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
reblogging is consenting
Do you have like any recomendations to start doing bambi sleep, I tried it but it didnt really affect me
Urmm if you can use a uniform every time, it like helps feel it work
Then take like time to listen to the sublim stuff in the background like use this time to get ready and dress pretty for your bambi time
Letting go can like be hardests but like if you just like say this is what you want then it will !!
You can be the good girl you always wanted to be
Just like let yourself go
And sink
Good bambi !!
I wanna be like this one day x so broken and owned xox
@ahegaogirlsrule
This story is like so sexy I think I nearly came like twice x
Mmm imagine like being the girl cos omg to be that controlled would make me just like drool!!!! Xox
Based on a true story
Zoe was slumped down in the back row of the classroom, scrolling through Tumblr on her phone instead of paying attention to the teacher. Like usual.
Oh, here’s a sexy picture to share. Here’s a gif to attach a few lines of dialogue to … She liked teasing the boys (and girls) online, and they liked teasing her. Especially when she was in class and couldn’t do anything about her rising horniness.
Oooh, a hypno story, her favorite. She checked that the teacher was droning on, and not looking her direction, and started reading. Just a couple paragraphs in, she knew it was a good one. She reblogged it to finish reading later, and to share it with her followers (her many, many followers … how had that happened?) and kept scrolling. Ooh! A spiral! Don’t get distracted … But uunnnfff, so easy to get distracted … to get drawn in …
She shook herself, sharing the spiral with a drooling smiley face, and moved on.
“I’m a little concerned, looking at your last batch of papers, that so many of you got to college without apparently learning how to punctuate a simple compound sentence, much less to fill it with original thoughts …” Miss Thompson was saying.
Zoe squeezed her thighs together, feeling the arousal spread through her body. She looked around. Nobody looking. Good. She knew she should be listening, should be taking notes, but all she could think about was her needy pussy.
The constant alerts from her phone kept drawing her back to the glowing rectangle in her hand. BUZZ. Another favorite blog had just shared something, Tumblr wanted her to know. BUZZ. Someone was tagging her in a pic of one of her favorite porn stars. BUZZ …
She was powerless. She had to look, every time the phone buzzed. Every time Tumblr fed her more. She didn’t used to be like this, did she? She used to have, like, an attention span and stuff? Could leave her phone alone for a few hours? Now she was addicted … like she had conditioned herself to salivate at the buzzer.
Or been conditioned, came a whisper.
Been brainwashed.
Cuntwashed.
Drippy cunt. Salivating pussy …
BUZZ.
Ooh! a hot little gif that someone wanted her to see – “wanna ride me like this?” he asked, adding Zoe’s handle. Where was the teacher? Zoe knew she should scan for Miss Thompson again, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
BUZZ BUZZ. Three more guys wanting to talk to her privately. She was already keeping four conversations going …
This one, for instance, was telling her, in detail, what he would be doing to her if they were in a hotel room together right now. She was giving as well as she was getting, egging him on, hoping he was stroking to her words they way she wished she could be rubbing to his. This one was begging her to punish him, and reveling in her attempts to be domineering. And this one … oh, this one kept sending spirals, and inductive texts, drawing her ever downward (or trying to), making her sleepy, making her horny … making her into a mindnumbed cockslave …
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Im like sooo stupid mistress made me not count like anymore...
Ummm 1, 2. 3. 5 .6 .6 7. 8 9. 10
But like theres 10 there? Huh xox
Heheh xox
Bambi does as she is told ✨
(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.
Hmm super curious !!! xo