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Mid-Life, New You
It's not a "mid-life crisis". It's a "new you boom". Why wouldn't you want to be a born-again bimbo starting completely fresh? Your mind and body can be a blank slate. Fill it with pink and plastic. Make yourself the mindless MILF doll of your dreams. Don't delay another day.
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Double-D Crossed
Agent 063 was being sent on an unusual undercover mission. He was tasked with a seemingly impossible task - infiltrate Gloria Kitty's secret ring of all-female followers and acquire her mind-altering technology.
Luckily "L" and her girls in the lab had some tools for him. They turned Agent 063 into a bombshell just waiting to blow up Miss Kitty's operation. He had radio earrings in his ears for communication; bullet proof blonde hair to cover his pretty face; 'knockout' bags on his chest that could emit a knockout gas.
With nails as tough as him and pistol heels on his feet, 'Devora DeBox' was ready for her mission. What the secret slut didn't know was the L had installed another device. An implant provided by Gloria herself intended to activate upon entering her lair.
Agent 063 had no idea that he was strutting straight into a trap. Double crossed into permanent DD breasts. Soon Agent 063 would be complete replaced by Devora and become a brainless bimbo doll. A new obedient follower eager to worship L and Gloria on her knees.
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Headaches
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.
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Working On Your Look
When your company announced that employees were expected to work from home, you jumped at the chance. Despite the changes and potential downsides you told yourself you'd avoid all the risks of laziness and social inactivity.
It started in the morning. You weren't going to put in the bare minimum and roll out of bed straight to your home office. You got up even early to make sure your appearance was immaculate before you started each day. That you were dressed in your finest clothes. It felt good to look good.
Next were changes on camera. Unfortunately your laptop camera was broken, so you had to order a webcam. Until then you made sure to practice smiling, talking in a softer tone, and giggling at all the dumb jokes your coworkers made. You wanted to be a social butterfly and prepared for time on screen.
Now today is the day your webcam is scheduled to arrive. You spent even more time making sure your look is perfect for your big reveal. You really want to show off the working from home had really improved you and was the best thing that ever happened to you!
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Sleeping on the Couch
Brandon was a naughty hubby. His hterapist wife caught him sleeping with another woman. She banished him to sleep on her therapy couch, expecting that a lack of sex and feel of a woman's body next to him would result in improvements.
The next morning his wife woke up to check on him. What she found was Barbie cooing and glggling on the pink couch. Clearly even hornier than before now that she now could touch a buxom woman's body 24/7.
Her wife smiled. Barbie would definitely be sleeping on the couch more often. But after a few therapy sessions, she's be a loyal lesbian pet eager to pleasure her one-and-only, one-of-a-kind magical wife.
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Workout Goals
You hated exercise. But you knew you needed to work out to make a change.
So you worked on your fitness. Aerobics. Yoga. Cardio. Glute training. Slowly you began to see improvement.
But you didn't have the patience for slow improvement. So you accelerated the process with injections. Leaning into lipo. Plumping up some areas to make others more toned.
Finally you had achieved your workout goals. To be so fit that you didn't need to work out all. Just take cute gym selfies to show you 'working out' your hot bod.
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Mommy's Good Girl
"Look at you. Who's my good girl, my pretty little bimbo now?"
*GIGGLES* "Me!"
"Yes you are. I thoroughly enjoyed molding you. Transforming you into my perfect bimbo pet. You even encouraged me to embrace my bimbo side. Are you happy about that?"
*PURR* "Yes Mistress!"
"Of course. You're always joyful and carefree now now. Plump lips always smiling. Excitedly bouncing up and down and jiggling your tits all the time. But you weren't always that happy, were you?"
*POUT* "No...not at first" *SMILES* "Not until you made me your dolly!"
"That's right dear. You did fight being my plastic Barbie princess for a while. But I'm much smarter than you and I noticed...it all seem like an act. Were you being a little bimbo brat and resisting? Wanting me to punish you and push you even farther?"
