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@sissvictoria
In exchange for getting her boobs done, you asked her to stop working, and for the nose job, she needed to accept your name, and for her monthly lip upgrade, she has to keep herself wet and ready to go all the time. Sometimes, you have the feeling she got the best sides of it all, for she smiles happily ever after. But then why are you happy, too. Life is better now. You've created a man-made paradise just for yourself with a priceless trophy wife.
She always kept it hidden, her desires, bottled up, invisible to see for everyone. In the night however, in her bed, she got her release, her rubbing, her edging, her frustrating increasing arousal with every day more. She was hurting. She was in pain. It became too strong her to hide her true life, her true style, her truth and sex core.
There she was, pretending she was not one of these girls. There she rubbed, pretending not to fulfill a cliché. There she edged, pretending not to want it all. Pretending not to want the look, the attention, the recognition.
However, with every day more she understood, she is one of them, she is one of these girls, one of these tarts, one of these cheap looking sluts, one of these beautiful sex dolls, one of these bimbo-styled girls. She understood, she fears the loss of respect, the loss of recognition, the loss of meeting on equal terms. But then she felt, attention is better than respect, possessiveness is better than recognition, and desirability much better than any equality. Then, suddenly, she rubbed and freed herself. Then, with this thought, she edged and claimed herself. With this, she finally dropped the mask and started to be it, feel it, live it, to breathe in her bimbo self and to breathe out her old and anxious self, and here she was and got the body to match her true and only mindset.
A bimbo always finds friends. A bimbo is always welcome and appreciated by everyone around her. They heighten the joy wherever they are, wherever they go. They inspire for fun and they cheer for lust whatever they do, however they act. It doesn't really matter what they talk about, which words they use or which topics swirl around in their lust-dazed minds. The only thing that matters is how they look, giggle, how they move, how they act and how they spread the best kind of atmosphere. Also, bimbos multiply. They find each other and inspire each other and bond publicly to prove the very bimbo principles: Always bring joy, always be fun, always amplify lust and never stop!
Dear Bimbo … it doesn’t matter where you come from, what you’ve learnt, what language you speak, what education you once had. It doesn’t matter whether you are good in anything or not, whether you’ve once trained for the Olympics, or just smoked pot, or just hid behind books, or whether you have travelled a lot. Nothing really does matter.
All that matters is your bimbo dedication. All that matters is your wish to be bimbo better. The only thing which counts is your bimbofication process.
So, don’t worry. Smile, giggle, wear heels. Be sweet, soft and hazy. Be feminine, nice and inviting. Be ready, be docile and open. Think about beauty, fashion and dresses. Edge, keep yourself horny and blank and pretty. Enjoy your bimbo state. Fall into the rabbit hole. Take pride. Moan and go deeper. Fall into the trance of bimbo emotions. Forget about time and space.
Be sexy. Be bimbo. Be Barbie. Be happy!
She doesn't need to know or understand what is happening to her, e.g. why she is suddenly a blonde, why she has a ring through her nose, why her lips are so bulging full and her boobs so over-handful tight and big. It doesn't matter because it feels right, and what feels right, doesn't need to be understood. More, it doesn't even need to be questioned. If it feels good, it is good, and it feels good to not think, to not care, to live freely and sexualized, objectified, dollified in the moment. So, yes, her hair could be more blonder, her lips fuller and her breasts much bigger. It just feels right and good. It feels appropriate, truthful, meaningful without a shed of a doubt. So, no, she doesn't need to understand a thing. Her life simplifies with every horny moment more, and all the mirrors tell the same story. Big is good but bigger is better and bimbo is best the more bimbo she gets.
Whenever she picks up a book and wants to read, go with her shopping and buy her clothes and stuff. Whenever she is about to study, send her to a dance class and let swirl and present her latest achievements. Whenever she starts to worry about things, kiss and touch and caress her until she moans and squirms in lust. Whenever she looks serious, suggest a girl's night and give her money, so she can party. Whenever she tries to do something herself, help her, release her from the burden, be the rock she can lean on. Whenever, in other words, she acts as person, help her to live like a doll, and soon she will not even try to be independent, accomplished anymore. Instead, she will enjoy this liberation and will fall deep into the bimbo Rabbit hole.
For your bimbo's sake never settle. Always expect the best of her. Always stand your ground to defend her dedication and to support her mission. Always allow her to exceed your expectations, your wildest dreams and most secret wishes.
Every restraint harms her. Every limitations is against her nature. Liberate her. Let her be free. Make be and become what she needs to be.
There is nothing more beautiful than a bimbo, expressing herself, being sexy without any glimpse of shyness or dignity.
Living together with a bimbo will challenge your self restraint-capabilities continuously. Everything she does is focused on one thing, and on one thing only, on pleasure, lust, sex and happiness. She knows her strengths, her mission, her duties and responsibilities, and of course her impact on your sensations.
She feels, sees, breathes excitement. Sizzling glances. Breathtaking sights. Tempting gestures, and irresistible postures.
She is driven by desire and insatiable by design.
So, be aware, she will challenge your priorities wherever she is, wherever she goes, and it takes mental strength to withstand her compliant sighs, enticing glances, and inviting aroused bimbo smile even just for a little while.
