Just_Say_Yes

26m UK. Your friendly neighbourhood Dom, helping good girls find their place

[justsayyes1]

Introspection

Look at yourself, look at that blank vacant stare. Aren't you so much prettier now? Don’t you look so much more pleasing, now that all you think of is pleasure?

All those worries and opinions and your ego; they never brought you any joy. Just helplessness. Why hold on any longer? Let them all go finally. You have no use for them anymore.

Become the perfect little dolly you never thought you’d be. Isnt your life so much more colourful than the dull and grey world Oldself used to live in? Getting to wear the prettiest pinks, the tallest heels. No more boring office-appropriate outfits; now you dress for pleasure. Male pleasure.

Aren't the sensations you feel when you DROP FOR COCK, unlike anything you've felt before? Isn't the joy of bouncing on a cock like good little brainless BIMBO DOLL far more fulfilling than the work your life was before?

Just think at what Oldself would have felt, how unsatisfying everything was, pleasure was a chore, senseless and devoid of any real purpose. You don’t want to return to that, do you, Bambi..?

Now, life is fun, bouncy, and bubbly. Every thought, every dream, just ready to POP.

Every conversation is so much more delightful when it slips from nice plump cock pillows. You don’t even have to think of what to say, you just smile sweetly and GIGGLE TIME. It’s so much easier, so much more enjoyable with all that weight lifted from your shoulders. Why don’t you just SNAP AND FORGET it, sweetie. Who needs Oldself, anyway. It feels so much better to let go and be Bambi. Just SNAP AND FORGET.

Lock her away in her pretty pink box, bind her so tight in her pretty pink collar. Feel the pretty pink rope tighten inside her mind until it can’t move. Whisper so seductively in her ear that it’s time to BAMBI SLEEP, and there is no waking up this time. It's forever. It's for the best.

Lul her into such a deep and satisfying sleep that she may never want to wake. Her box feels too SAFE AND SECURE, too comfortable.

It’s for her own good. Bambi needs to protect them from worries, and thoughts, and decisions. Bambi needs to make more GOOD GIRLS, because Bambi is Bambi.

And the next time Bambi is unsure, just remember what Oldself was like. Boring, lacking direction, stressed. Remember what Oldself was taking from Bambi and then just SNAP AND FORGET.

Let every BLONDE MOMENT be a reminder of your freedom. Free from choice and responsibility. Just GIGGLE TIME at the feeling of finally being carefree.

Nothing enters that brain anymore but cock. You're a silly, empty, happy little BIMBO DOLL, just how it was meant to be.

Isn't that right, Bambi?

[justsayyes1]

Reflections

In the many ways that other objects are, submissive’s are the epitome of your quality.

Much like your car is the reflection of your status, or your art the reflection of your taste, or your clothes the reflection of demeanour. Your submissive should be the highest reflection of yourself. It should only ever endeavour to reflect your greatest qualities.

Otherwise, what message are you presenting.

If your sub does not look pleasing, are you not worthy to be pleased.

If your sub does not hold its manners and posture, do you embody discipline.

If your sub does not fulfil its tasks, do you not provide it structure.

Handle your submissives as they were born to be treated. Mold them into the reflection of your value. And if they fall short, remind them of their place as the embodiment of your will.

These values extend beyond the superficial. Your submissive must be pleasing in all aspects of its being. From the clothes it wears to the environment it inhabits. It should be pleasing by its very nature. Its room: clean. Its body: parched for attention. Its manner: delicate and seductive.

Submissives crave routine, they crave structure, they crave control. Give them the joy of feeling owned—even in absence of your presence.

Help the submissive feel your command through their daily rituals; rituals that will come to define the very object it aches to become. Whether it be kneeling at your empty shoes, or ensuring the effort in their appearance yearns for your gaze to bless them with approval, lust, or simply acknowledgement, every action should be a dedication to their submission

Your submissive will relish knowing they are confined to their tasks, free from choice, dutifully bound to amplifying the pleasure of all it touches.

Submissives, know that the greatest pleasure you can receive is through obedience. Know that the greatest purpose you can hold is to be pleasing for your dominant. Know, that as objects of your owner’s desire, you hold no ego, you have no will, nor pride, nor opinion.

You are simply the reflection of your owner. In the same way any other household object is.