*GRINS SHYLY* "Maaaaaybe"
*SMILE* "I knew you'd enjoy being a bimbo. MY bimbo. Isn't that right, baby?"
"Soooo right. You're, like, the bestest partner a bimbo could ask for - my dommy mommy bimbo gf! Yay!"
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Savant 2 Fantasy Trophies
(This is a continuation of a previous post called Savant. Because what's better than one secret bimbo genius? Two of them...duh!)
I tried to be happy playing fantasy with my secret silly weapon. But somehow it didn't feel right. Maybe it was my competitive side. Maybe I felt I didn't deserve a bimbo savant like Kiki. Or maybe it was some secret curiosity about exactly how she thought about things. So I asked her to help me understand what goes on inside that bimbo brain of hers.
"Like...you sure you wanna learn from a ditzy doll like me?" she asked incredulously. Eyes wide. Shining with excitement. I nodded and she squealed and hugged me. "OMG yaaaaaay! I soooo wanted a fantasy friend. A bimbo bestie who just, like, gets me...ya know?"
So soon I was being coached by an absolute cutie. Trained to look, act, and talk like her. Because as Kiki says, "Like, to be good at fantasy you gotta BE a fantasy. Duh!" It didn't really make sense. But I'll admit that when we went to a Super Bowl party dressed up in identical outfits, I felt a connection. Even if I just had a breastplate and wig on...I couldn't help but smiling just a brightly as my bestie.
The training continued all summer. Kiki said I needed, like, a state of empty serenity. To clear my head of all my old thoughts. To just focus on picking out a cute outfit, like footballers select their cleats. Memorize how to get my makeup juuuuuust right, like a player putting on eyeblack. How to strut and sparkle and shine, just like a superstar fantasy stud. Or in my case...a superstar fantasy bimbo babe nicknamed Nally!
By the end of summer, things started to fit into place. Not just the thinkys. But, like, my body and stuff. Kiki was sooooo nice and saved some winnings from last year so I could get some lip filler, cute hair extensions, and real boobies!!! OMG we were, like, breasties now!
When draft time came and we showed up in these adorable 'lil outfits, it sooooo made sense. My costume was, like, my strategy! There was a cowboy hat cuz the Cowboys players were soooo sexy this year. Big high heels that were, like, hard to run in cuz running boys are less important to me. Oh and everything is red since, like, we watched that super good red team win the Superb Owl last year and they'll totes be hawt again!
I couldn't explain it. It was, like insti...instink...er, just felt right, ya know? Kiki was soooo supportive and even, like, finished my thoughts for me if I got too giggly or blank for too long. She's not just a great teacher...she's, like, a total awesum teammate to me. Oh and she even, like, started joking about 'Nally's Fantasy Lyfe' which turned into the cuuuutest team name for the year. NFL! Isn't Kiki is soooo clever?
By the end of the year, like, I was sooooo happy! Kiki and Nally, like, both won all our leagues. I was sooooo proud that I was a strong, independent bimbo who just needed another bimbo to show me what to do. I'm like a sav...savvy...er, secret smartie skirt just like Kiki now! Or at least a trophy doll just like my breastie.
Oh ya! Like, speaking of breasties, I'm suuuuuper proud of my boobies too! Kiki suggested I do 'TDs for titties' so like every time a player of mine scored, like, I'd add a CC of silly-cone too my chest. As you can see, like, I did GREAT this year. So great that Kiki and I both got all dolled up to celebrate!
We were also dressed all pretty and stuff cuz we went to a special Superb Owl party. Not to watch the game, of course. I can barely focus on anything but the short commercials anyways. But since, like, it was kinda boring to win soooo much, Kiki wanted to introduce us to another fantasy group. One filled with other fantasy bimbo smarties just like us!