She doesn't need to know or understand what is happening to her, e.g. why she is suddenly a blonde, why she has a ring through her nose, why her lips are so bulging full and her boobs so over-handful tight and big. It doesn't matter because it feels right, and what feels right, doesn't need to be understood. More, it doesn't even need to be questioned. If it feels good, it is good, and it feels good to not think, to not care, to live freely and sexualized, objectified, dollified in the moment. So, yes, her hair could be more blonder, her lips fuller and her breasts much bigger. It just feels right and good. It feels appropriate, truthful, meaningful without a shed of a doubt. So, no, she doesn't need to understand a thing. Her life simplifies with every horny moment more, and all the mirrors tell the same story. Big is good but bigger is better and bimbo is best the more bimbo she gets.
I want to be in a hucow gloryhole. My udders will be pumped nonstop and my lower body will be fixed so all I can do is moo and cry and struggle as load after load is fucked into me, sometimes using all 3 holes at once. If I struggle too much, the pumps are turned up higher until I'm begging to be fucked and bred to distract from how much my teats hurt. If I'm good, then I get to cum until that's unbearable too but I can't say stop because all I know is moo. Eventually I'd be so covered in cum, pumped and fucked out that I wouldn't even be able to remember that. And that's when the line to use me would triple in size.
I LOVE BNWO
DM always open for roleplay
I need a butch to force herself on me but to only eat my pussy ♥︎
I’m taking a nap in our bed when my girlfriend walks into our room after work. “Baby? Are you sleeping?” She sits down on the bed and lightly nudges my shoulder. I start waking up, groaning and stretching. “Hi, sweet girl..” She says in a low tone and kisses my forehead. I’m in my panties and one of her t-shirts. “Are you in one of my shirts, princess? You look so cute..” She starts touching my pussy, feeling the wetness through my panties. I’m still waking up and she starts taking off my panties. “Mmm.. baby..” I say groaning and rubbing my eyes. “I don’t want to right now..” She kisses my cheek and then starts kissing my thighs. “I’m just gonna taste you down here. It’s okay..” I start squirming.
“Baby, I don’t want to right now..” “Shh..shh.. just let me.. just let me.. I missed you all day.. I missed this pussy..” She starts kissing and licking my pussy. “Mmm..!! Fuck..” After a while of her kissing and licking my pussy and thighs, she starts licking and sucking on my clit. “Fuck! Baby.. wait slow down.. please..” She doesn’t slow down and holds my hips down. “Baby!! It’s too much..! It’s too much..!” I start pushing her head, trying to get her mouth off of me. I push her head off of me and back away from her. She yanks me towards her by my hips and slaps my pussy. “Stop being so dramatic.. just let me eat your pussy..”
Portal pussies are so fucking hottt 😖 imagine you can't make rent one month, so in a desperate attempt you decide to sell your holes online. $20 and any man, anywhere can use your holes whenever he wants. It felt like easy money, you could just delete the account after you made enough.
But it got a little out of hand, hundreds of men using you, all day everyday. You can barely make it out of bed. Brushing your teeth in the morning while your ass is being stretched. Trying to eat breakfast but men won't stop fucking your throat long enough. You Definitely can't leave the house. You've tried.
You didn't trust yourself to drive so you took the bus. Big mistake. Somehow you made it to the bus stop with minimal interruptions, only one subscriber, fucking your dripping cunt, hard and fast. Making you grab onto a nearby tree for support as your legs shook. That should have been your first sign to just go him. But you're too stubborn for that.
Thankfully he came quick, leaving you to collect yourself and finish your walk. The bus, however, was another story. You were just sitting down when you felt a massive cock pushing into your ass, stretching you more than you've ever been stretched before. Making you tense and cry out before quickly covering your mouth, the other passengers turning to look at you. Your face turns bright red from the embarrassment of being used like this in front of all these strangers, even if they have no idea whats happening. The cock in your ass picks up the pace, the pain almost unbearable. Making you regret selecting anal as on option in the first place. You hated anal, but the site said it would boost sales. Anyway its far too late to take it back now.
You're shaking uncontrollably at his unrelenting pace, doing your best to stay silent, trying not to attract more attention, unsuccessfully. You turn towards the window, still feeling eyes on you as the bus starts moving. Trapping you here, completely helpless to stop it, or hide yourself. Suddenly another cock enters your neglected pussy, shorter but equally thick. Making your eyes roll back as his fat head rubs against your g spot. The humiliation of it all is enough to make you cry. You can't help but moan through your fingers under the assault, feeling that pressure build as the torture goes on, and desperately trying to fight it. Hoping maybe they'll be fast like the last one. Of course you wouldn't be that lucky, though. Cock number 2 speeds up, chasing his release while the one in your ass fucks you at his steady, rhythmic pace. This goes on for what feels like an eternity. You can't hold it back anymore, you feel yourself tense, squinting all over yourself with a sob. Soiling your light blue jeans with a large, noticeable wet spot. Utterly humiliated, and it's not even over. Cock #2 cums almost immediately after you, just to be replaced by another. You don't get a break for over an hour, missing your stop and forgetting why you even left in the first place.
Good luck getting home
The dream 🤤
“Victims don’t cum” he groans into my ear as he pounds me into the mattresses, ignoring my sobs and weak little slaps, “and you keep cumming while I rape you… you’re not a victim. You’re a whore. Cum for me, slut.”
You're right, I'm nothing but a good little rapesleeve 😍