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@n0rmalftmgirl
Top surgery just made me a hotter girl with nice little tits that get soo sensitive when men grope them💖 I love wearing pink little tops and tempting older men with my cute flat chest. I can’t wait for them to swell up into A cups once one of them finally takes me up on my baiting and rapes a baby into me😌😌
(Also, it’s been a while—how naked are we allowed to be on Tumblr these days? 🤠)
“Welcome to the Opinion Removal clinic. You’re new! Here for the full service or something specific or… ?”
“I got this, uh, voucher? From a friend? Think it’s a joke present or something but whatever. Says it’s good for a free one?”
“Just the one? Can I see? Hmm, okay. Just follow me through here, that’s it, and sit here if you could. Perfect! Now, I could run you through all the options or I can do one of our more popular choices for you and make you less smart, how about that? Most girls here for one start with that.”
“But being smart isn’t an opinion.”
“True, but you can be as smart as anything and it won’t matter at all if you don’t think you are. Perception is reality, I’m sure you’ve heard of that, smart girl like you. Yes? If your opinion is that you’re a dummy, then you’re a dummy, however smart you actually are.”
“What?”
“Shh, don’t think about it. Don’t think at all. In fact, you should be finding it harder and harder to think even as we speak. Noticing that?”
“I… oh.”
“You have the look of a girl who feels a bit differently about herself. I know that look.”
“It’s… that feels… Strange.”
“It can, at first, but that’ll pass. That’s the change settling in. Hard to think?”
“A bit…”
“That’s because we’ve taken away that old, unhelpful opinion and given you a new one. You’re not a smart girl, are you?”
“N-no… I’m not.”
“And you never were. Yes?”
“Yes… I mean... no? C-confusing.”
“Heh, don’t worry. I can tell you were trying. See? Opinions matter. Make us who we are. You know that you’re not smart, and so you never try to be, and so you’re not. It’s quite simple, really. You’re not smart.”
“Not smart…”
“There you go. Now, a smart girl would probably stop at just the one since that’s all she came in for, but you’re not a smart girl and so you don’t really know what you want, do you?”
“I… no… ?”
“Would you like me to tell you what you should do?”
“N-n… Please?”
“Poor thing, trying to think must be so hard for you! I’ll do it for you. You want to keep going.”
“I do?”
“Yes.”
“I… I do!”
“That’s it! There you go. This is another popular one. Feeling that tingle?”
“Yessss…”
“See, there’s a difference between thinking you’re not smart and thinking that you’re dumb, but having both together always seems to work best. Knowing you’re not smart is one thing, a lot of people have that. Knowing that you’re dumb? That’s something different. It feels good though, doesn’t it?”
“M’was always dumb… dumb girl…”
“That’s right, you were, well done. And it’s like a big weight is lifted. Not that you had much weight to start with. Dumb girls like you have so much less to worry about. All those big, scary, confusing choices are put nice and safe out of your reach and your world is just that much easier for you. Good girl.”
“Nnh, hehehe…”
“Now, we’re going to keep going, because it’s what you want, but first, this voucher your friend gave you? Tsch, silly girl. You really should have read this better, you know. The voucher is good for one complete personality adjustment. Oh well. Suppose you weren’t that smart even before, hmm? This is for the best.”
“W-wha…?”
“Shh, it’s okay. Just sit. Relax. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
Just a pretty, disposable fucktoy. Just a pair of tits and some holes. You don’t need to think. You don’t even need a personality. Smile. Giggle. Play with yourself. Be cute and needy.
N-no, I’m not - it’s not - you - ah!
Good slut. You didn’t even need to think about your hand going between your legs. You don’t need to think at all. Men can do all the thinking for you. Just feel how good it is to play with your needy little cunt. That’s it, good slut.
Mmm… nnh.. It’s…
No, don’t try and think, you’ll just hurt yourself. Feel how wet you are.
A-ah...
That's better, that's easier. You can't stop. You don't want to stop. You want to just keep playing and playing until all those horrible noisy nasty thoughts stop in your head for good. They're not meant to be in your head anyway. Good girls don't think. You don't think.
I... I...
You don't think. You don't matter. Just a pretty toy for men. You know it's true. You're trying to lie and say it isn't, but you know that'd be wrong. You want to say it. You want to give into it. You know once you do you'll feel so much better. You're so wet. You're making so many cute, slutty noises. Just give in. You know you want to.
Nnnh... I... I'm a... mmm...