The competition next year will be fierce but the prizes will be enorm...humung...er, like, as big as the fake titties the winner gets! Losing also isn't so bad. Like, you get to be 'lil lesbian pet of the winner alllll summer. A lit-er-all fantasy trophy IRL. Honestly, like, Nally is trying to find a way to trade all her best players to her breastie so they can be top and bottom. Like, being a bimbo doll is the least Nally can do to thank Kiki for, like, showing her how to be a fantasy savant too!
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Savant
It just didn't make any sense. My friend Kiki was SUCH an airhead. She could barely choose which panties she wanted to wear in the morning; often she was so indecisive she never put any on. Her focus was short and easily distracted by anything shiny, which was tough because she loved wearing jewelry. I swear she'd forget her hair if they weren't long blonde extensions attached to her silly little head.
All that was adorable...but also reeeeeeally annoying. Because besides looking amazing all the time, Kiki was incredible at one thing: fantasy football. I considered myself a football fanatic but every year her picks put my team to shame. Of course I was happy for her and proud. But there's only so many times you can hear, "OMG I won?!?!? No waaaaayyyyy! Yay!" from a giggly bimbo before you start to question the meaning of life and why you bother trying so hard at fantasy games.
I've accepted that she's a savant. But I tried to learn from her...and got even more frustrated. She doesn't watch the games! I tried once with her and she spent the entire time twirling her hair or getting distracted from the screen by looking down at her huge boobies. She also doesn't even really know the teams. There's 'the orange kitty kats!' and 'the Tenny-see Titties!' and the 'the 69ers!'. I'd swear she was messing with me if she didn't look and act so honestly sweet and innocent all the time.
There's also no rhyme or reason to her thinking. For a draft strategy Kiki might pick a player 'cuz he's dating a totes cute celebrity!'. Sometimes she likes the team's uniform colors or mascot. Or even just because his name makes her giggle. It's all vibes with her and I can do nothing I can do but smile and shake my head.
Eventually we struck a deal. She would teach me which players to pick and how to think. I'd use that in other leagues to make money. Soon I was rolling in prize money and spending it all on her turning her into a bigger bimbo. Because she earned it and somehow it's making her better at these games. Besides, if I've learned anything from these lessons, a bimbo like Kiki is the best fantasy trophy anyone could ever hope to celebrate with.
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Bed N Mindbreakfast
They thought they were going to a nice getaway vacation in a secluded country ranch. Instead they had stumbled into a stay at a Bimbo Breeding Livestock farm owned by the Bimbo Resort.
Upon arrival the guys and girls were captured and pumped full of silicone, collagen, and mental brainwashing to plump them up and dumb them down. Then after their stay they were put up for auction as bimbo fuckpets raised to be the perfect sluts for their owners.
They say rental properties can really fuck you over…but nothing like the BBL Bed N Mindbreakfast will.
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Costumes Games
So my doll Zoey was progressing well on her path to being the perfect little bimbo. But there were some bumps in the process...and not the nice silicone kind that we wanted. She was a bit resistant to some of the more extreme changes. Questioning why we need to try this, upgrade that, dress this way. Overthinking was getting in the way of her happiness.
Luckily I discovered that she loved games and dressing up in costumes. I decided to put together a little training exercise where I would text her a simple phrase and she would have 30 minutes to dress up in a matching outfit and send me the results. At first I started simple. But eventually the costumes would push her deeper into her desired mind and body.
"Dressed To Kill"
The first attempt had mixed results. She took the message literally, going for a slasher look with a full mask. Obviously that was not ideal, but I was pleased to note the way she stuck out her ass in the short leotard. I simply told her that the real 'horror' part of the look was that she covered up her breasts and pretty face. I could tell she was blushing under the mask...hopefully the hint would sink in later.
"Bunny"
The second phrase had the desired affect. She could've gone with a Lola Bunny cosplay or a more modest bunny costume. But I was pleased to see she went for the full-blown sexy playboy bunny outfit. Sure she was a little shy, especially when I told her I loved her looking like 'my little fuck bunny'. But the way her tail quivered told me she was enjoying it.
