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I wanna thank chaos-doll so much for advice she gave me. I had a disagreement with a Man, she reminded me "ultimately it is true, he's a Man and he's right"; I apologized, agreed he’s right and he got so happy! It all feels much better and right this way!
Love your collar, love your leash.
Your collar is the symbol of your man`s ownership over you and your body. Your leash is the symbol of his leadership and your following. Wear them proudly - they show the world that you are a modern girl, that you are smart enough to let men take charge.
Only feminists make their own choices, and you definitely don`t want to be that antiquated. Modern girls let all the stressful decision-making and planning be done by man. Just bath in your happy, stress less bliss and follow the tug on your leash. We modern girls should never worry our pretty little heads. We just defer any problem or difficult situation to a man, let him sort it out and then follow his instructions.
So don`t stress, just nod and say yes.
I like, just realized with the help of my trainer another valuable use of colors and leashes: they help prevent bimbos from getting lost! And I get lost, like, all the time!
My orgasms belong to my trainer now. Silly bimbos can’t, like, use them right anyway. I’m smiling so big because it makes me so happy. I’m so grateful Sir spends time on me.
Like, hi, my name is Tits, and I need bigger, better bolt-on bimbo breasts!
So it’s been, like, way too long since I posted anything here at all, and I feel bad about that, but sometimes it’s just, like, so hard to have energy to do it. Putting down the words in a way people like is, like, pretty hard most of the time? But I’m going to work on posting here regularly, even if it doesn’t end up being super often. Consistence is totally important too!
Anyway, the reason for, like, the title of this post is my trainer messaged me at work today with a super sexy pic of an awesome bimbo who’s top had “Hi! My name is TITS!” written on it, and I was like, “Tits has a nice ring to it.” And my trainer eventually decided it would make a good nickname for me, so that’s what it is now! He also helped remind me to be a better bimbo, I need big bolt-ons, which I’m definitely going to get one day. They’re just so expensive, and I’ve been struggling to get enough work lately, so it’s hard to save up.
Speaking of work, since I was able to talk with my trainer while I was on break (I had a ditz moment and messed up by parting reply by walking into a cellular dead zone while still typing), I went back to work bubbly and exited about tits and being Tits, so I ended up spending the second half of the day driving a hot pink virtual car with TTS as the license plate. If wanted it to say TITS, but that wouldn’t have been professional so i couldn’t. Which like, sucks, but I’m not going to argue with the rules the guys in charge at work make.
Anyway that was like a bunch of words, but I’m trying to make up for not posting for so long, so, I dunno! I hope I it was fun to read, or at least was kinda cute!
So I had kind of a rough day yesterday, and fell asleep kinda early and didn’t get some stuff I wanted to do done. When I woke up not long ago, I was super horny so I just started touching myself and edging not even fantasizing about anything in particular, just enjoying the feeling! And since it’d been awhile since I posted anything here, well, why not that?
After my trainer saw my reblog of the cow girl, he decided I should try out being one too. I mooed for him a few times, among other things, but he capped it off with having me edge while I fantasized about being a bull man’s cowslut, and it was super hot.The idea of being a big-titted cowsult and being owned and used by a big, powerful bull man, him just bending me over the stall door and taking me, was incredible. I should fantasize about such things again some time.
nerf thisssssssssssmmm…
commissions open!
When I play overwatch I mainly play healers, because I love serving and supporting people, but being a tank and soaking up damage can be fun to and when I tank I do it as D.va! The ideas this implies make me more than a little melty inside. I really like the way she trails off!
I feel bad I haven’t been blogging any lately, as my trainer pointed out to me. I guess the only thing bouncing around in my mostly-empty head right now is how nice having big fake tits would be! They’re a little expensive, and surgery has risks and stuff but the more time goes on, the more appealing they are. Maybe they’ll happen, maybe they won’t, and they’re probably along way off for lots of reasons, but if I do get some, I’ll be very proud of myself for getting bolt-ons, which are such an important part of being a bimbo!
I repeated the phrase “I want bolt-on bimbo breasts” out loud 10 times just now and I am so very, very horny. I was supposed to do it 20 but there was no way I could keep going without an orgasm after 10, saying it out loud was just so amazingly hot!
