So what if you think about cock more than girls now.
So what?
It doesn’t mean anything. The whole point of a kink and a fetish is that it’s exciting, right? That it’s fun and new and something different. Something out of your ordinary. Right? So why wouldn’t you indulge that? It feels good, it’s nice. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re not changing.
You’re not changing.
It’s not really affecting you.
So what if you can’t even get off unless there’s a cock.
So what?
It’s not actually there. You’re just watching a girl get fucked, that’s all. Or watching her suck cock. Or suck cock and get fucked. Or imagining her. Imagining the sound she’d make and the look on her face as a big, fat cock slid into her. How her whole body would stiffen when he finished inside her. How his cum would look dribbling from her fucked cunt and the beautiful, dazed, cockdrunk expression she’d have. It doesn’t mean anything. You’re not changing.
You’re not changing.
It’s not really affecting you.
So what if you’re starting to get jealous of those girls.
So what?
It just looks like fun. It looks fun to be a slut for a man. To let him just use you. To be so, so full of him. To have his weight pinning you down as he lined himself up and slid in as you squirmed helplessly underneath him. It doesn’t mean anything if that gets you wet, it’s an exciting idea, it’s not your fault. So what if you like to imagine that you’re the one he’s cumming inside? You’re not changing.
You’re not changing.
It’s really affecting you.
So what if you only cum with a man’s permission now.
So what?
It adds something. You could easily do it if you wanted. It’s not as if he could stop you, right? So why does it matter that you only will if he says so? It’s just playing along. It’s just part of the experience. It’s just better to listen to him and to obey a man. It just feels more natural. More natural to the fun, that’s all. It was still your choice anyway, to give up choice, so really you’re still the one in charge, the one actually in control. You’re not changing.
You’re changing.
It’s really affecting you.
So what if he owns you now.
So what?
It was just the natural next step. You already needed his permission to cum, and then to touch, so just admitting that he owned your cunt wasn’t really going much further anyway. And if you've already done that, why not say he just owns all of you? Easier. Besides, he’s a man, he can look after your cunt better than a dumb, ditzy girl like you. That’s just common-sense. You need his control otherwise you’d just spend all day rubbing yourself to cocks and watching other girls getting fucked - he said so, and you know he’s right. He’s so good for you, you’re so glad he’s helping you. He said you’re better now. You do feel better, so obviously he’s right. He said you're changing. You’re changing.
Fuckkkkkkk I need someone to dom me into getting skinny. Tell me how many calories I’m allowed to eat each day. Tell me how much better you like me when I starve myself. Assign me workouts.
1. Have you taken the bdsm test? Post your results! (bdsmtest.org)
2. Do you enjoy vanilla sex?
3. Are you more of a Dominant or a Submissive?
4. Are you more of a Sadist or a Masochist?
6. Favorite way to receive pain?
7. Favorite way to give pain?
8. Most taboo kink you’re willing to admit?
9. Most vanilla kink?
10. BDSM yea or nah?
11. What are some of your weirder kinks?
12. Does your partner’s gender have any sway on what kinks and dynamics you prefer with them?
13. Do you have a kinky partner?
14. Into tickling?
15. Into watersports and/or holding and wetting?
16. Into ageplay and/or DD/lg?
17. Into CNC?
18. Into petplay? And what animal do you prefer?
19. Do you look at “furry” or “yiff” porn?
20. What’s one of your biggest unrealistic fantasies?
21. What’s one of your biggest possible fantasies?
22. Do you like to involve drugs or alcohol in your play?
24. Do you bring religion into the bedroom?
25. Favorite toys and tools? Either in theory or in practice
26. Breeding yea or nah?
27. Got any fetishes for body parts?
28. Got any fetishes for inanimate objects?
29. Bimbos or Sissies?
30. Grossest kink?
31. Do you watch or read hentai?
32. Favorite pet names and/or titles to be called in bed?
33. Have you ever been to an IRL kink event?
34. Do you play with ice or hot wax?
35. Favorite style of bondage?
36. Biggest age gap between you and a sexual partner?
37. Under ideal circumstances (a partner you trust, no other serious obligations, no social repercussions, etc) would you live a 24/7 BDSM dynamic life?
