You’re Very Pretty!!!

(I wrote this for a reblog, but I think it deserves a post of its own)

Corrupt yourself, dolls. Corrupt yourself and your friends. Corrupt your norms and boundaries and all of your thoughts.

Wreck your own mind. Wreck your inhibitions. Wreck it all for another edge.

Get hooked on edging. Get hooked on edging and lust and desperate blank bliss. Get so hooked that you can only think of your next fix and how much you need it.

Become needier. Become emptier and blanker and more desperate by the day. Become less.

Be brainless. Be brainless and babbling, bubbly and bimbofied. Be a perfect, pretty, pleasing fuckdoll.

Know you’re a fuckdoll. Know what you’re doing to yourself. Know that you’re lost in this and you can’t stop now, even if you wanted to.

Lose yourself. Lose your thoughts and your mind, your opinions and ideas. Lose it all to be blissful and useful.

Always be useful. Always be ready to fuck, to suck, to be whatever he wants. Always edge.

Edge to be a good girl. Edge to be a blank girl, a dumb girl, a mindfucked bimbo trophy girl. Edge, edge, edge.

Omg I really need to get practising this face again!!! Xox

R U Mine

You would look so cute looking up like that, wagging your ass like a cute needy lil puppy

Gotta be cute to get attention !!

Thank you xo

CG Hypnosis – Mindless Doll Remix

Here’s a little 6 minute file I’ve been playing around with for a week or so. It’s a remix version of the “You Are A Mindless Doll” file I just released.

This file still includes the wonderful @ringofkees and I think it turned out quite interesting. Let me know what you think, and give it a reblog if you like it!

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Thinking about dumb girls

It’s interesting, how many girls I speak to on here that seem so smart at first - intelligent and self-possessed.

But it’s so easy to make them into barely literate, giggly fucksluts.

You all know what I’m talking about right?

The kind of girl whose mouth forms a perfect O when your finger slip inside, stopping dead that train of thought.

The kind of girl whose mind drips out of her pussy the moment she’s even slightly wet.

The kind of girl who only gets wetter when you point it out.

It’s such a vicious, beautiful cycle - the moment she slides to her knees (all it takes is a look and she knows her place) it’s all over for her - she’ll be stupid until you’re done with her:

Whether she’s drugged in to soporific stupor by the scent of pussy, too cuntdrunk to do anything but lick and smile and lick and smile and lick and smile

Bouncing on a strap, her fuckhole so full up there’s no room for thoughts any more, just a bouncy drooly puppy, going up and down and up and down and up and down

Or if she’s humping for you, desperate and needy, already too stupid to figure out how to touch herself, bumping and grinding, doing anything you suggest to get herself off

And stupid girls like that are so pliable aren’t that? Believing you when you tell them they’re obedient little fucktoys, good girls who listen to their cunts, just pets whose holes need using.

How can I be a better Bambi

Urmm . . Sucking is good start !! xox

Bimbo Goals

Bimbo Goals No 1: Advertising.

Bimbo Goals No 2: Usefulness.

Bimbo Goals No 3: Maximum defocusation.

Bimbo Goals No 4: Appreciate the little things.

Bimbo Goals No 5: A body of art.

Bimbo Goals No 6: Endurance.

Bimbo Goals No 7: More fake every day.

Bimbo Goals No 8: Distrust all thoughts.

Bimbo Goals No 9: Don't come undone.

Bimbo Goals No 10: Obviousness.

Bimbo Goals No 11: Sweetness.

Bimbo Goals No 12: Largeness.

Bimbo Goals No 13: Purity.

Bimbo Goals No 14: Disposability.

Bimbo Goals No 15: Objectification.

Bimbo Goals No 16: Helplessness.

Bimbo Goals No 17: Excessiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 18: Devotion.

Bimbo Goals No 19: Reciprocity.

Bimbo Goals No 20: Unbridled Release.

Bimbo Goals No 21: Depersonalization.

Bimbo Goals No 22: Willinglessness.

Bimbo Goals No 23: Hyperfemininity.

Bimbo Goals No 24: More make-up.

Bimbo Goals No 25: Neediness.

Bimbo Goals No 26: Dressed for success.

Bimbo Goals No 27: Uselessness.

Bimbo Goals No 28: Programmable.

Bimbo Goals No 29: Patronized.

Bimbo Goals No 30: Daddy issues.

Bimbo Goals No 31: Certifiable horniness.

Bimbo Goals No 32: Irreversible dedications.

Bimbo Goals No 33: Expensiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 34: Truthfulness.

Bimbo Goals No 35: Irresistibility.

Bimbo Goals No 36: Lips to kiss.

Bimbo Goals No 37: Easement.

Bimbo Goals No 38: Docility.

Bimbo Goals No 39: Innocence.

Bimbo Goals No 40: Unification.

Bimbo Goals No 41: Unseriousness.

Bimbo Goals No 42: Nonstop nonsensical.

Bimbo Goals No 43: Authenticity.

Bimbo Goals No 44: Loyalty.

Bimbo Goals No 45: Laziness.

Bimbo Goals No 46: Sex vulture.

Bimbo Goals No 47: Body pride.

Bimbo Goals No 48: Acceptance.

Bimbo Goals No 49: Being owned.

Bimbo Goals No 50: Namelessness.

Bimbo Goals No 51: Sponsored.

Bimbo Goals No 52: Be a role model.

