted to feel his control.

She was a girl with a strong and loyal owner. Once she felt like the owned girl that she was, she felt healed. Her bad head ache began to disappear. She felt lucky, too, to have such a wise and able mentor to help her in her hour of need. He was helping her to understand that she was an owned girl and how an owned girl behaves. He was helping her to understand her purpose. She was “a pretti, slutti, preshus bimbo dollie”. She understood. He was exactly right.

© Vesta
October2009