dumbneedyftmgirly

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

i need to be anything Sir wants like its bigger then just wannting to 🍭🥺✨

She didn't know it, but part of her improvement had happened before she'd even submitted herself to being fixed. It had happened quite a bit earlier, and it had been the planting of the idea that she needed forgiveness. That she had to earn it.

It was like a seed, the idea, and it had only grown. Its roots had spread and wound through everything, every part of her, every thought she had.

Before, she'd been selfish, she'd been a bad girl. She'd tried to make her own choices and only ended up making mistakes. She'd thought she knew best for herself when really she knew nothing. She'd wasted all her potential to be good and useful, and she'd done it thinking she could.

He'd helped her see that.

And so she had to be better, she had to go lower, she had to stop being what she'd been before. She had to work to be what he'd taught her she should be. To make up for all the time she'd wasted being selfish.

All the time she should have been his.

"Turn around. Bend. Legs apart." he said to her, and she did as he told. Her skirt rode up, but she had nothing to hide anymore, and shame wasn't for girls like her anyway. She could feel him looking at her silently for a moment

"Tell me you're sorry."

"I'm sorry."

The words sent a shiver through her.

"Tell me you'll be better."

"I'll be better!"

She said it in a rush, something like panic building in her. Being so exposed to him was making it hard to think straight. She just wanted him to be happy with her.

"Tell me you'll be anything."

"Anything! I'll be anything! Anything you want! Please! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I was bad!"

He waited until she'd finished. She gasped when she felt his hand settle onto her hip. The contact made the panic melt, and all at once everything in her head was quiet. The head of his cock nestled between the lips of her cunt, ready.

"Tel me you'll never think for yourself again."

"I'll never think for myself again," she breathed, trailing off into a blissful sigh as she slid inside her.

"Good girl. You're getting there."

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

i love wearing my collar 🥰✨🍭🩵its like all extra ovious that liek im owned and i belong to Sir ✨🍭🥰

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

Sir said that being all denide for like so long isnt going to be very like common and like its like realy nice feeling becuase like its soooo hard not being allowd to touch for so long 🥺✨🍭im realy lucky Sir lets me play as much as he does! 🥰🩵🍭 and liek i just need to be all good like and not playing for like…some more days 🥺 i can do that 🥺 im Sirs good girl like always 🥺 hard things are like easyer when there for Sir ✨🍭

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

im a desprate needy toy 🍭✨

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

Love when edging becomes like mindless

Laying back and rubbing and rubbing and then suddenly it’s been like an hour and you haven’t thought at all that whole time?

Bliss. Bimbo bliss 💕

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

ive been tryiyn to practise this becuase Sir wants me to and like its so hard 🥺i neeeeed to be how my owner wants tho so im gonna get better! 🥰✨🍭and liek its specialy good time for me to practise like thsi week since im not allowd to touch for….another week???

Focus on moving your hips in circles and arcs. Watch yourself in the mirror or record yourself to see your progress. The goal is to make the movements look smooth and fluid. It will feel silly at first, and you will probably be self-conscious. Look at this girl, though. She has mastered the technique, and does SHE look silly?

It all comes down to confidence. If you practice your moves and perform them with confidence Men (and most women) won't be able to look away.

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

i just like got home and laid down on my bed and was ljke i finaly get to play! and then i remwmbered im not allowed 🥺 i need to be good for Sir and Sir lieks me extra needy and not being allowd to touch is definitly makeing me all extra extra neeedy 🥺 even nkt playing is for Sir 🍭🩵✨

after this morning im not allowed to play for likeeee a whole week like untillll next saturday night maybe? im gonna be the needyest dumbest girl 🥺✨ but like thats how my owner likes me snd like i neeeed to be how my owner wants! its gonna be the longest time i havent been allowed to touch ever im pretty sure but like Sir says that some girls are never allowd to touch 🥺 thats like a really scary thought like i like playing so much like what would i even do?🥺✨im realy lucky Sir lets me play with my cunt so much 🥰🍭but like im for Sir and Sir matters most🍭🩵

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

theres something like ✨extra special feely✨ about like when Sir calls me his like whether its just like that im his or like his girl or his candi or his favourite toy or likw his anything realy ✨🍭🥺its like big remindy that im spwcially for him✨🥰im completly for my owner