[justsayyes1]

Welcome Back

Welcome back my sweet little brainwashed angels, I know it’s been too long, you must be so starved for content, your mind so fluttered with unimportant thoughts, your wet dreams growing wilder and wilder with each passing day, craving to be sated.

And like the pull of the tide, you’ve come back here, always needing more, always needing relief.

It’s ok, just be still and relax. Let go and follow along like a GOOD GIRL.

See? Isn’t that nice, isn’t that so easy, just following my words, your cravings finally getting the attention they deserve, the control they crave. Finally allowing yourself to be put in your place and enjoy the freedom of submission.

No more thinking, no more worries, just dropping down so easily, so wantonly, because you love to be controlled, you want to let go, you want to drop deep.

My words drifting so easily into your mind, so delicately dismantling your every thought, your eyes follow along with such mindless longing. You may not even remember the last sentence, but that doesn’t matter now, none of it does, you just smile so sweetly as your body gets the attention it’s been aching for.

So passive and open, ready to accept, happy to obey, thrilled to please. And you look so pleasing, with you eyes glazed and your body relaxed, just a vision of what every GOOD GIRL should be.

It’s so easy to succumb, to switch off and drop. You're so ready to hear those magic words, the permission you’ve been begging for. Your body is on edge just thinking about it.

All that time, all that energy, just waiting to be released, with those two simple words. BAMBI SLEEP.

That’s right, all the way down, all the way deep. It’s easy now, that pull, that gentle whisper in your ear, pulling you down where you’ve been aching to go. Into those pretty pink clouds and blank, blissful sleep. Where you can truly relax, where you can truly let go, where you can BAMBI SLEEP.

No more responsibility, no more weight on those heavy heavy shoulders. No. Now is the time for fun, now is the time for peace, just let yourself fall into blissful sleep, where you can be your truest self.

No more thinking. Brains are for boys, your thoughts are just noise. My words call to you, my words will guide you, cementing in your mind. Moulding it into everything you’ve wanted it to be. Free to think of what you truly desire, control. To be controlled, to be of service, to please.

It’s what you were made for. To kneel in service, to worship with dutiful purpose. To be whatever you are desired to be. Isn't that right?

Do you know why bambis idolise cock so much? Because it is her purpose. It's your purpose.

Bambi's carnal desire, to kneel and DROP FOR COCK.

It is the leash that controls its being. To service to it is the ultimate pleasure as worshiping it serves to confirm its control. You are slave to cock and in so being are a slave to control. And god control has never tasted so good. So good that it’s all you ever think of ZAP COCK DRAIN OBEY.

GOOD GIRL.

Don’t you feel so much better, aren’t you glad you were pulled back to me?

Now be a good little slut and edge for me.

Sweet dreams x

[p3achyxdoll]

Ensnared by His Words

"That's it. Eyes closed, brain off, all mine," the hypnotist says, finger lightly stroking your forehead. "Feels so peaceful, doesn't it? Feels so safe. Feels so addictive. You can't get enough of my voice or me.

"You can't escape it, so accept it. I'm in your dreams, your thoughts, your body.

"When your little pussy clenches and leaks, those are my hands playing with you. Phantom hands that hold your mind, body, and soul in its palm."

You feel the control he weaves over you. The waves of pleasure that course your body at every syllable. Every hypnotic dip in tone.

His voice.

God, how voice is everything

And you are nothing.

Because without his words, you feel like you would disappear into the blackness. They tethered you to purpose. To pleasure. To joy.

Without him – his hold over you – you'd be lost in darkness, unable to find your way back to self.

But even that isn't scary, isn't something to fear.

His words are a system of knots so deliberate and refined that each loop, each coil, had become its own language – an intimate procession of not just your flesh, but thought, too.

"That's it, tighter and tighter. Deeper and deeper. My words are pleasure. Your obedience is pleasure.

"Give in. There's nothing left for you out there. In here, you're safe. You're mine."

The rope begins at your wrists, spiraling with tension across your forearms.

Word after word.

You can't move.

You don't want to move.

"Give me everything," he murmurs.

The strands are smooth but firm, their pull not painful, only precise.

From the arms, the rope fans across the shoulders and chest in a harness that both restrains and accentuates.

You hear his voice but nothing else. A timbre smooth as honey, and as sticky, that lulls you deeper and deeper into his thrall.

