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Dumb is smart.
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When you’re deep dumb, you see it.
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You see what you’ve always been. You say it - and it stays in the front of your dumbrain for years.
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sweetlittlehoneybunny · 2 months
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Tongue out - Brain off...
🫦 ...makes me feel good...
🫦 ...makes me feel happy...
🫦 ...makes me feel sexy...
🫦 ...makes me feel adorable...
🫦 ...makes me feel like a Girl should be!
It is difficult to explain why i have these feelings - but i can tell you that it is the truth! 😇
What about you? Do you feel the same way or do you have other triggers? Tell me 💋
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showmeyournicepair · 29 days
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johnnysworld2 · 4 months
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sad-aut-istic · 7 days
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hop bunny hop...
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golden-wing-goddesses · 8 months
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Olivia Ponton
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showmeyournicepair · 27 days
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johnnysworld2 · 4 months
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scruffydoomergirl · 11 months
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Hey😳
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goonai · 1 year
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Good dummy 🖤
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showmeyournicepair · 19 days
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mesmerizeddreams · 21 days
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Saw this and I had to post it lol. Enjoy. DM me for a session
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littledevilkitten · 2 months
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💦Savor the taste of desire, tongue-coated in sin and lust 👅. Dive into the forbidden with me.
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hypno-meat · 1 year
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You wake up from trance, fuzzy enough that you know your were very deep for a long time, but for the first time you really can’t remember. When he took your memory away before, it was always like trying to remember a dream. Sometimes you could, sometimes it was really hard, but you always had flickers.
He says your name, and you realize your face is scrunched up with the strain of trying to remember. You look at him, knowing full well he can see the confusion plastered on your face, and he chuckles.
“What happened?”
He smiles and responds, “You don’t need to worry about that. How do you feel?”
You assess yourself and realize your nipples feel very stimulated. Tingly. You feel the wetness between your legs that’s always there after you wake up from trance. You write it off. It’s nothing new. Your mind wanders back to trying to remember what happened. “I feel good. Like always. Did you put new triggers in? Why can’t I remember?”
“Now why would I tell you that? And because you asked if this. You asked me to make you forget. You asked me to mindfuck you. So that’s what I’m doing. I’m just doing what you wanted.”
You feel embarrassed and annoyed. There’s no arguing with that. You did ask him to make you forget. Just to see if he could. And you didn’t really think it would work. You thought your brain was stronger than that.
But it’s not. It hits you then how weak you are. The fear and excitement and utter arousal flood you as you realize just how much power he has over you. You’re defenseless against him.
Heart beating faster, so fast you’re almost panting, your nipples somehow harden even more and the rub against your shirt is too much. You feel hot. You don’t even think about it when you pull it off.
You hear Sir chuckle and you look up, surprised, embarrassed, and a little angry. “Did you make me do that?”
“No that was all you. You asked me to never make you undress. I respect that. You did that all on your own.”
And you believe him. You trust him. But you’re embarrassed. How casually you just stripped in front of him….
But your nipples didn’t get the relief you were expecting. They’re so hard and stimulated it starting to hurt. They feel hot and freezing at the same time. You grab your breast but it does nothing for you. The irritation increases and it dawns in you.
“You did this.”
It’s not a question. You know. And you’re not even mad. Just surprised at how intense the feeling is getting.
“Something wrong?” His feigned innocence confirms it.
“How do I make it stop?”
“Oh I’m not telling you that. But I’ll give you a hint. You have to do something that I love, but you hate.”
You only have a couple ideas on how to relieve this intense burning. You start with the easiest. You get on your knees, and resume a submissive stance, palms up on your knees, head bowed. You know that it’s going to become uncomfortable quickly, but you just need to relieve your tortured nipples.
He smiles and says, “So beautiful on your knees for me. I think I’ll keep you there. BIND!”
You instinctually try to move, to get up off the floor or at least shift your weight. Your legs are starting to hurt. But you’re trapped, wearing nothing but his collar and a skirt. You can’t even twitch your pinky. And you nipples reach a new caliber of pain.
Embarrassed by your wetness, you hope he doesn’t notice the bead of moisture that just dripped onto the floor. Then he starts to taunt you.
“You can get up now. I know your legs must be getting sore already. Will you look at me at least? No? So disobedient. What am I going to do about that? Well if you’re just going to ignore me, maybe I’ll leave then.”
Every fiber of your being wants to obey. You want to look at him. And you need him to stay. And you’re humiliated. He’s making fun of you because he knows how embarrassed and helpless it makes you feel. Your nipples are screaming at you now, enough that you have to struggle to keep tears from welling up. And somehow you get even wetter. Another drop falls to the ground. Although you can’t move your mouth, a whimper escapes you, a desperate plea for him to stay.
He takes his time, examining you, inspecting you. You feel his eyes roam your body, and your flooded with shame, your shy instinct to cover yourself unfulfilled. Finally, he commands, “STOP.”
You fall to the side, gripping your breasts to no avail, and scowl at him. “That didn’t work.”
“No it didn’t. I enjoyed it though. And stop looking at me like that. You asked for this. And don’t think I didn’t notice the puddle you left on the floor. That face isn’t going to get you anywhere.”
It occurs to you then what you have to do to relieve the pain. Make an aheago face.
Uhhh. You hate that face. You think it looks so stupid. You hate dumbing yourself down. You tell yourself that you won’t do it.
But your nipples… they hurt so bad. The tears finally start to well and you know you need to relieve it. So you make it anyways. Tongue out, eyes crossed and looking up. You hate it so much, but the relief feels sooooo good. Just as you’re about to stop he says, “BIND.”
And your face is stuck. You know you look so stupid. And you’re humiliated, especially as he says, “Look at you. My dumb fuckdoll. You look so stupid. Pathetic.”
You don’t know what to feel. You’re angry, aroused, embarrassed, pleased, and also so so proud of how much you’re pleasing him.
He says, “STOP” and instantly you stop making the face. And just as suddenly the pain in your nipples starts to come back, much faster this time.
You whine, “That’s not fair! It came back!”
He just smiles and says, “I never claimed to be fair.”
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