doll sophie

dumb fuck doll 💖 sagittarius 💕 trans girl 💞 25 💖 she/it

[the-southern-airhead]

Remember what you said earlier after you stuck the piece of gum in my mouth and told me to start chewing. You pulled back to assess me.

“Do it with your mouth open.”

I hesitated, but after you reach forward and slap my cheek, I let my jaw drop and start chewing, mentally cringing at the noise I was making.

You barked out a laugh.

“That’s awesome,” you said grinning, roving my face but not bothering to speak to me. “You look like a cow in sparkly eyeshadow.” My face burned under my pound of foundation, and I could feel myself already starting to leak through my barely there g string.

“You know when cows chew on grass and they just stare ahead at nothing? You’re the spitting image. God, those lashes are great.” You laughed again. “I’m glad I decided on the thicker ones, because there is zero light in your eyes right now. I’m looking at a couple of dead bulbs.”

I heard a short, desperate sound exit my wide open mouth, and even though thinking about how pathetic I sounded sent a bolt of arousal straight from my brain to my cunt, I kept chewing. My gaze started getting blurry and I realized that my eyes were crossing without me trying to. I could feel the wetness between my legs demanding my focus and all I knew was that I wanted, I didn’t know if it was to be fucked or to blow you or to crawl around on the ground, I just wanted something and I was aching to be told to do it.

I felt your hand wrap around my slack jaw, your thumb stroking me gently. But then you started squeezing, squashing my lips together, and I stop because you were almost holding my mouth shut and I could barely move my jaw. You tisk.

“Keep chewing.”

I whimpered plaintively for a moment, not a true attempt at denying you so much as a vocal expression of the fact that I knew I wouldn’t — an empty, meaningless little noise that made you grin when you heard it, because I started chewing again even as I made it. It took twice as much force to move my jaw with your hand in the way, and with every chomp i couldn’t even touch the gum, it was just undelivered, mindless motion that I was doing because I was told to. The thought made me clench again. I didn’t even realize you had pulled out your phone until I heard the little snapping sound of the camera.

“Awhh,” I said, sounding like I was at the dentist office.

“Jesus Christ,” you hissed. You continued snapping photos of me without my input, as if I was just a spectacle that you were trying to catch. Even through my blurry mind, I could see the unapologetic grin on your face. You turned my head so you could get a picture from the side. I made another useless noise and kept chewing, kept up the limited pulsing movement of my distorted lips between your hand. The camera snapped.

I felt ridiculous. I was ridiculous to you, like a pet who had gotten tangled in a blanket or their head stuck in a jar. And that was it, wasn’t it? It hadn’t occurred to me, but with my face hidden and remade under a mask of makeup that had taken me two hours with my hair dyed and styled, in an outfit that I would not regularly wear if you paid me, I did not look like myself. I look less like the person I am, and more like the inflated image that I’ve happily let you dress me in. I look less like someone with a name and more like something you can fuck and tell your friends about. When I’m like this, I’m not exactly an animal, but I’m a hell of a lot closer to being a cow or a dog or a blow up doll than I am to being a human. And the weird thing was, that felt fine. It felt good. It actually felt really good somehow, so fucking good. It felt really good to know that with you, my humanity is a secondary trait.

With that realization warming my cunt, I started chewing with more force, shamelessly letting each lift of my jaw push out clacking, slopping, saliva driven sounds. My head itself moved in odd small jerky motion as I tried so hard to do what you wanted, to chew the very best that I could within the tight constraint of your hand. I stared off into space and chewed mindlessly, completely forgetting that you had wanted me to chew the gum. God, I hoped I would entertain you, I hoped that I would be stupid looking enough to make you keep looking at me. Just thinking that made me so fucking wet, and I let out another “Awhhaw” through your hands. And I realized that I liked how it sounded, so I did it again, and again, letting myself moan the way I had kept myself from doing earlier, feeling so pleased with the way it distorted. What was once a human sound of pleasure was now just something from the primal, unaware, whining, whimpering, gagging mind of an animal.

I hadn’t heard the camera snap in a while, but that hardly mattered. But then, gently, you tugged my head back so that I could face you again and I saw what you looked like.

You had a look of quiet amazement on your face, drinking in this thing I had let myself become right in front of you. You were still holding the camera up, but you looked too enthralled by my display to take a picture. This made me moan inhumanly again, the thought that I had been able to keep your attention. I was so, so proud of myself. Under my skirt, I felt my cunt juice finally start dribbling down my leg. I was so proud of myself.

My leaking cunt, as always, fueled my action, and I renewed my efforts again, chewing twice as shamelessly as before. Once again, my eyes lost focus completely, every last ounce of brainpower now being devoted to moaning, chewing, and drooling.