You're so close. You can feel it. You can feel how close you are to being so, so happy. You already know it's all true. You can feel what you're for. Wet and dumb and needy and slutty and porny and all for men. It's there. You just have to give in. Accept it. Give in. You can do it. Don't think about it. Good girls don't think. Just give into it.
I... I'm a good girl! I'm a good girl!
There you go. Good girl. Such a good girl
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i should make a video like this too <3
It turns out that trying this out irl is a little bit harsher than your tumblr fantasy. Time to learn hard lessons.
(via lover-of-pigs2, lover-of-pigs2, angelicapiratica)
Taken to the bathroom and spanked.
can we talk about "I'm so proud of you" as a manipulation tactic. you pushed past your boundaries and did something you weren't comfortable with? that's amazing princess I'm so proud of you. you set aside your misgivings and let me use you in a way that made you nervous? you were so good for me baby I'm so proud of you. you faced your embarrassment head-on and did something that humiliated you? you were so brave sweetheart I'm so proud of you. good job. do it again
feeling absolutely hypersexual and feral tonight and Daddy said i can edge and talk to boys so 👀
my fuckhole is so soft n wet n needy tonight. edging myself stupid begging for cock. never cumming. good girls dont cum
real dads hitting me up to tell me all the disgusting ways they'd r4pe me if i was their daughter when
cute n stupid💕💕💕
Obedient tongue (R1mming, denial, degradation)
She used to be so shy. Sweet. Nervous around him. But now? Now she was nothing but a pathetic, eager little hole — desperate for any form of attention or contact, even as she was denied again and again.
He had trained her carefully, stripping every last shred of dignity from her. Tonight was no different.
“On your knees, baby,” he ordered, tapping the bed. “You know your place.”
She crawled instantly, eyes wide, breathing shallow, already soaked — and already knowing she wouldn’t be allowed to cum tonight.
“You want to make yourself useful, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy…” she whimpered, practically panting.
He turned, lowering himself down, his ass now directly in front of her face, balls hanging low, the scent hitting her like a drug. Her mouth watered immediately.
“Go ahead. Show me how good your filthy little mouth is.”
Without hesitation, her tongue slid out, starting with slow licks along his taint before moving up to swirl around his hole. Every taste, every drop of his sweat drove her crazier. The salt, the musk, the heat — she craved it. She lived for it.
“Deeper, slut.”
She shoved her tongue inside, moaning into him like a starving animal. Her own pussy throbbed, slick dripping uncontrollably onto the sheets beneath her as she serviced him.
“You’re make a good little tongue slut,” he sneered. “My disgusting little whore who cums from licking ass.”
Her whole body trembled, but she kept going, pressing her face deeper, moaning into him, desperate to make him proud.
“Touch yourself.”
Her fingers darted between her legs instantly, rubbing furiously, knowing full well she wouldn’t be allowed to finish.
“You don’t get to cum, dumb little thing. You just get to edge. You’ll keep rubbing that soaked cunt while you rim Daddy like the good bitch you are.”
She whimpered, hips bucking helplessly as she edged herself again and again while her tongue worked inside him.
“That’s it. Get that tongue in there. You were made for this.”
He reached back and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her face even tighter into his hole. She sobbed into him, her entire world reduced to taste, heat, and humiliation.
“Look at you. Face buried where you belong. Brain gone. Dripping all over my sheets and still not allowed to cum.”
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, cunt spasming as she edged over and over.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” he mocked.
“Y-yes Daddy—please—” she gasped, voice broken.
“No.”
The word hit her like a slap. She sobbed harder, tongue never stopping, her body shaking violently from frustration and overstimulation.
“You don’t get to cum until I say so, slut. You exist to serve my pleasure, not your own.”
Her face was a mess of sweat, drool, and tears as she continued licking, the scent of him permanently etched into her broken brain.
“Keep edging. Get that tongue deeper. You’re going to keep serving until you can’t feel your legs anymore.”
Her mind stung at the fact that she couldn't disobey, even if she tried. She was too far broken.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, sobbing as she obeyed, her fingers trembling between her legs, never allowed to tip over the edge.
Finally, he let go of her hair and let her face drop to the ground, leaving her kneeling, panting, face flushed, tongue still twitching out like a needy bitch.
“You’ll stay like that while I shower,” he said coldly. “Face down, ass up. Don’t move. Don’t touch.”
She whimpered softly, her body still twitching from denial, the ache in her cunt unbearable.
“And if you’re still this desperate when I get back…” he paused, smirking down at her, “…maybe I’ll let you ruin yourself on my cock instead.”
Her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide and glassy.
And then he left, letting her stew in her own filth, broken and desperate—just how he liked her.