Bimbo Goals No 53: Cooperativity.

Bimbo Goals No 54: Blankness.

Bimbo Goals No 55: Big boobs.

Bimbo Goals No 56: Buoyancy.

Bimbo Goals No 57: Tempting.

Bimbo Goals No 58: Deliverance.

Bimbo Goals No 59: Plushness.

Bimbo Goals No 60: Playfulness.

Bimbo Goals No 61: Debauchery.

Bimbo Goals No 62: Permissiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 63: Mellowness.

Bimbo Goals No 64: Responsiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 65: Total artificialization.

Bimbo Goals No 66: Brainlessness.

Bimbo Goals No 67: Diligence.

Bimbo Goals No 68: Fully operational.

Bimbo Goals No 69: Pink pride.

Bimbo Goals No 70: Generosity.

Bimbo Goals No 71: Greatness.

Bimbo Goals No 72: Instrumental.

Bimbo Goals No 73: Babbling.

Bimbo Goals No 74: Entertaining.

Bimbo Goals No 75: Refinements.

Bimbo Goals No 76: Freedom from thoughts.

Bimbo Goals No 77: Going blank.

Bimbo Goals No 78: Natural state.

Bimbo Goals No 79: Entranced in bliss.

Bimbo Goals No 80: Meaningfulness.

Bimbo Goals No 81: Memory leakage.

Bimbo Goals No 82: Disoriented.

Bimbo Goals No 83: Easy.

Bimbo Goals No 84: Passiveness.

Bimbo Goals No 85: Stultification.

Bimbo Goals No 86: Femininity.

Bimbo Goals No 87: Laisser-faire.

Bimbo Goals No 88: Lost in vanity.

Bimbo Goals No 89: High excitability.

Bimbo Goals No 90: Transparency.

Bimbo Goals No 91: Communicative.

Bimbo Goals No 92: Blatancy.

Bimbo Goals No 93: Flawlessness.

Bimbo Goals No 94: Supportive.

Bimbo Goals No 95: Stuff.

Bimbo Goals No 96: Dedication.

Bimbo Goals No 97: Insatiable.

Bimbo Goals No 98: High-maintenance person.

Bimbo Goals No 99: Freedom.

Bimbo Goals No 100: Full Blown Bimbofication. For Bimbo Goals make not only better but simply happier.

Mmm this is like such a sexy story xox

Casual shopping fantasy of mine:

Stick a lush vibrator up my cunt, set it to low, then take me shopping. The second we walk into a store, turn it up to mid-high and watch me stop dead in my tracks, gaze fixed on nothing as I try my best to keep myself from thrusting at the air. Ask me innocently what's wrong, deny my answer, then send me off to find a new dress or pair of shoes. Watch me drift around the store in an aimless, horny daze, before rejoining me a few min later in the corner where I'm -- just barely -- pretending to examine the price tag of a purse without really seeing what I'm looking at. Lightly mock the fact that I'm in the wrong section and that I don't seem to have found anything I like.

Make a show of pulling out your phone and holding it up so that I can see it, and as you ask me if I just want you to pick out my clothes for me, take your thumb and slowly drag it up the screen to the highest setting. Smile at me as my legs start quaking and I grab hold of the nearest shelf, then say sweetly, "I'll take that as a yes."

Then, after commenting on my now inability to walk on my own, wrap your arm around my waist and proceed to steer me around the store like a walking coma victim towards the skirts and dresses that you like. Swivel your finger all over the screen as you ask me for my thoughts on each item. You nod seriously at my moans and whimpering, saying things like, "Yes, yes, well put. My thoughts exactly."

The cashier sends concerned glances at my lust-drugged face as they ring up everything you bought, but the only thing consuming my mind is repressing the urge to hump the counter.

You lead me out of the store, and around the corner. I don't even question what we're doing. On the quiet side street, you instruct me matter of factly to suck your cock. We've never done anything like this before -- you know I'm too anxious about someone seeing me in public, but the overwhelming, prolonged focus on my cunt clouds over any rational wall of defense or higher thinking, and I drop to my knees.

I suck and slobber like the only thing left that exists is your cock poking down my throat. When you come all over my face and some of it spills onto the ground, you have to physically stop me from trying to lick it up. "Calm down," you say, clearly amused, "you don't know who's walked there." I don't laugh cus my cunt still has undeniable control of my brain, but I surge forward when you give me permission to clean off your dick.

You walk me back to the car with your cum covering my face. Over the course of our relationship, we had never had sex without making sure I had climaxed, so going into the store I had assumed I would get to do so at the end. In spite of this, when you tell me, "You've been such a good girl that I'm going to let you come," I clench around the vibrator and feel a quick spark of unadulterated excitement, as if my orgasm had always been something that you "let" me have.

But then you look at me in the backseat through the rearview mirror and add, "When we get home." My heart sinks. My cunt leaks. "In the mean time, I want you to spread your legs and rub yourself." I see you take out your phone and drag the vibrations all the way down, and suddenly I'm jerking forward at the loss of stimulation, wanting, needing more of the barely-there hum in my cunt.

"Begin." As I morosely start rubbing my slick gash, you start us on the two hour drive home.

Mmm driippp xox

There's soemthing just so fuckin hot about being told what to think. Being told what you like, what you want, what you believe. Being so dumb and suggestible and obedient that anyone can just change things about you.

Makes me drip.