This one is aspirational on a different level. The idea of going on long trail runs in just booty shorts and a sports bra feels well beyond me at the moment, but with work and some luck I think I’d be up to it. There aren’t any super long trails where I live, but there are a few that are a mile or two long I could run up and down. Still in the future, but definitely something I’ll think about.
I’m looking in to starting to work out more often and more regularly, and I’m poking around for inspiration and the like. Her outfit and pose here strike me as very bimbo-appropriate; ass up in yoga pants, top riding up, bright pink sneakers. Oh, and she‘s bleach blonde, too. Something of a longer-term aspiration for me, I think.
Because I’m a ditzy bimbo
Bolt on bimbo tits make ditzy bimbos happy! Bolt-on bimbo tits make ditzy bimbos horny! Bolt-on bimbo tits make ditzy bimbos needy! Bolt-on bimbo tits are what every ditzy bimbo needs!
So I naturally have small breasts, and while there are up sides its very frustrating because that’s not a very bimbo sort of thing! I mean, there’s more to being a bimbo than having big boobs, but they help. And I think they’d make me feel sexier too! And while having money for potential breast augmentation is still kind of a ways off for me, I’m not sure how I want the potential results to look, exactly.
Specifically, do I want obviously fake bolt-ons, or mostly natural looking breasts? The former is sluttier and I love the term “bolt-ons”, and being able to talk about my bolt-ons would be super hot, but the latter is prettier and sometimes being pretty and balanced looking is nice. I dunno. It’s hard to tell! I guess it’s not something I need to worry about yet, but I probably will someday and, like, that kinda sucks, you know?
Ditz post time!
I had a job interview last Friday, at a place I’ve worked before and takes like half an hour to walk to. But I miscalculated exactly how long it would take and left almost 10 minutes later than I should have. I had to take a shortcut I’d never tried before to get there on time! At least it worked.
I had some friends over on Saturday, and totally messed up what time they were supposed to come over. I was busy painting my nails when the arrived with the food I was supposed to help cook in the new kitchen here! They weren’t mad or anything but they did get a chuckle out of me being frantic for a few minutes at first!
Yesterday I did something I should probably make a note of every time it happens, though this time it happened super bad. I left my tea alone and it cooled 3 times before I finally remembered to take it with me when it was done! Heat, forget, reheat, forget, reheat, forget, reheat and finally take! At least it was a tea that reheated okay!
Sir has been making me edge, and I am forbidden to cum. Its so hot, and turns me on so much. Being ordered around sexually, having my ability to orgasm totally controlled by a Man, the commanding way sir talks, all that on its own is really hot, even more so taken together. Its the helplessness that really drives home how good it feels, how much fun it is. I could cum if I wanted, nothing is physically stopping me. But I’m not allowed, and therefore I won’t, because I’m a good, obedient pet and helpless to resist that.
I am very, very horny and totally at the mercy of sir. And that is hot, and makes me more horny. It’s an unending cycle of growth or arousal, and I love it!
Ditz moments update!
As I mentioned earlier, I’m being trained to be a better bimbo pet girl. Sir has another toy who has a lewd tumblr, and I went to follow it the other day, but accidentally followed it on my main blog. That was super embarrassing.
Last week, I managed to total mangle my phone number on a job application. It ended up being okay because they mostly contacted by email but like, wow, that was dumb and ditzy of me not to double check!
Last night, I was trying to turn the TV off, and it wasn’t working, and my housemate who always calls out my ditz moments pointed out I was holding it pointed backward. She got a giggle out of that one.
And just now, I asked my trainer if he wanted me doing a thing I’ve been doing, but don’t recall ever being told to do. He did, and gently reminded me he had, in fact, told me to do it.
I just spent the past hour edging, because my trainer told me to. It was really hot, even if I almost orgasmed midway and at the end. I’m so grateful to him for putting effort in to this dumb pet.
All the edging made me hazy and I forgot dumb pets don’t get opinions. I obey sir because I’m a good girl and a dumb pet. He orders and I obey. I edged and I edged because he told me too and it felt so good and I’m so glad he’s around to play with me and teach me.