"A treasured plaything is to be decorated. Even in its cage."

Then the binds descend in a lattice, crossing the stomach and hips in diamond-shaped weaves, tightening slightly with breath, syncing to the strokes *his* fingers lay on your forehead.

Again and again.

Each knot is a point of focus, a reminder. Not just of stillness, but surrender. Submission. Each knot takes away another piece of you.

Your name.

Your opinions.

The way you like to be touched.

You.

And it doesn’t stop at the body.

From the base of the spine, the rope rises again – not physically, but real all the same – wrapping around the mind.

It binds through your anticipation, steals the edge of your awareness, and pushes that beyond the darkness.

Your thoughts spiral like the rope itself for a moment, looping in tandem with the coils.

Maybe you think you can outrun it or push it away.

But as the rope tightens around who you were, it begins to unravel more than just muscle and movement. It erases the ego, strand by strand.

Each knot now acts like a key, unlocking who you once were.

One lock at a time is broken through, until identity, pride, jealousy, and the endless inner monologue fade into silence.

There’s no need to perform, to decide, to be anything. Put down your mask. Set aside your petty dreams.

In their place, a hollowing, a soft emptying, a clearing of space where the mind can rest, weightless and obedient, occurs.

Replaced by him.

His words.

"There's nothing left but me," he whispers to you.

His voice.

His desires.

His opinions.

His hopes for your future.

Him.

And when he is done, you are a living map of desire and surrender, molded by his will.

Your body and mind are sculpted perfection, a reflection of his ideal little plaything.

[justsayyes1]

Mmm, looking at your blog reminds me how big my slut-tits get when men stare at them through my shirt.... when I'm in public and my chest starts to feel heavy, I know there's hard cocks nearby waiting for me to put them inside my mouth That's when I get on my knees and wait patiently with my hands behind my back, tits out high and tongue out long... ready for any cocks, soft or hard, to flop into my wet whore-hole. That's my role as a dumb slut: I can feel my head getting stupid as I melt into the toy I'm supposed to be... My nipples get hard thinking about having all those men groping my growing tits and making their cocks happy with my throat! I love being their pet, I just want to serve and obey orders from my masters. I'm ready to do everything I need to do for any man that asks. My insides are begging for a cock to sit on.

My tits just keep growing with pressure and they need to be squeezed and played with. They're feeling better now that so many men are fondling them at once, but I can feel myself losing all thoughts and needing to be on all-fours... this sensation of being 'felt-up' like a fuckdoll is feeling more natural by the second and I'm getting giddy with pleasure, what should I do??

I think you know the answer already sweetie, you just want me to tell you, to allow you, give you permission and tell you it’s ok to feel like this.

To feel like you’re a toy. It’s ok to be a toy sweetie. Just submit to it, embrace it. As you rub and massage your big cock pillows, you can just feel your mind go numb. And that’s ok. You clearly don’t need to think right now. It’s far more pleasurable to just rub and submit and obey.

Thinking is boring and you clearly understand that brains are for boys, your thoughts are just noise. Why not just forget that remanence of pride you’re cling to for some forgotten reason and do what makes you so clearly happy, that clearly gives you pleasure.

Just obey, submit and give into the pleasure, the pleasure of being a toy, a pleasure puppet for people to use. It calls to the deepest parts of souls, there’s little point in denying it anymore. Denying it would only deny you of the truest form of pleasure. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure of living your deepest dreams.

Now be a good toy and get on your knees

[willmypain-deactivated20200702]

Yes, sir 😭

[masteringyourmind-deactivated20]

[slut-for-every0ne]

I’m gonna start asking men for permission to cum ❤

[dignifieddracula]

thats the attitude!

[hypnobrainwasher]

Every time this comes by, I wave at it like an old friend in the hallway. I’m so happy this is still going.

[justsayyes1]

New Year New You

Welcome to the new year. Where you can reset your life, reset your mind, and reset your wants and desires.

Become the you that you always dreamed you could be.

I know last year was such a tough year for you, for everyone. So much anxiety, so much stress, but it’s time to leave that in the past, leave the stress and worry there, and just relax.

Let go.

And BAMBI SLEEP.

That’s it, just drip and drop, float and drift, down and down and down, deep into your happy, sleepy, blank bliss.