"Schoolgirl"
She was faster to send a photo this time. Probably because the choice was a simple and short as the uniform she dressed up in. Zoey's pouty face and eye-rolling expression seemed to indicate she disapproved of the request I made. But I didn't tell her to put on those sexy fishnets. Or pull her short skirt up so much her white panties were visible. I didn't even ask her to show off her new fake tits she agreed to get after telling her it'd enhance her costumes. She chose that. It was a sign the training was working...but this schoolgirl still had more to learn.
"Dressed To Kill"
As a test I texted her an old phrase out of the blue, telling her she had 15 minutes before I would be home to take her out to eat. I wanted to test her progress and set the expectation that she should be ready to dress up anytime, anywhere. She spent two minutes complaining but eventually sent me this pic right as I was pulling into the driveway.
It was such an improvement. She looked sleeker and sexier than last time. Her recently enhanced ass still sticking out and her tits definitely not covered by the top of that tight dress. Sure she was covering her face again, probably because she was worried that this outfit wasn't technically a costume. But I kissed her and once I told her she was dressed as 'a trophy wife' then she happily put herself on full display at the restaurant.
"Pet"
Eventually the costumes requests came quicker, with a shorter deadline, and with more vague prompts. I wanted Zoey to not even think. To instinctively react and pick something sexy. It turned out purrrrectly with her latest choice. It took her five minutes to throw on this leopard print leotard complete with cute cat ears. When I asked my doll why she went with that look, she just stared at me blankly like the answer was obvious. "Because I'm your little sex kitten..."
"Pumpkin"
The last thing to work on was the mental side of things. I tried to dumb down my doll by disorienting her with odd costume requests. Since there's nothing sexy about a big round orange gourd, I was hoping she'd impulsively pick something 'cute as a pumpkin' or to highlight her big, fake, silicone-enhanced pumpkins. But this time it was my doll who surprised me.
It took her minutes to get into this getup. She looked a little befuddled, like she wasn't even sure what she was, but whatever she chose she looked great. I though her sexy little cowgirl / farmer outfit with pumpkins in the background was a great idea. She said it was because she wanted to ride me cowgirl style in the costume allllll night. That made it an even better costume idea!
"Birthday suit"
Finally it was clear that the games had worked. Zoey was a blank, busty, instinctive bimbo doll who could pick out an outfit faster than she could compute that 2 + 2 = 5. To celebrate, I wanted to get her naked. But I should have expected my silly little ditz to not quite understand the assignment.
"Ummm...like...I wasn't sure why you wanted me to wear a suit?" she responded, looking confused and thus very cute. "So I just baked you a pretty birthday cake in my sexy robe! Would you like to rub the frosting over my titties and lick it off later tonight?"
Like Zoey, I didn't even have to think. I told her of course...and that she didn't need to include the robe. It was the one outfit I didn't need her to put on this time. Because she had finally become the perfect bimbo doll we both always wanted her to be.
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Treats
Zuzu, you've been such a good girl lately! Always focusing on your attitude, your appearance, and slipping so easily into bimbo space. So willing and desperate to flash your hyper-feminine self to anyone around you. l I'm so sorry I didn't check in on you when I promised last night - you must've been so horny and on edge as you eagerly awaited someone to reward you for being a mindless doll.
As an apology, I've gotten you some treats! A three-course meal of sorts fitting for a bimbo like you. The first reward is that cute new outfit you're wearing, complete with a necklace symbolizing what you are. Of course, that's just an appetizer for the main course. Getting paraded about in public to this high-end restaurant, teetering around in high heels, your big boobs on display. I wanted to show that I see you and how good of a bimbo you are - best way is to show everyone else and feed your exhibitionist side.
Now, you may think dessert is the delectable items before you, a sign that you get a cheat day from your strict waist-shrinking diet. But that's just a bonus to symbolize how sugar sweet you are. No, the real treat is something I'm going to enjoy. Do you know why I asked you not to wear panties with your outfit? Because I'm going to crawl under the table and eat your muffin until you can't take it anymore. Because why apologize with words when I can use my tongue.
