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Dick Pic Challenge

I recently started doing a challenge on my blog. It’s called the Dick Pic Challenge! Here are the rules:

1) For every five dick pics you receive, you must pick one, and jerk off to it! You must also send pictures to the “winner” proving that you jerked off to his cock.

2) No matter what, ALL DICK PICS must always get a response! 

3) There is no limit to how many pics one person can send you!

4) You should come up with benefits for the same person winning multiple rounds, to encourage them sending more and more pics! 

For example: The second time they win, they get to select what color panties they want you to wear. 

The idea is to constantly remind you of why you’re a sissy, and what your place is! 

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Thanks to chasteapoc for this submission, it’s fantastic! I’m in for this.

*REBLOG IF YOU’RE IN FOR THE DICK PIC CHALLENGE*

If those new lips of yours are making it hard to get your message across, maybe try putting it somewhere people are bound to look.

Everyone who reblogs this will get a personalized hypnotic erotic GIF based on what I see on your profile.

Saw this in a deactivated Tumblr and will pick up the gauntlet, .I will create the animation, post it on my blog and tag you. Feel free to put any kinks you want to share or any suggestions you need re-enforced in the tags or as a reblog text. 

The Classic Look

Brilliant once again! How about: phrase, overqualified, patronise?

“Good evening, Sir, and welcome to the Casbah.”

Rayleen had to repeat that phrase more than a hundred times every night, standing in the entrance to the Casbah in a white dress with a plunging neckline.  Projecting cheer and welcome with every greeting instead of boredom and fatigue was not a great challenge to a woman who had won a Best Supporting Actress Oscar for The Salt Flats.

“Thank you for coming, Gentlemen,” she told a departing group.   “We enjoyed your company.”

One of them, a silver-haired gentleman in an evening suit that was out of style though not quite a “vintage” item paused.

“Did you really?”

“Of course, Sir.”

After all, you spent money as though it were water while you were here.

“Well,” he said, chucking her under the chin like a child, “I appreciate the Casbah, especially its pretty little greeter.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Rayleen said, making sure her smile didn’t show the slightest sound of how much she loathed that sort of patronising talk.

This is just incredible - the idea of convincing everyone else that one is a bimbo and forcing one to be treated that way without any changes is a novel and perfectly deviant method of protagonist entrapment! Stellar stuff!

Whoops! I've used 'dumber' before... hmm? Perhaps, giggle, ditzy, memo?

Mr. Cameron:

Like, okay, I’ll just do stuff any way that you say, y’know?

You just ask, and I’m your gal!

Love, Ditzi

Meredith hit SEND and hoped that she hadn’t laid it on too thick.

Then she remembered that the last time she’d thought she might have laid it on a little too thick, she’d been told she was still sounding too “mannish”, and sighed.

She put her head down on her desk for exactly one silent recitation of the “Pilgrim’s Chorus” from Tannhäuser and began a new e-mail, this time to Procurement to order a new nameplate for her desk that would read “Ditzi”.

And acrylic, clear, platform, stripper heels. Seriously. Everyone should have at least one pair. Ideally more.