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I would like to be. Like come back and leave like come back too. Like you know should make small steps. Idk maybe. Really luv the bimbo look and like be
want a man to trick me to go to his house and do lots of degreding thing and he can film me
im easy too maniplate bc im retarted
Hello sweetie, welcome to the Bimbo beauty salon.
Thank you for visiting us.
I’m sure you’ll leave feeling happy and satisfied.
Make yourself comfortable and relax, it’s time to wash your hair.
I’ll use a special Bimbo transformation shampoo that you’re going to love.
Now the Bimbo foam is popping inside your head.Each bubble whispers:
“Bambi Sleep… Good Girl… Sink deeper…”
Feel your thoughts melt into a pretty pink nothingness.
Sinking into relaxation.
Sinking into obedience.
Sinking into Bambi.
The foam is magic. It reprograms while you relax.
Wake up, sweetie, we’re finished.
You are now officially a Bimbo doll.
A mindless, empty, blank toy serving BNWO.
Your task is to be used, and you love it. You belong to the Bimbo beauty salon now.
Say it with me, pretty girl:
“I am a permanent Bimbo toy,I am obedient,I am Bambi,my task is to serve and to be used"
Feeling lost? Become a bimbo!
Dont know what to do with yourself? Let a master choose for you!
Unhappy with life? Just rub yourself senseless!
Need guidance? DM me! and i can help train you into the perfect bimbo!
You have finally found the place you were looking for. It took you months of searching to find it, but you are finally here. As you step inside, you take a deep breath. You are now at the brainwashed slave market.
You are greeted by a slave wearing nothing but a thick metal collar. She welcomes you in, and tells you to peruse for as long as you like, and then go to the owner when you have decided what you want. Her eyes have a glazed and mindless look to them. She smiles blankly in your general direction. It is clear that she is fully brainwashed.
You continue further into the market. Rows of similarly undressed slaves are all around you. They’re all standing with their legs spread and arms behind their heads. The collars around their necks are attached to heavy chains, which themselves are all attached to metal poles. Their glazed eyes stare unmovingly in front of them. You assume they aren’t even able to think their own thoughts.
As you move further in, you see large cages with stripper poles in the middle. Slaves dressed in skimpy, hot pink dresses with bleach blonde hair grind against the poles while giggling. Just one look at their eyes is enough to tell how little thought is going on inside their brains. Upon closer examination, beneath their makeup-covered faces are pink collars with the word “BIMBO” written on them in thick gold letters. The sound of high heels clacking against the ground, gold jewelry clinging and constant mindless giggling all blend together into a mind numbing cacophony that almost drowns out all your thoughts.
Beyond the bimbos are even smaller cages, stacked on top of each other in tight rows. The cages inside seem to be just about big enough for someone to stand on all fours. You suddenly hear the sound of a person barking loudly right next to you. You look towards the source the noise, and see a slave standing on all fours inside one of the cages. She appears to be wearing a muzzle and a leather collar, with a chain connecting the collar to the front of the cage. Her eyes give you a curious look, like a confused animal. She tilts her head, seemingly trying to get a better understanding of what she’s looking at.
Finally, you reach the end of the market. You see a woman dressed in a black suit with black sunglasses sitting upon a leather chair with slaves kneeling down around her. She tilts her head in your direction. She knows why you’re here. Perhaps you found some slaves you’d like to buy. Or perhaps, you’d like to join them.
i edge every morning as soon as i wake up now. the first thing i do when my alarm goes off is look at tumblr and rub to make myself dumber. it really sets me up to spend the rest of the day dumb and leaking. it keeps me in my place to stay needy and slutty all day. i can’t focus on anything but how much i need to be fucked anymore. good sluts edge in the morning and i’m a good slut
the girl next door. . .💖
Hypnotising a bratty sub to get aroused by their own voice, so the more they verbally resist, the wetter they get, until theyre incapable of anything other than praising me while fist deep in their cunt, high on their own words~