“Stupid cow.” I heard you mutter, and I clenched and moaned. “Stop chewing.”

I immediately stopped mid chew. “Agh?” My cow brain asked him, waiting for his direction.

You pulled your hand away, and instantly a thick line of saliva fell from my lips.

You held out your hand to catch it. “Don’t want that on the floor,” you said. “But you know what? I also don’t want this shit in my hand.” You held out your hand full of my spit.

“Lick it clean.”

Without any hesitation I leaned my head forward and stretched out my tongue, but then you suddenly lowered your hand, and I had to chase it downward with my tongue so that I was bent at the waist. I happily started lapping at my own spit. I felt your hand lowering again, and I continued to chase it without complaint, until finally I had to settle on my knees. You seemed content to keep it there, so I resumed licking my spit out of your hand.

Far above me, I heard you chuckle. “See? I told you,” you said with a fond tone in your voice, “You really doubted me, but a few months ago I told you that I’d have you eating out of my hand. And look,” you pulled your now clean hand away and showed it to me, “mission accomplished! Good job!” The praise made me clench again.

“Now. Look at me.” I raised my face, my tongue still out, and looked at you with open, adoring eyes.

“Say ‘thank you, Daddy’” you said in a patronizing lead.

“Aangoohh ahaeee,” I said, mimicking you.

You laughed. I clenched. “Good girl.”

I moaned again at that. “Anngoooh ahheee,” I repeated. I wasn’t really sure what I was thanking you for, but that was okay.

You laughed once more and finally lowered your phone from where you’d been holding it.

You sighed and said, “I can’t wait to watch this over.”

I froze. My tongue retreated back into my mouth.

Filming, my mind supplied, he had been filming. Shit shit shit.

When a tinny moan rang out in the room, my eyes shot back up to you to see you grinning at your phone.

“I honestly think this is one of your best moments.”

You turn it around to show me, and what I see horrifies me, makes my heart pound, and makes me so wet.

A bleach blonde girl I can barely recognize as myself looks past the camera with dead eyes as a hand squashes her inflated pout into undulating fish lips. She moans obscenely, bits of drool making their way between the midpoint of where her distorted lips meet. I watch, enraptured, as she gets on her knees and starts licking the spit filled hand like an animal at a petting zoo.

You take back the phone. I watch as you smile at it again. “This is great.” You put it in your pocket and reach down to cup my face. I lean into it.

“Daddy’s little brain-dead fuckdoll. I’m so proud of you”

[dozingdracula]

To combat sexism I'm trying to read more by women writers.

[the-southern-airhead]

Love this comment 🤤☺️

[sophia-bimbo]

need cock in my mouth

[bimboasslover]

[bimbofinishingschool-deactivate]

This will be you.

Say it to yourself every morning, every lunchtime, every evening.

Believe in yourself and you will make it happen.

[needacunttoabuse]

[finallymine]

That’s right. Don’t forget it toys

[bound-by-the-devil]

If you're a silly little thing who gets off on the idea of big, mean perverts forcing you to be their property, then you're legally obligated to reblog this.

[dumbtrancegirl]

Rb if you're a desperate attention whore who needs to be mind controlled...

[circeswhore]

Renaming is hot. I shouldn’t have to justify myself here. It just is. Being told by someone that you should refer to yourself by a new name is hot. Someone holding the keystone to your identity and changing it to their desires is really really hot

[airheadedashley]

Kink Explained:

Dumbification

Dumbification Kink is one of my main kinks, and one I have almost blended into my actual life. I am working towards to making myself dumbers in three main ways:

Slower Thinking: I intentionally inturupt myself when I am thinking to create the pattern of losing track of thought. Activly conditioning myself to not be able to explain or say large topics without sounding uncertain, and as such putting me into a dumber headspace/

Forgetting: I work to forget topics where if I cant recall them, and they arnt imporant, ill just stop trying to remember. I also work on my spelling, with reduced corrections unless its changes the sentence too much.

Ignorance and Gullability: I am naturally gullable, and I work on being ignorant by not correcting myself, unless it is a topic that can harm others. Yes, please warp my views more with this. I will not be allowed to research any facts given to me (unless its political, but I probs wont reply to them anyway).

PLEASE HELP ME BE DUMBER, I BEG YOU!!

