Personally, I’m at stage 3, well maybe 3.5. What stage are you?
Day dreaming
Lately you had been getting headaches. Right around the time your roommate gave you those nice audio tapes!
At first the gentle recording helped dull the pain. But then that wasn't enough.
Strangely shaving your body helped. As did rubbing fake tan into your temples and all over your body. At least for a little while.
Aspirin didn't seem to work. Some little pink pills did tho. But then the dull headache returned and your chest and booty were a little sore too.
You tried to sooth your head. Massaging your scalp with long hair extensions temporarily helped. As did applying gaudy makeup over and over until it was immaculate. But you couldn't do those things forever!
When the headaches returned you tried to focus on something else. Like staring at your plumped lips. Or your big titties. When did you get those? It was so hard to remember with the pounding in your head.
Your last solution was to think less. Not use your brain at all. It worked until you started daydreaming about cute outfits and bigger body upgrades. Even those happy thoughts were a bit too much to handle.
But eventually...by magic...the migraines stopped! You wondered if thinking less meant there was nothing in your head to hurt. You vowed to only have simple thoughts from that day forward. Thoughts like "Wow I look hot! Yay!" or "Ooooh I love pink!" The kind of things the tapes say to you over and over and over.
Finally your headaches were replaced by a sense of euphoria. You loved your body. You loved your outfits. You loved being a bimbo! Life was sooooo much better this way.
I’ve already edged twice today but it feels too good and i think I’ll start again. It’s just so nice to drift into mindless pleasure for hours on end.
P.S.: If you haven’t edged today take this as your reminder. Edging is fucking amazing
Bambi is doing as she is told, follow my blog, REBLOG this post and message me for the link. Be a good girl.
Here's a little somthing that you cunts should sing as you edge yourselves blank.
A little nursery rhyme sung in the melody of Twinkle twinkle little star.
Drippy droppy little whore
Look, your mind is on the floor.
Horny, needy.... you don't cum
Little cunt, you are so dumb
Drippy droppy little whore
Look, your mind it is no more. 😈😈🍷🍷