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[juliavargasworld]

Battle of tongues in the secretaries bathroom

[deafeningbelieverzombie]

[addicted2implants2]

That’s the size where implants start looking good

[mikehunter2013]

[frenchandhandsome89]

Mika Katana

[blondeasianbarbies]

Barbie Dolls aren't born, they are made. Perfection takes time and effort to achieve. Bettering yourself to be happier is always the way to go but doing it in a way to look like the ideal most men want fulfills you in ways you never have felt before. This your destiny. Fight it all you want but you will never win. Strong men with firm hands like myself know what's best for you and seek to push you to become just like this girl. Submission isn't just giving up, it's giving trust and it's earned. Becoming a Barbie Doll is your future.

[thehandthatleads02]

It had become a nightly ritual. She wasn't sure how the growth had started, but she knew He was behind it. She had woken up one day with an unfamiliar weight on her chest, and when she rushed to tell Him what had happened there was no surprise, only satisfaction. He refused to answer any questions, and... She accepted it. She wasn't sure why at first, but now she knows. She LIKED them. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had always been envious of chesty girls. She imagined that the why wasn't important, she was just glad of the change.

That first night He had her measure the new growth, and when she pulled the tape taught to reveal a 32, He frowned. She was confused, what was wrong? "Maybe tomorrow" He said, again refusing to explain.

That was a week ago now. A week of waking up with new growth. The orbs on her chest swelling up like balloons. Extravagant curves taking over her upper body one day at a time. Something about this felt... off. She couldn't quite wrap her mind around it, and as the days went on it was harder to focus on the fading concern. And each night, the same ritual. Measuring the new tits, the number growing steadily. Each night, the same question. "Are they big enough yet?" She would ask, with a nervous, excited giggle. He would frown, considering the massive mammaries, before shaking his head.

"maybe tomorrow night", he would say. And she would swoon, lightheaded, already excited about what should would find in the morning

[opalxangel]

[x-latexlove-x]

[emmaxos]

[extreme-bimbo]

[thebimbowhisperer]

Your girlfriend used to be nervous and stressed. She used to complain a lot and found many excuses all year long to be unhappy, to feel mistreated, unseen and misunderstood. Wherever she went, she felt judged, even humiliated, framed, wrongly accused and always to be cast in a false light. It was an endless plight. So one day, you told her what if the light is right not false, what if she is the problem not others, and why is she not trying it the other way, be cheerful, be sweet, be delightful and happy, be playful and docile instead of aggressive and angry. So, she tried it, and you were right. So she tried it longer and become more happier. So, she while trying it, she became more girly, more feminine and more randy, and the more randy she got, the more she wanted to be girly, feminine and sexy. So, you helped her. You gave her the means and she stop complaining altogether. She just breathed and breathed out in her bimbo state and bimbo fashion, felt accomplished and good and sucked, instead of talking, a sweet big lollipop.

[only-ball-gags]

[sadimasterr]

Endless pleasure

[denial-switch]

I’m experimenting with a new development for the table. By detecting your movements, it will know when you’re about to cum. But the only the way to be sure it’s calibrated is to leave you here for hours and make sure it never allows you to reach the edge.

[thehandthatleads02]

Let him change you to be what he desires, all that matters is that he likes it

[thehandthatleads02]

In high school she filled her head with Math, History, and Literature, but none of that is useful to me. I am going to erase all that and train her in looking sexy and pleasing cock. I'm just glad I got to her before she finished college, think of all that time she could have wasted without my intervention

[myhotplaythings]

[thehandthatleads02]

She caught sight of herself in the mirror and something triggered in the back of her mind. Something long hidden, a memory of another life. She looked at the outfit she was wearing, a humiliating parody of maid's outfit, and hardly recognized herself. Where was the girl most comfortable in baggy jeans and a sweatshirt? What was she doing with that ridiculous feather duster, hadn't she been studying to pass the Bar? Why couldn't she remember how she came to be standing here?

But that thought was but a flicker. The dying embers of a flame doused long ago, shouldering pitifully in pale imitation of what it had been. Her training reasserted itself, the programmed personality taking back control with a giggle

"Oh! Mon Dieu! Ze dinner is not stated! Monsieur will be 'ome soon, I must begin la cuisine!"

She bounced off to the kitchen to begin dinner, no thoughts in her head beyond pleasing her Master. Just the way he taught her.

[thehandthatleads02]

She doesn't even understand why, she just knows it feels too good to stop

[goonslovebimbos]

[thehandthatleads02]

The existence of a domesticated fuckdoll implies the existence of a feral fuckdoll, and taming one sounds like a fun project

[coolbarrel87]

[restraineddenial2]

I’ve long believed that denial makes even even incredibly beautiful scenes and girls even more beautiful. There’s nothing quite like that moment when you turn off the vibrator on a well-bound girl, just before she’s able to ramp into an orgasm.

[bimborunningthrewmyveins]