[domesdyke]

Thinking about someone putting a shock collar on me, making it shock me whenever I speak. That’s not what my mouth is for, after all. They put a gag on me and lock it in place when they have to go out, just to make sure their pet doesn’t get any ideas about saying human words while they’re away. They only use my mouth while they’re training me, and then only let me touch myself while they do so, making sure it’s the only hint of pleasure I get until I learn my place. Just want someone to make me their pet and my mouth their own personal sex toy

[farmd0g]

[chattelprod]

The answer would always be “no” when told to drink from the bowl on the floor. “I don’t know I just don’t want to, it’s weird.” she would protest.

Then Monday daddy locked her hands up like this, on Tuesday her normal clothes were thrown away. On Wednesday she began to sleep on the floor, with the mittens locked to the bed, she began to realize how important hands were to being self sufficient. On Thursday Daddy gagged her and got her fixed, he knew how to pierce, and she was obviously having behavioral problems.

“What’s wrong slut?” He condescendingly said as he locked her cunt shut, and attached the key to her collar.

She tried to protest, but just thrashed moaned and mumbled.

“You know that’s why they call it doggy style right? Because good little pets get fixed, and learn to please their owner with their other holes, slut.” He forced in a buttplug with a tail on it, and also locked it securely, this key was attached to her collar as well, but the mittens totally quelled any hope of retrieving them, she felt humiliated.

On Friday she felt rebellious, and even though Daddy told her to always be on all 4’s, she tried to stand- was met with a vicious shock, and realized she was wearing a shock collar, and was restrained to a perimeter. 

The daily degradation was wearing on her, she hated it, loved it.

Daddy walked in to find her with her back arched, face stuffed into the leather couch, hopelessly rubbing her gloves over the shield on her clit. Horrified that he had seen it, she froze when the door slammed.

On Saturday he picked out a cage, and before locking her in for the night reminded her of the first time she drank from the floor.

“See bitch? Everyone online thinks you’re the cutest little pet.”

[meltedyun]

How to become more addicted to porn and ruin your silly brain 💞

1 - Stop cumming. Full orgasms makes you feel like you 'had enough'. You should never have enough, you need to be kept in the edge.

2 - Stop being picky. Good girls don't choose. Watch every single porn that shows on your feed/timeline/search results.

3 - Stop skipping. The video timeline should not exist for you, you should watch from beginning to end in normal speed and without pauses.

4 - Edge for every single video/image. It doesn't matter it you liked it or not.

5 - Always watch porn when you feel sad. This will make your brain see porn as a method of escapism and it will slowly gets more needy for it.

6 - Any horny thought should lead to watching porn.

7 - Get used to it. Stop watching porn only on your bed or bedroom, watch it as you would to any youtube video.

8 - Expand your fetish list. Start to try slightly different porn categories and gradually develop a wide taste.

9 - Use as much porn plataforms as you can. Video streaming platforms are not the only way to consume porn. Use twitter, tumblr, image folders, etc.

10 - Punish yourself for not watching it. You spend a day without porn? Then the next time you watch you wont be allowed to touch yourself, and so on.

11 - Start to save it. Download the files you most like and watch them everyday.

12 - Lose hope. Stop wondering about recovery, this is for normal people, not dirty sluts.

[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

[superiorwhoredefiler]

Can’t stress how on point these rules are.

[jules32sthings]

very good rules to live by ☝️

[alex19112]

Very good rules to live by.

[switchingdesires]

Bimbo Conditioning Snack:

This is a fun little task to help you internalise your purpose and train your motor skills. Ideally this task should be performed, in a bimbo appropriate outfit and while kneeling in front of a mirror, to really maximise the effects.

Get yourself 1-2 bananas and peal them, using only your mouth. (I recommend starting from the side without the „stick“) When eating them, do it slowly and as seductively as possible, really give them the BJ treatment. Next fill the condom with yogurt and eat it, using only your tongue to lick it out. (Feel free to refill it a couple of times)

Repeat this task whenever you feel the need for a little snack. After some repetitions, your brain will start to create associations and you’ll start to develop the urge to get on your knees and lick out some condoms, whenever you’re a little hungry. This is called operant condition, it’s the same principle as with a rat pressing a lever to get food. So Congrats! You’ve successfully made yourself even more pathetic <3

Feel more then free to message me about your experience :)

[switchingdesires]

Pets regularly are renamed when they get a new Owner, so why shouldn’t girls be too? 🌷🌸

[aztops-deactivated20240920]

Public Humiliation

Read before leaving the house. And read while in public.

You know you have to go out in public. You can't hide in your room forever. But you worry about being judged, being mocked, being humiliated. Don't you?

Why worry your pretty little head about it? Your tiny pathetic mind can't think anyways, right? Your boobs are to heavy to think. Your mouth too empty. It needs to be filled. Cock is the only thing that can fill that empty mouth. It wants cock.