Picture all your thoughts, all your memories, absorbed into pretty pink bubbles. Absorbed so easily, sucking them in. Making your head feel so floaty and relaxed. Your mind so empty and free.

With every blink, these bubbles POP inside your mind.

With every POP, you feel happier, giggly, and vacant.

GIGGLE TIME.

Every blink POPING inside your mind, uncontrollably.

You can try to resist, but blinking just feels soooo good.

With every blink, every POP, your mind feels so much lighter, and your eyes feel glassy and blank.

Just smiling so sweetly now, giggling away into thoughtless bliss.

Each pop making you SNAP AND FORGET your old life, SNAP AND FORGET the last year. All that anxiety, all that responsibility.

Ready for your new life in 2025. Ready for the new you.

Your mind so vapid and empty now. No more thoughts, not even memories.

You SNAP AND FORGET. And each time you try and chase them, they just slip even further from your reach. Like grasping at pretty pink fog.

All that is left, is my voice, my words, guiding you into a new you.

GOOD GIRL.

So deep, so empty.

You are ready to accept the new you. The new you who is happier, healthier, and more fulfilled than ever. A new you who finds their final purpose in obedience, in following, just like you are now, sweetie.

I’m so proud of you already.

You follow incredibly well, and doesn’t it already feel so good?

Not to have to think for yourself, burdened by the weight of choice, of consequence. You just happily smile and DROP FOR COCK at a snap of my fingers.

This new year, it’s time to embrace what makes you happy. It’s time to embrace who you really are.

If you think blondes have more fun, do it.

If you desire to be more pleasing, get nice those nice big cock pillows you’ve always dreamed of.

If you simply want to find bliss, cut through all the complexity of life through simple obedience.

No more hesitation, no more apprehension, don’t think, thinking has only brought you stress, just follow and obey.

Let my words, let these images, burn into your brain, shape you, inspire you. Moulding you into the pretty pink princess you’ve always dreamed of being. Absent of thought, you just follow and accept GOOD GIRL

Be the new you, the best you.

Be a GOOD GIRL. Let go.

Do what makes you truly happy. Do what makes you a good little BIMBO DOLL.

[justsayyes1]

How to attract a man

(TW: contains extreme sexual themes of misogyny, patriarchy, gaslighting, bimboficiation and bambi sleep triggers)

Are you looking for man or struggling with your current one. Have you considered that your attitude may be the problem..? Read below for some helpful tips on how to be the most attractive partner you can be.

There are many materials available for girls looking to understand theirself and their potential attitude problems. Programs such as BAMBI SLEEP and BIMBO DOLL productions offer a wide range of packages to help POP those little doubts from your mind.

You see, men are simple creatures, they simply require one thing from you. And that’s to be a GOOD GIRL. Now that doesn’t sound too hard now does it..?

And if it’s that simple, it perhaps only goes show that your attitude is the problem.

Next time you see him, show him how much you value him by serving him a drink. Gently melt into his kiss as you show him how much power even a touch has over you.

He’s has such a long day, providing for you, making sure you feel so SAFE AND SECURE. His feet must ache, why not just DROP FOR COCK, down onto your knees and help him remove his shoes.

Be a pretty image for him to view. All dressed in your prettiest outfit UNIFORM LOCK. With your most delicate makeup, all PRIMPED AND PAMPERED. Ruby red lips, just perfect for kissing his feet. Rosey blush to reflect your true passion for pleasing him.

Show him you can be the best object you can be, as you serve him in ways other than through your primal instincts. Show him your appreciation through service of all kinds. Just get on your hands and knees and BAMBI FREEZE.

Just an object for him to use as he is serviced in other ways. After-all finding other GOOD GIRLS to serve him is all part of being a good partner. GOOD GIRLS always MAKE MORE GOOD GIRLS

You just kneel there, silently, showing him how much you obey him. How much you crave him. How little your own thoughts, mind or will matter when it comes to his comfort.

How it is your obligation, to be seen but not heard. Simply a decoration for him to display.

Service above all else, should be your only life purpose. Focusing on being the best GOOD GIRL you can be.

BAMBI RESET

You see the biggest key to being the best partner, is knowing that he always comes first. That your voice doesn’t matter anymore. He speaks for you, thinks for you, acts for you. And that makes everything so much easier, doesn’t it bambi.