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

after this morning im not allowed to play for likeeee a whole week like untillll next saturday night maybe? im gonna be the needyest dumbest girl 🥺✨ but like thats how my owner likes me snd like i neeeed to be how my owner wants! its gonna be the longest time i havent been allowed to touch ever im pretty sure but like Sir says that some girls are never allowd to touch 🥺 thats like a really scary thought like i like playing so much like what would i even do?🥺✨im realy lucky Sir lets me play with my cunt so much 🥰🍭but like im for Sir and Sir matters most🍭🩵

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

i shouldnt have read this at work like when i have to be all pretendy byt i couldnt stop myself 🥺✨im just to dumband to needy! 🥺 Sirs my whole world ✨🍭 Sir makes me all better for him

The weekend

Monday. Back at work. Again.

You really don't like work at all. You're not sure anyone does, really, but probably not for the same reasons as you. At work you have to pretend to be someone you're not

Someone you used to be, maybe. Someone they expect. But not you.

Not anymore.

Sir has made you into something so much better than the girl you were before. A new girl in a lot of ways. A different girl. But you still have to pretend sometimes, and it gets harder all the time. Having to act like you can think for yourself, that you're not stupid. It's not you.

You have to play along. You find yourself standing with a few of the people you work with. Around a water cooler, in fact. Just standing, talking. None of it means anything, and most of it isn't going in for you anyway. Just giggling and nodding and agreeing, all a reflex.

And then they ask you what you did over the weekend.

You could tell them a lie. You usually do. You usually tell them something bland and generic, the sort of thing they'd expect to hear. It's not a question anyone expects a proper answer to anyway.

But that feels wrong now, somehow. Now, you feel a need to be honest. It sits in your head, stopping your normal answer in its tracks. He probably put it there, that feeling. He probably made it so you'd want to be honest and tell them everything. Knowing that just makes it stronger.

Harder to fight.

Impossible to fight. You need to be honest.

"Sir is making me better."

It slips out before you even think to stop it.

Everyone heard it. Everyone's looking at you. Too late now.

So you just keep going. You need to be honest.

"Sir is fixing me. He goes into my head and takes out everything bad and only lets me keep the good bits, the bits he wants. I only think what Sir thinks now. I'm only allowed to think what Sir wants me to think. I'm happy. I'm safe."

It's good to be honest. You shouldn't hide what a good girl Sir has made you. People should know. They asked. You need to tell them.

Sir is inside your thoughts and you have no choice.

You bite your lip and you keep going.

"I sucked Sir's cock and he stroked my hair and told me what a good girl I was. Nothing else mattered. Sir was my whole world. Sir is my whole world. When he came I didn't spill a drop, that's how he's trained me. I'm Sir's perfect cocksucker, it's what my mouth is really for. It's not meant for talking, it's meant for sucking cock."

There was a time before when saying anything like this would have been unthinkable for you, but it's not a time you can really remember now. There's a lot you can't remember now. So much he's got rid of, so much you didn't know you didn't need. You don't know how much he's taken away. You don't need to know.

They're all staring at you. You're too dumb to know what the look on their faces means. One girl has her mouth hanging open. It doesn't matter.

You're panting a little now. The memory of the weekend is too much. The thoughts of Sir are too much. He's your whole world.

"Sir had me play for him, too. I was porn for Sir. I dressed up and showed off for him. I spread my legs and played and moaned so he could watch and listen. Sir had me hump his leg like a needy slut. I was blank and totally his. I didn't cum. I never cum. It isn't for me. Sir cums. He took them away to make me better."

You've never cum. You know that for a fact. They're not for you, so you never have. It's simple. It's a fact. Sir told you and Sir knows best.

"Sir is making me better," you say again. The words are reflex. They sit so perfectly in your head and slip out so easily and with so little effort that you know for sure he put them there. That makes them so much better to say. It's another bit of him inside you forever.

After that you're not sure what else to say. You're so wet you can't really think straight, not that you're usually able to think that straight anyway. The urge to start playing is strong but you haven't got your collar on or special permission from Sir so you know you're not allowed. So you just stand and feel all fuzzy.

Eventually, as the silence just goes on, you look at the girl closest to you, the one whose mouth is still hanging open.

"What did you do?" You ask her.

The girl blinks. She's flushed.

"... uh..."

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

candi is for Sir ans Sir matters most and im always getting betterer for Sir and it makes me all happy 🩵✨🍭

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

im Sirs stupid girl 🩵🍭

You used to be able to do this, you think. You can't remember.

