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Ahegao is dumb

Remember back in the early 2000's when "duck face" was a thing? It quickly became a mocked, telltale sign of valid, attention seeking girls.

"Pout your lips and make yourself look thin!"

Nearly twenty years later, we have ahegao.

But instead of it being some halfhearted attempt, it's fully embracing it's appeal.

There's no mistaking it for anything else. You can't accidentally make the face (unless you're cumming your brains out).

It's advertising you know you look good as porn.

You don't need to be coy about it. It's cute, it's lewd, it's objectifying and silly.

It's saying you want the attention, and don't care about anything else.

Every woman doing it knows it reduces them, but if anything that's only made it more popular.

This is what the popular girls do - the girls all your friends and peers look up to.

Forget about being respected. The attention feels better than anything else.

Give into peer pressure.

Embrace being dumb.

Embrace being porn.

Embrace being a bimbo.

Love it when sexy people point out how dumb I'm getting. It get me so turned on.

All the messages you send. Pictures, hypnosis, anything it turns me on so much xox

I'm gonna become a melty puddle xox

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.

Hnng please!!! Xoxo

does the dumb mutt want to be tranced huhh but the pathetic little pup can’t do it themselves??

you need mommy’s words to make you feel good hmm??

you’re so needy my pathetic lil mutt

come here then puppy, let mommy take care of you by making you dumb and stupid

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(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.

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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