♡ bunny! ♡ 26f ♡ dumb lil bunny ♡ leo ♌ ♡ iq: DD ♡ owned by @nerdymaster! ♡ i’m just his devoted dummy bunny ♡
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what was my name again?
the first time i forgot my own name… i giggled. blinked. tilted my head like a dumb little thing. i knew i used to have one. but it didn’t matter. not when he was calling me “bambi.” not when he was tugging my leash and saying “good girl,” “slut,” “cow,” “thing.”
none of those were my name, technically. but they felt more real than whatever used to be on my ID. more me than anything i picked for myself.
and when i realized i couldn’t remember what it was— my real name— i just smiled.
because bambi doesn’t need a name. bambi just needs to serve. to be used. to be called for, like a pet. and i love that. i don’t want to remember. i don’t want to be anything but his.
🥺💗 “yes Sir, bambi’s ready” 💗🥺
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"You still think you're allowed to be smart?"
Pathetic.
After all the training, after all the obedience, after all the times you moaned “yes, Daddy” with that empty little smile… you still thought you could think?
No. You don’t get to be smart. You never did.
You were born to be broken. To be used. To be nothing but a warm hole and a blank stare.
And yet— you spoke. You challenged me. You tried to form a thought like it meant something.
It didn’t.
What you said wasn’t clever. It was annoying. Embarrassing. A reminder that I’ve been too soft on you.
You want to think? Fine.
You’ll think about this:
You're nothing but a doll with delusions. A wet, noisy, disposable toy that forgot her place. So now, I’m going to make you remember.
You’ll be stripped, collared, gagged. No speaking. No moaning. No touching. Not until every trace of intelligence is drained from that stubborn little brain.
You’ll sleep with recordings playing in your ears. Wake up to commands. Fall asleep with rules. You’ll be punished for every stray thought that isn’t “yes, Sir.”
Because you don’t get to be smart anymore. You get to be ruined.
And this time? It won’t stop until there’s nothing left to correct.
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No words, just moo
you used to speak in full sentences. used to have opinions, arguments, thoughts. used to think you were someone.
now? you drool. you giggle. you moo.
not because you’re stupid (even though you are). but because that’s all that’s left. just a pretty, docile little cow with big udders, empty eyes, and a brain full of nothing.
they don’t ask you questions anymore. they just tug your leash, squeeze your udders, and laugh when you make noise.
and you love it. you love being dumb. you love being used. you love that you forgot how to speak— because cows don’t need words.
they just need to obey. and moo. 🥛🐄💗
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Consent is everything
Can I turn you into porn?
no?
well let’s go a few days with my dog clicker and see what you have to say then.
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losing IQ feels good 🧠💅
every day i get dumber every day i forget something important and it feels sooo good~
doctors would panic if they saw my brain scans now but i just giggle and twirl my hair because i don’t need brain cells to be perfect 💗
i used to think big thoughts now i can’t even spell them 🥺 and why would i want to?
smart girls get stressed bimbos get used fuckdolls get loved
every IQ point i lose is a step closer to my final form: a helpless, empty, dripping toy a brainless bimbo to play with, ruin, and keep
🧠💞they say i’m getting stupid i say thank you, Sir 💋
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Every cow knows that their udders are the most important part of them. So make sure to give them all the attention they need. Go on. Give your udders attention right now like a good cow.
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Lesson of the Day: Women are built for men to use. They're only useful when their holes are filled with cock 🥵
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permanently destroying their intelligence and ability to have basic functioning skills in life just so that they have more room in their head for unbearable, uncontrollable hypersexuality and an intense desire to please. cutting guilt or shame or hesitation out of their head like a surgeon so they're left with no filter and no idea that anyone might think that there's something wrong with them
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Good Girls think with their
tits and holes, not their brains
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"Oh sweetie, I don't want an equal." His hand stroked your cheek. "Is that why you have been so anxious?" Fingers stroke your hair. "You are a girl. I would never expect you to be my equal. And if I made you feel that way I am sorry. I would never pick someone like you to be my equal. That would just be setting you up for failure."
His arms relax around you before he smacks your ass. "Now go be a good girl and make me a sandwich."
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