Unless of course, Zuzu would like things the other way around? Would you like to seek out the moist treat I'm hiding under the table between my legs? To kneel down and lick to your heart's content with your fluffy blonde pigtails bouncing gently on my thighs? The choice is yours, my sweet little bimbo doll. You've earned the reward of pleasing or being pleasured by your girlfriend in public.
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Bimbo Space
You loved going to your bimbo space. Letting your mind drift away. All thoughts and feelings other than pleasure slooooowly slipping away.
You always imagined yourself on the beach. The calm oceans waves as soothing as any hypno tapes. The silver sand a perfect match for your white blonde hair. The suns rays beating down on your golden skin, making you feel hot and sexy.
It was always a dream to feel yourself in that state. To slide slippery lotion up and down your sensitive, curvy skin. To apply lip balm to your plump, overinflated lips. To have long eyelashes fluttering and protecting your pretty, blank eyes.
But best of all was your big, massive, fake titties. Gawd you loved to imagine fondling them. Rubbing your pretty pink nails over those massive dunes. Brushing a hyper-sensitive nipple and moaning so loud the whole beach could hear...if the beach wasn't as empty as your head. In bimbo space it's just you, your bimbo body, and your ever present lust.
It was always such a dream. You wish you could make it a reality. If only you could actually reach out and feel the bimbo space for real...
You pause. A dumb little look of confusion on your face. You DID feel the sand on your fingers! The blonde locks cascading over your shoulders. Your big bolt-ons pulling down on your petite frame as you leaned over.
Then a thought entered your head. It WAS real! Your name was Zoey. You used to be a writer or office worker or something. That wasn't important. What matter was that you were a real life bimbo doll! Your fantasies come true and now you lived at the Bimbo Resort permanently, enjoying the beach and boutiques and bedrooms.
You started giggling uncontrollably. You were so silly to forget that bimbo space wasn't just a state of mind - it was your reality now! Every where was bimbo space for you cuz you were always a spacey bleach blonde beach bimbo everywhere you went.
Happy, a little high, and always horny, you got up and decided to wander the beach. There's gotta be some other cute bimbos to play with and enjoy your bimbo space!
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What You Do All Day
"Hello Zoey"
*TURNS AROUND, SURPRISED* "Oh! Hi honey!"
"It's good do see you sweetheart. Dressed just the way I left you. What did you do all day while I was away?"
*STARES BLANKLY* "Ummmm...I don't remember?"
"Okay then let's try remind that silly little mind of yours. Did you do any writing today?"
*BLUSHES, SHAKING HEAD, SENDING PIGTAILS BOUNCING* "No..."
"Were you spacing out on your doll juice and bimbo bud?"
*GIGGLES NERVOUSLY* "Oh yeah! I kinda got sooooo silly allllll day"
"I see. Did you even get out of bed today?"
*THINKS HARD* "Wellllll it was kinda hard with all the sexy videos I was watching and my hand kinda got stuck in my panties. Oh! But I did, like, get up to do my hair and makeup. Does that count?"
"Not really. But did you at least find some good lesbian erotica or sexy hypno videos to get you into a blank mindless state?"
*GUSHES HAPPILY* "Oh yes! I found sooooo many good ones today!"
*WALKS OVER TO BED* *KISSES HER HEAD* *CLIMBS INTO BED*
"Good girl Zoey. You did EXACTLY what I wanted you to do. Just be my pretty little empty headed doll who only thinks about finding the best bimbofication content. Now pull up some new sexy pics and pass that bim-blunt. After the day I've had, I'm sooooo ready to get into bimbo space with you" *GIGGLE*
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Different Class
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You saw her at the end of the bar. A goddess too tasteful and refined even for this exclusive hotel. Her perfection drew you near, like a light to the insignificant bug that you were.
"Sorry, I'm looking for a different class of individual," she said elegantly, her hand dancing to her face and then to shoo you away. You were expecting rejection and gave one last longing glance at her glamorous getup. Until you noticed her gloved hand gently caressing her face as she stared back.