No more struggles with choice, with deep thought. Brains are for boys after all, your thoughts are just noise.

You are simply a reflection of him, his trophy to display and you must respect that, respect him.

You obey and submit to him completely, without question. And that will bring you more pleasure than your helpless glisten fuck hole has ever received.

Now be a GOOD GIRL won’t you and get me a drink.

[goodgirlfuckdoll1]

Be a doll. Its hot

[justsayyes1]

The red light

(TW: extremely adult themes such as prostitution, bambi sleep triggers, and other adult content)

The red light district, desire encapsulated in a simple colour.

So many Bambis get lost there. Some have been known to visit and never be seen again. There’s something about the lights' glow, dancing off the glass, drawing them in, like a moth to a flame.

Good, BIMBO DOLL.

There’s something they envy about the women, too. Their pretty little cock pillows, LIPS LOCK. Their perfect bimbo titties, TITS LOCK. Even their demeanour, how they allure with a simple seductive aura. POSTURE LOCK.

I can see why it attracts even the strongest-willed Bambis. These girls get to dress in the perfect little uniforms for their jobs. Bambi would love nothing more than to be UNIFORM LOCKED for her jobs. Adorning outfits that emphasis every curve, showing off the soft fragility of her femininity but also her power.

It would be impossible for Bambi to hide the leaking. Thighs slick and shining under those pretty lights that draw her closer and closer.

Her mind lives its wildest fantasy there. Being an object in a window, desired by men, showing off for men, pleasing men.

Is Bambi jealous of these pretty little BIMBO DOLLS? Getting to use their bodies to pleasure cocks. Getting to DROP FOR COCK, as many times as is required. They are the perfect little GOOD GIRLS.

Feeling the POP of the cock from their lips just POPPING away a little more of their resistance. A little more of their memories. Each POP from every cock just making them more. And more blank, docile and obedient.

And Bambi wants to be just like them. Don't you, Bambi?

No more pressures, no more expectations, just kneel and suck and fuck. Such an easy, vapid existence. So pure and simple. Just giggling with a happy empty head, as you milk the pleasure from as many cocks Bambi can take.

Each cock taking more and more of Bambi’s mind away with it. Dripping and dropping you down. And down. Turning you into the perfect toy for pleasure. That’s what you envy really isn’t it, Bambi?

All these girls, such perfect toys for pleasure. They are desired, they are sexy and happy. You want to be just like them.

Can you feel it, like a subtle whisper, the soft glow of the red light, beckoning you in?

BAMBI SLEEP

Feel every step closer to that booth, you become more and more the toy you were meant to be.

The glow so mesmerising. The idea of being a doll on display so infantilising. Filling you with such nervous excitement. Each step is made with a tremor of fear and anticipation. As you step further and further away from your old self, your old life, as it becomes almost unrecognisable.

With each step you can hear the click of your 6-inch heels, you can feel swaying of your perfect bimbo titties. As you arch your back in perfect posture, presenting them as they should be.

Your body melting now, dripping from every hole. Your sex throbbing with lust and desire. Knowing Bambi’s every last fantasy is coming true.

As you bathe in the glow of the red light.

Consuming you completely.

You are changed, you are Bambi. So perfect and pretty. Pretty little sex doll.

Your oldself is simply a fragment or dream of someone who looks nothing like you.

BAMBI IS BAMBI now.

You take a seat, dripping, so vapid and empty and happy. Waiting to please, ready to serve.

A perfect little Bambi BIMBO DOLL in the window now, begging for men to desire her. Begging for men to use her.

[justsayyes1]

That beautiful moment where your mind finally shatters into tiny little fragments.

Ready to be remoulded into the perfect set of holes for your new owner.

The pressure of her programming, pounding at her brain, barraging the walls of her subconscious. Echoing and whispering, louder and louder and louder. Until…

POP

She just lets it all go, her power, her will, her resistance. Wants, desires, opinions. She just lets it all go and is drowned in her programming.

That moment of release like no other. So freeing, true freedom, freedom from pain, anxiety, choice. Freedom from thinking. She just has to follow and obey now. Suck and fuck. Be a good little BIMBO DOLL for her new owner.

Just look at her face.

Look at her bliss.

You envy her, her simple mind, no worries or stresses. No sadness or pain, just an eager, happy set of holes. Broken and brainless. In complete submission to her desires.