Cock is the only thing your tiny mind can think about. Feel it in your mind. Picture it sliding in and out of your mouth. Let it fuck your brains out. Cock is all you can think of. Cock

Look in the mirror. You can't go out looking like that. Cock

Get naked and jump in the shower. Cock is all you can think about as you clean yourself. Fucking your mind away. In and out. In and out. Harder and faster. Cock Cock Cock. Edge before you get out.

You need to put your sexy little uniform on. Cock

Fix your hair. Make it pullable Cock

Do your makeup. Such a pretty face Cock

Make your lips juicy and fuckable. Cock

Mmmmmm... feel that cock in your mind. Sliding in and out. Making your pussy wetter and wetter. Nipples harder and harder. Cock

Put on that sexy, tight, dress. The short one that barely covers your ass and your boobs want to break out of. Cock

No need for panties, they'll just get drenched anyways. or a bra, you want your nipples to show. Cock

Look in the mirror. Damn girl. You are smoking ass hot. 100% grade A fuckable. Cock

It doesn't matter where you go. It could be out clubbing, or the mall, the park, the grocery store, or even dinner with the family. Where doesn't matter. Cock

You look around. People notice you. They stare. They watch you. Good. You want them to. You feel that cock trust into your mind with every glance. Thrusting harder, faster. Cock

Everyone who sees you knows exactly what you are. They know you're a dirty little slut. They are judging you. They are mocking you and humiliating you in their mind. That cock pounds in your mind. It's all you can think about. A big, hard, throbbing cock fucking you in you mind. Cock

Look at them. See them judging you. They know. You can hear their thoughts. Slut. Cunt. Whore. Pig. Dirty little cock sucker. Pathetic little slut. Nothing but a set of holes to be used.

Feel it in your nipples. Let them get hard and poke through your dress. Cock fucks your mind harder and faster. You can feel it fucking your mouth. Fucking your pussy. Fucking your ass. It pounds you hard in every hole. Tearing your mind up. Cock Cock Cock

They know your pussy is soaking wet, dripping down your leg. Cock

You want to rub that drenched pussy. You want to finger yourself into oblivion. Cock

You want to show them how desperately horny you are. How wet that pussy is. But you can't. You're in public. Cock

They know you are below them and will submit to their every command. Male, female, doesn't matter. You would drop for cock on command. You would let them strip you down and fuck you right there on the spot if they could. Cock

You would suck on boobs and eat pussy if it meant you would be full of cock. Cock

That cock in your mind pounds you harder and harder. You can feel it fucking your mind away. No thoughts left. Just pure bliss as that cock in your mind fucks you into oblivion. Cock

Bambi Sleep. Good girl.

Drop for cock. Just drop to your knees. Drop for cock, Bambi.

You are such a good girl.

[ironskyfinder]

Pink Mindset II

Why don’t we keep adding more pink to how you think?

Changing your brain can seem overwhelming at first, but the more you let the pink do it for you, the easier it gets!

It starts with words like edge, rub, and hump - those words start to jump out at you naturally after you’ve spent enough time scrolling, don’t they? You know exactly what seeing those words does to you - you don’t even need to read them, really, not when they’re pink. 

Every time you see someone talking about edging until they couldn’t think, your cunt starts to drip; every time you see someone talk about how addicted they are to rubbing and grinding, it makes you even more horny; every time you see someone desperately humping away, it makes your clit feel even more needy.

See how easy that was? When pink is how you think, you only have to read your girl words - the rest barely matters! 

Keep it up! You’ll know you’re being a good girl when your eyes start to skip everything that isn’t pink, when your attention goes from the ache of your own desperate holes to daydreaming about being held down and used like a cocksleeve in the blink of an eye. You can go from giggling and looking at pretty outfits to being a distracted and drippy mess because a man walked by; of course, you start thinking about how you’d worship his cock, how he’d fuck your throat, how you’d thank him by eating his ass. Before you know it, you’re edging again, only stopping to deny yourself - after all, good girls need permission -  and then it’s back to trying to shop. 

Of course, shopping for cute clothes that show your body off will keep you thinking about how you can be eye candy, and that’s of course going to lead to you fantasizing more. It’s okay, in fact it’s only natural!

Remember - little changes make a big difference in becoming a good girl.

[wolfyofeld]

Make me yours

Make my boobs bigger for your needs. Make my ass bigger for you to grab or slap. Make my waist thinner that you could break me more easily. Make me dye my hair blonde. Make me wear clothes of your choosing. Make me dumber. Make me your little slut. Make me unable to think of anything else but dropping for your cock and pleasing you. Make me yours.