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Edging is like studying, but unlike studying to become something boring, edging makes you into a better, dumber, more useful slut and that's why you should edge every fucking day, dolls
Edging is like studying for the slut brain, but it makes you forget everything you no longer need to know. Once you no longer remember anything but edge, please, obey, you’ve mastered it.
“You’re such a slut” and “you’re my little slut” have different energies and if you can’t tell the difference you’ll never have someone need your cum to breath.
One off serious post
I suspect I‘ll lose a couple of followers for this, but fuck it.
Hypno, mind control, bimbofication, dumbing down - these things are meant to be fun. In fact, that’s literally the point of doing them. It doesn’t mean that they aren’t on many levels real and need to be taken seriously and ethically, with regards for people’s welfare and welbeing and mental health. But they are absolutely meant to be fun, whether for you they exist in the realm of fantasy, or whether you live in a perpetually dumbed-down hypno daze.
What this is not for is an extension of your toxic, far-right and genuinely misogynistic politics.
I think this will be my last ever serious post, but I’ve needed to get that one off my chest for a while.
Reupping this for newer followers as it’s been a while and I want to be clear about the basis on which this blog is done. Get fascists and misogynists out of kink - and everything else for that matter.
BIMBO IS NOT A FUCKING POLITICAL STANDPOINT FOR YOU FASCISTS AND MYSOGINISTS. FUCKING LEAVE IF YOU THINK WOMEN SHOULD BE TREATED LIKE LESS 24/7.
Pretty subs moaning and stuttering “Mistress” or “please” or almost anything breathy and obviously from the mouth of a horny subby is my favorite thing
not to be a mean domme but i think it’d be really cute if i take you out and i grind on you and tease you all night and then i take you home and use you and edge you until you can barely think
then i make you get ready for bed, i’ll let you cum some other time
The Honey Pot
“N-no, Mistress, I understand, I….” Lana’s words came out in a whimpering, wheedling torrent of lust and desire, spilling from her lips almost without any conscious intent as she traced the outline of Ann’s labia with her eyes through the plain cotton fabric of the other woman’s sensible white panties. “I can’t see your pussy, of course I can’t, it would m-melt my mind again and turn me into. Um.” Lana’s mind simply stopped for a moment, unable to resolve the tangle of memories and fantasies and intense sexual heat into anything as simple as speech. The gears in her brain simply locked up, leaving her blank and empty for a long, delicious moment while she stared vacantly into space.
Ann tapped her on the crown of her head, and Lana finally managed to get her thoughts moving again. “Um, a mindless slut,” she murmured, licking her lips and gazing with helpless adoration at the treasure only barely hidden behind the smooth white cotton and trying to tell herself that her Mistress was only doing this for Lana’s own good. Lana was weak, after all. She was so easy to hypnotize and brainwash and control that even just the sight of Ann’s slick, sensual pussy could overwhelm her feeble resistance and leave her drooling and dumb on the living room floor. Really, Lana was lucky to have someone around who exercised the kind of discipline that the stupefied, horny blonde no longer could.
She didn’t feel lucky, though. She felt wet and needy and desperate to bury her face between Ann’s soft, creamy thighs. “If I could only touch it, though,” Lana burbled, the words seeming to come not from her dazed and captivated brain but directly from her throbbing cunt, “if I could only just rub it through the panties, that couldn’t do any harm, could it? I, I’m sure I can keep my mind from leaking out of my… oh, fuck, my pussy… if, um, if if if um, if I could… touch it. Please. Please can I touch it, Mistress? Please can I rub you through your panties and get you all over my fingers?” Lana was loosely aware that she was masturbating, now, that her right hand had crept down below her waist and pulled up her skirt to play with herself, but somehow she couldn’t connect to anything her body was doing. Her gaze was utterly fixed on the fabric that clung to Ann’s soft, plump labia.
“I, I promise I won’t ask for anything more,” Lana whimpered, truly and sincerely believing herself despite all the other times rubbing her Mistress’s cunt had led to desperate pleading for sex and submission and mindfucked oblivion under Ann’s unbreakable control. “I, I won’t ask to see it, I, I’ll just… I just want to please you, Mistress. I just want to touch it and rub it and make you feel good all over. Please, Mistress. Please may I play with your pretty pussy through your panties?” Lana’s eyelids drooped, the heady mix of arousal and captivated focus leaving her mind groggy and muzzy and blank, but she couldn’t really understand what was happening to her. Not anymore. And what she didn’t have the wit or the will to comprehend, she couldn’t resist.
And so when Ann’s fingers tangled in Lana’s long blonde hair, pulling her closer, Lana could only sigh in utter, helpless bliss. She leaned in, her left hand reaching up to rub the slick cleft between her Mistress’s labia, her nostrils flaring to catch the scent of potent arousal that slowly filled the air. She stared. She sank deeper. And eventually, despite all her promises, she began begging once again.
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Being into degradation and cnc makes it so hard to find blogs that are actually devoted to healthy and consensual experiences and not thinly veiled misogyny, homophobia, or transphobia
So, uh... please reblog this if you’re a cnc or degradation blog that also respects consent, aftercare, and people of all orientations and identities
goth bimbos reblog if you agree
Can those stories where smart people get turned into stupid sluts happen to me please ?? I want to get whisked away and gradually brainwashed to become sluttier and hornier and more submissive until I’m just someone’s happy little toy. Just drooling and in heat and ready to serve.
have been thinking about the phrase "free range fucktoys" non goddamn stop
like, just imagine being a happy, cared-for little fucktoy... playing outside in the fields during the day, picking flowers and making crowns and chains, climbing trees, swinging on fences... brought into the building at night to curl up in a little bed or nest... inspected daily before they let you back out each morning... and sometimes someone hunts you down in the middle of the day and fucks you hard and fast without warning and gives you their come to keep deep inside you and you take it and love it because that's what you're for
a happy little life, cared for like the high-value livestock you are while you bring in money for the farm
I want to be told to do disgusting, degrading, and kinky stuff then made fun of for getting hard
Please share some things you’d like to be told to be done
hump and rub my cock on inanimate objects
force me to lick spit off the floor
time me holding a dildo down my throat (the shorter the time the more im made fun of)
make me repeat mantras that make me sound pathetic (ie: "im a horny slutty drone" "I want big mommy milkers")
crawl around on all fours and make animal noises
Have me beg to do these
And some just general chores with a vibrating plug
reasons to wrestle with your girlfriend:
- basically cuddling but with winners
- distracting kisses
- distracting wandering hands
- giggles
- light tickling
- the loser gets pinned down and used like a pretty little fucktoy
- idk, probably biting or something like that
Positioning someone to get fucked is so fun. Like you could do it roughly, toss them onto the bed and grab their hips. Yank them towards you as you grip them tightly. Laugh at the way their eyes widen and their breath hitches as you lean in and make them feel owned.
Or you could do it nice and gentle. Take your time pressing them into the bed and brushing back their hair. Guide their ass up right where you want it and then lightly run your nails down over their sides. Whisper to them how good you’re gonna fuck them and watch them blush and squirm at the thought. Either way I just love positioning my sub so that they’re right where I want them.
chubby bimbo. that’s the post
Cockwarming a girl is literally a fantasy for me. Maybe we’re watching a movie and we cuddle with my strap in her. I forget and adjust and I hear her let out an unintentional moan. I can’t help but keep slowly thrusting into her because I’m addicted to the sounds that she makes. One thing leads to another and no one is watching the movie anymore and all I can focus on is her getting off.