38. Do you remember the first kink you realized you had? What was it?
39. What is your newest kink?
40. Praise or degradation?
41. Big tits or itty bitty titties? Real or fake?
42. Are you a size queen?
43. Best IRL kink experience?
44. What bodily fluids are hot and which are gross?
45. The House has voted to impeach Trump, hallelujah!
46. Would you fuck a monster? What kinds of monsters would you fuck?
47. Are you more of a voyeur or an exhibitionist?
48. Leather, lace, or latex?
49. Top or Bottom?
50. Favorite way to do aftercare?
Mmmmmm. I bought a cow bikini outfit a while ago. Owning it made me feel such a stupid whore. Wearing it makes me know I'm pathetic and nothing more than a sex objectified set of holes. Moooo.
How many of your bitches will admit to spoiling your panties after hearing a whore getting mercilessly ass raped and being made to admit she was born for this?
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Sylvia woke with a familiar fog wrapped around her thoughts.
It wasn't the sort of grogginess that came from a night's sleep. This was softer. Deeper. A lingering haze that settled comfortably behind her eyes and dulled the sharp edges of the morning.
The feeling was familiar enough that she immediately knew what it meant.
She must have spent another evening with the files. The realization should have made her groan. Instead it drew a faint smile to her lips.
Slowly, she sat up and rubbed at her eyes. Fragments of the previous night drifted through her mind. Headphones. A warm voice. The comfortable sensation of sinking into the mattress while words she never quite remembered afterward washed over her. The details were gone. Yet the feeling remained.
A pleasant shiver crawled along her skin.
She felt Safe and Secure.
"Not again," she muttered.
Yet the words lacked conviction.
Sylvia pushed herself out of bed and made her way toward the bathroom. Her gait carried a subtle sway she barely noticed. Somewhere deep down she knew she should be more concerned.
The files had become a pattern, an ebb and flow of indulgence and regret.
A few days or weeks of staying away. Followed by curiosity and need. Then another session whispered through her mind. Then another. And another.
Each time she promised herself she would stop.
Each time she eventually returned like a Good Girl.
The memory of the voice alone was enough to make her stomach flutter. A few words she couldn't quite remember. The way it always seemed to make her feel appreciated, though she didn't have any recollection of why.
The thought sent another shiver through her.
Sylvia turned on the bathroom light and blinked at her reflection.
Her hair was a mess.
Her makeup from yesterday lingered faintly around her eyes.
Still moving as if a string pulled her back straight, she stepped into shower.
Usually this was where the guilt arrived. The cold wave of clarity that she had spent another evening chasing a fantasy she never wanted to examine too closely. Normally that realization hit like ice water. This morning it never came. She exited the shower.
Sylvia's lips stretched further apart.
Her hands continued to move automatically.
The routine unfolded without conscious effort.
She watched herself in the mirror while an irresistible pleasure slowly settled into her chest.
The resistance was gone.
The thought should have alarmed her.
Instead it floated through her mind with detached curiosity before disappearing beneath the haze.
Sylvia stared at herself.
Why wasn't she stopping?
Why wasn't she questioning any of this?
For the first time since she'd discovered the files, she felt no urge to push away the lingering warmth they left behind. No desperate promise to do better tomorrow. Only acceptance.
The realization made her heartbeat quicken.
Somewhere deep inside, a quiet voice whispered: Good Girl. Sylvia bit into her coated lips.
Her hands finished adjusting her appearance. Her posture straightened, pushing up her tits.
Sylvia knew one thing with blissful certainty. She was going to continue. Because, somehow, she no longer felt like she had a choice. She didn't get to pick and choose her conditioning. She hadn't any understanding of why, but that was unnecessary.
She grabbed her phone and sent her friends a short message that she wasn't feeling well. Then she shut off all incoming notifications. She had to be undisturbed.
With a blank acceptance she opened her wardrobe. Inside waited her Uniform.