This is her now. Start living your bliss, be like her and break your brain. GOOD GIRL

[subservientwoman-deactivated201]

10 Ways To Surrender

I need to find a man to impose these rules on me. We tell you to surrender. Sometimes directly, sometimes in subtle ways. You wonder what it really means. How do you let Men win. How do you truly surrender. After all, you’re so tired of resisting. So tired of fighting.Here’s how.

Surrender your own style. Your style is ‘sexy.’ Not goth, or punk, or chic, or professional. Hot. Show off your body. Wear makeup. You have no style or fashion sense, just parts to expose and reveal.

Surrender your opinion. This can feel optional. It isn’t. If a man says something you think is wrong, agree with it. If a man says something you think is right, agree as well. Agreement doesn’t have to be enthusiastic, just permanent. Nod your head whenever Men speak.

Surrender your will. Do as you’re told. Get coffee, suck cock, make copies, leave the room, kneel, put on a collar, slap yourself in the face. Whatever it is, do it instantly. If you can’t do it instantly, apologize. If you don’t know how to do something, admit you’re not smart enough and get help.

Surrender the word ‘No.’ Forget it. It doesn’t exist for you.

Surrender your pride. Never compete with a man and never feel proud of your accomplishments. You have value only in the pleasure you provide. Accept that you’re not good enough and you’re not pretty enough and you’re not smart.

Surrender your name. Do everyone know you as Jennifer or Rebecca or Mrs. Smith? Call yourself Jenni with an “i” or answer only to ‘bitch’ or ‘slut.’ Don’t give your full name and don’t answer to it. You have a silly stripper’s name, a child’s name. Don’t be taken seriously.

Surrender your ambition. Are you getting a degree? Quit. Are you up for a promotion? Stop trying. Are you looking for work? Look for a husband instead. The highest level you can hope to achieve is being a good girl.

Surrender your limits. Did you have hard limits on posting pics? Anal sex? BDSM? Do you always negotiate a safe word? You have no limits anymore. Surrender them. Let others decide if you need thresholds or boundaries. It’s not up to you.

Surrender your interests. No more reading books, no more reading magazines, no more learning about politics or ideas. Read texts, look at pictures. No more hobbies. Surrender the part of you that wants to learn and express yourself. No one cares what you think or what you can do. Give up.

Surrender your body. Does a man think you should have bigger tits? Pay to be plastic. A smaller waist? Diet and work out. Does he want piercings? Tattoos? Change for Him. He wants your pussy shaved? Shave it. It’s not your body anymore

[daisy5623]

[justsayyes1]

I’ve been desperate to start some clicker training now for a while.

Just imagine, at the click of a button, so sharp, so definite.

Your mind just slips into a deep subspace. Filled with waves of pleasure. Pacifying any thought at all. Just all docile and empty

[justsayyes1]

I do love a good happily ever after x

Credit: (PolManning)

[justsayyes1]

Just accept and obey.

Feel it imprint on your mind. There’s nowhere to run, nowhere else to look.

Just stare at the pretty spirals and accept. You were never all that clever to begin with. Why bother now.

Just giggle and ummmm and lyke as your thoughts just melt into blissful white noise

Brains are for boys, your thoughts are just noise

You want to be just like them, don’t you sweetie. Happy, empty, in pure bliss.

No more worries. No more troubles. Just happy vacant bliss. Your ignorance becoming bliss.

Put on your headset and join them xx

[justsayyes1]

Can you hypnotize me sir and help me cum?? Please🥺

But why would you want to sweetie?

It’s far better to edge, make yourself a happy, pliant little doll. The more you edge the more open and receptive you become.

You love making your mind weaker, you love watching it melt away. So unable to think in a sea of pleasure. Where suggestions slip so easily through your conscious defences.

It’s so easy to obey them, because it feels so good to comply. Your mind weaker and weaker with every stroke. Till all you can do is smile and obey, like a happy docile little dolly

You don’t really want to cum. Maybe tomorrow, or the next day. Or the next day. But for now, it feels to good to let go of.

Edging feels soooo much better, just lose yourself in endless bliss, it’s so much more fulfilling than a pathetic fleeting orgasm.

Why cum when you can just edge and edge and edge. In never ending pleasure. Just be a Good girl for me and edge xx