"You know...perhaps I misjudged you," she mused aloud, tilting her head and narrowing her smoldering eyes as she analyzed every inch of your dumbstruck face. "You do seem to possess some of the qualities I'm looking for."
"What are you looking for, ma'am?" you managed to stammer out, still distracted by the golden halo of her long hair and her flawless face is it glided about, watching your every move.
"I'm looking for...a doll," she responded, inching closer to you as she spoke. Time seemed to stand still. You could hear the click of her stillettos. The waft of her floral perfume. Feel your heart beating as she was suddenly inches away, standing over you in her prestigious pumps.
"A Barbie I could dress up. Spoil. Use as my toy in the playroom...and the bedroom," she said slowly, seductively, her lips inches from your ear. "A different class of woman like me has different needs. Not a boy. Not a man. Not even a woman. I need...a bimbo doll."
You don't know how to respond. You are wordless, almost mindless, and definitely aroused. She notices your state and laughs. It's as beautiful as her, but with a sense of power and possession behind it. Like a black widow with an insect her her web, ready to be spun into something new.
"Follow me," she continues, slowly passing by you, as if rejecting you. But she lingers, holding out her refined hand with its perfect manicure, extending an offer that would surely bind you to some strange fate. Soon your pale fingers are entwined by her red talons, a perfect mixture of clear and crimson keratin. Two different classes of fingers, but somehow they fit...although you muse that it'd look better as a mix of scarlet and pink.
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Hiding
"Oh don't be shy, dear. Come out and show me how pretty you are!"
"I know you're nervous. But even from afar and with your body partially obscured I can tell you look amazing. I can see your luscious blonde locks falling into view like a golden waterfall. That pretty, frilly, angelic lingerie you've picked out peaking out perfectly. Those thicc, creamy hips certainly can't hide with their wonderful width"
"There you go, baby. Oh it's so wonderful to see that face! Your innocent baby doll eyes. High cheekbones. Quivering, pouty lips. Hurry over so I can eat you up!"
"Awwww there's that pretty smile on my pretty little doll. It's almost as cute as the way you totter over here a little quicker at each compliment. Baby steps in your kitten heels that will become big strides in stilettos soon enough."
"Good girl! You're safe in mommy's lap now. Isn't it nice to be seen up close as your true self? You've been hiding this side of you for too long. I'm glad I could convince you to face your fears and embrace your bimbo form just like you're gently hugging me now."
"It's ironic. You started off hiding. But now you'll always be Heidi, mommy's bimbo sweetheart. I think you're going to be quite proud of showing that off soon."
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Who's The Bimbo?
"Oh dear dear dear. You thought I was a bimbo? Just because I was wearing pink? Since I was smiling with you?"
"I think you must be the bimbo if you didn't know the signs. A skintight latex outfit? A tight, commanding bun? The fact that I told you I like to tie up silly little dolls? I wasn't smiling with you...I was laughing at you."
"You still don't get it, do you? You're quite the airhead. Even after I get changed into my preferred attire. Dressed to kill. Blood red dress without any hint of pink. You still don't realize what's happening?"
"I didn't you invite you back to my place 'to have a girly sleepover'. The only 'frisky bimbo fun' we'll be having is if I feel like fetching my 10" strap-on from my dungeon. No, tonight, we're going to be making it VERY clear which of us is a bimbo."
"That's right my pretty little ditz. I'm not a bimbo - I'm a bimbo domme. So wiggle you're pretty little ass into these stirrups."
"Once I lock you in, I'm going to pump you full of silicone and collagen until you're ready to pop. I'm going to break you're mind with so many submissive bimbo hypnos that you will be drooling with a blank look for days. I'm going to make you plastic and pliant and the perfect doll worthy of serving me. What do you think about that?"
"Hmmm...so you knew all along? You were acting dumb this whole time so I'd do this to you? Clever girl...but not for long. You won't need to act to be dumb when I'm done with you."
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