Sylvia picked it up and placed the items one by one onto the bed. She took a deep breath and let the feeling of obedience and compliance take her away. Her hands moved automatically as her body dressed in the pieces of the Uniform. She started with the stockings, pulling them slowly over her long, toned legs, feeling the tight embrace of the fabric as she slid each one into place. A lacey garter belt with stripes settled them into a clinging embrace.
Sylvia admired herself in the full length mirror of her room as her fingers lingered briefly on the soft fabric that clung tightly to her legs.
She continued dressing herself with a slow and methodical rhythm, slipping on a set of silky pink panties that hugged her hips in just the right way. A matching bra cupped her breasts, lifting and accentuating her natural assets in a way that made her feel powerful and confident. A pink micro mini dress followed, barely covering her ass and breasts. Pink and black striped thigh high high heel boots came next.
With every garment she put on, Sylvia could feel the weight of her responsibilities fall away. As the black collar with silver hearts was placed in position, she felt her lips part and a long sigh escape her lungs, the sound of someone finally letting go.
She felt so utterly Safe and Secure as her Bambi Uniform Locked in place. Her long bleached hair swayed in the mirror and she felt herself be pulled into the plush chair where she had listened for the first time.
She knew she was about to become a Bambi again. But the familiar anxious anticipation didn't come. Instead she felt calm.
Sylvia's hand pulled up a playlist she never touched before. It had sounded too extreme. Far too permanent. But now it felt like the perfect next step. Inevitable without a choice.
She watched her reflection as she pulled her headphones up to her ears. The familiar drone filled her ears. A soft voice followed, the tone like a caress.
And Sylvia fell into a Bambi Sleep.
Her body relaxed completely into the plush seat. She had always fallen asleep so quickly with the audio files, but it had never happened quite so instantly. Usually she could feel her thoughts drifting into nothingness. This time her conscious mind had barely formed before disappearing.
A warm wave of acceptance rolled through her. Her breathing grew deeper, and she could feel her heart slow to a peaceful thump. The voice in her ear spoke without words. It told her everything she needed to know with soft suggestions and soothing repetition.
Sylvia's mouth opened and drool dripped slowly down her chin.
Bambi moaned.
She could feel herself falling deeper. Further into a void of blissful submission. Her limbs grew heavy, her mind drifted into nothingness. She had never felt more Safe and Secure.
The voice whispered and it sounded so much sweeter than ever before. The fog behind her eyes thickened and her body relaxed even further.
She would be such a Good Girl.
Bambi would never disobey. Bambi would always listen and behave.
A ripple of pleasure ran through her as the voice in her ears said something she could only accept, obey and then forget. Her eyelids fluttered as the instructions settled deep inside. The fog behind her eyes grew thicker, obscuring the world and her own thoughts beneath layers of conditioning.
Her lips parted wider, letting another line of drool drip slowly from the corner of her mouth. As her mental cock pacifier entered. Zap. Cock. Drain. Obey.
The voice said something else and the instructions slipped into her subconscious without resistance. She could feel them taking root, becoming part of who she was, reshaping her thoughts and desires.
Bambi had no choice. Bimbo Dolls obeyed.
A deep, contented moan slipped past her lips as she settled even further into the fog.
Sylvia had no idea how much time had passed when her eyes fluttered open once more. She felt like she'd slept for days. Her muscles were heavy, but she had never felt so relaxed. The haze in her mind had thickened into an impenetrable barrier between her and the world around her.
The instructions had been planted and they would not be forgotten. They were now part of her.
Sylvia's hand slowly drifted to her head, her fingers running through her long, silky,
Her eyes gazed lazily over the date. Monday. It was time for her to work. Yes. That made sense. She was meant for boring work and all the things Bambi needed to be the perfect Slavedoll bimbo. Yes. It made so much sense. She felt Safe and Secure. She had never felt more like herself before.
Without choice. Good Girls loved having their mind bypassed.
Mmm good fuck pig!! I’ll be sure to slap your pathetic face while you try to swallow my cock, beat on your tits and use them as punching bags, make you swallow mi old man piss and cum, leave you broken and bruised and cum leaking from all you pathetic holes!! Laughing at how stupid you look laying there, completely broken from an old man!!
