Chapter 18: A New Depth

Randi giggled as she flipped through a fashion magazine, her eyes glazing over the glossy pages filled with pictures of models and celebrities. Her mind, now reduced to that of a silly, obedient bimbo, couldn’t comprehend much beyond the shiny images and bold headlines. She had no memory of her past life, no recollection of Tom or her old name. Her world revolved around Vishal, her master, her owner, her everything.

When the package arrived containing the divorce documents, Randi looked at them, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Like, what are these, Vishal? I don’t, like, understand what they say.”

Vishal took the documents from her, his eyes scanning the legal jargon. He smiled, his voice reassuring. “Don’t worry about it, Randi. I’ll take care of it. You don’t need to bother your pretty little head with this stuff.”

Randi giggled, her eyes shining with trust and adoration. “Like, oh my gosh, thank you, Vishal! You’re, like, the bestest ever!”

Vishal signed the documents on Randi’s behalf, sealing her fate and ensuring that her old life was truly and completely forsaken. He mailed them back, a smug smile playing on his lips as he imagined Tom’s reaction to the signed papers.

Just as he was finishing up, his phone rang. It was one of his friends, the one who had been particularly enthusiastic about Randi’s transformation. Vishal answered the call, his voice casual and confident. “Hello?”

His friend hesitated for a moment, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and worry. “Vishal, hey, it’s me. I was, uh, wondering something. About Randi.”

Vishal raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? What about her?”

His friend paused again, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Well, you know, she’s your pet, right? And she’s, like, totally obedient and stuff. I was just thinking, like, do you think she would actually let a dog, you know, fuck her?”

Vishal’s eyes widened in surprise, but a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. The idea was depraved, disgusting, and utterly thrilling. It would be the ultimate test of his control over Randi, the final proof of her complete and utter submission.

“You know what?” Vishal said, his voice filled with a dark excitement. “I think she would. I think she would do anything I told her to do. She’s that obedient, that devoted to me.”

His friend laughed, his voice filled with a mix of relief and anticipation. “Dude, that’s insane. I can’t believe you’ve actually done it. You’ve created the perfect bimbo pet.”

Vishal smiled, his pride and triumph evident in his voice. “I know, right? She’s fucking perfect. And yeah, I think she’d do it. I think she’d let a dog fuck her if I told her to.”

His friend’s voice grew more eager, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Okay, okay, so when can we do this? I want to see it. I want to watch her do it.”

Vishal thought for a moment, his mind racing with the logistics and the thrill of the challenge. “Give me a few days to set it up. I need to find the right, uh, ‘participant’ for our little experiment. But yeah, man, consider it done. I’ll make it happen.”

As he hung up the phone, Vishal looked over at Randi, her giggling, vacant form sprawled out on the couch. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation. He knew that this would be the ultimate test, the final proof of his complete and utter control over her. And he was more than ready to see just how far she would go to please him, to obey him, to be his perfect, obedient pet.