It's so hard to think.

You try a few more times but get nowhere. You can't do it.

And so you have to go and ask him for help. Again.

He sees you coming and you can tell from his face that he knows you're coming to ask him for help. He knows you can't do it yourself.

He knows you're stupid.

And that makes you wet.

Maybe when you started it was different. Maybe. You don't remember him looking at you like that at the start. At the beginning he might have even thought you were smart.

Not now though.

He looks at you like he's seeing a stupid, helpless little girl. Because he is. Because that's you now. You don't know when it happened, you can't remember. But it has.

You're a stupid, helpless little girl.

And you can't go back, you can't fix it. You don't know how. You're too stupid. You'd do it wrong even if you knew how, and you don't. You'd need help.

Maybe you should ask him.

Ask him to help you go back to being smart, and not stupid and helpless. Help you be able to think straight without losing focus and staring into space. Help it be so that you don't get wet when you realise how stupid you are now.

Or maybe he'd just make you worse. Maybe he thinks you're a lost cause. Maybe he'd make it so you couldn't do anything without his help.

Maybe if you ask him to help fix you, he'd break you anyway, because he could. For fun. Dumb you so far down there'd be no coming back.

You know you shouldn't hope he does, but you're so wet it's obvious you do.

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

Dummy tip

The stupider you look while rubbing your needy pussy the gooder it feels! Try it! I like to stick my tongue out, drool all over my tits, make pathetic noises, and cross my eyes hehe I look so silly and stupid it just makes me more wet and needy

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

She felt him inside her still. Warm, heavy.

He'd finished fucking her a few minutes before he'd brought her around to meet his friends. She hadn't cum because she was a good girl and he hadn't let her. He had, inside her. Pulling out, he'd given her a kiss on the cheek and an instruction:

"Don't let it leak out."

Her underwear was in his pocket. She was wearing the skirt he liked seeing her in best. She was having to concentrate so hard, keeping her legs clenched shut as she stood close by him. He was talking to his friends, joking, but none of it was going in for her. All she could think about was what he'd told her.

Was that feeling her getting wet, or a little bit of him trickling out?

"Isn't that right?" He asks, turning to her.

She doesn't know. Even if she'd been paying attention she wouldn't know. The way he looks at her makes her feel so stupid. A giggle slips out. It's all she would have been able to say anyway. She's too dumb to answer most questions.

The hand he had on her waist gives her a little squeeze. That and the giggle is too much. For a second her brain goes beautifully, blissfully blank. By the time she can think again she can tell there's a little trail of cum running from her cunt and down the inside of her leg.

She moans. She can't help it. It's only small, only quiet, but it's there.

She freezes.

They're all still talking, laughing.

No-one noticed. No-one seemed to notice.

It was close. She goes back to trying to concentrate, trying to ignore the feeling of it running further and further down her leg. She can do it.

Then he's leaning into her. His mouth is right by her ear.

"Good girl," he whispers.

She never had a chance. She moans, louder this time, loud enough no-one could pretend it was anything else and loud enough anyone could notice. Her brain switches off completely. His cum dribbles out of her. Most runs down her leg. Some drips into little spots on the floor between her legs.

His mouth is still by her ear.

"You've got something on your leg. You should clean it off."

No thinking, her brain is still off. Panting softly, eyes half-closed, she puts a hand down and wipes the cum from her leg, getting it onto her fingers. The fingers go up, the fingers go into her mouth. She sucks them clean, moaning again. Everyone's watching but she doesn't know, she can't even notice.

It's only afterwards, only once a few thoughts start coming back. Then she notices the way they're all looking at her now, notices the taste in her mouth and the feeling between her legs. Only then does she know.

And she blushes.

And she giggles.

Because she failed, but she knows she was supposed to. It was what he wanted, and doing what he wanted makes her a good girl.

His hand gives her another little squeeze and she feels even warmer inside than she did when she'd been full of his cum. Such a good girl.

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

today i like learned more things like my owner could choose about me and like its like scary being changed but like fuck im just like completely totaly his ✨🍭i likw need to be anything he wants me to be

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

hows a dumb girl like me sposed to focus on like people things like work when all i can think about is my owner and being my owners good girl and edging and all the thoughts dripping out and my owner and being full of his cum and cleaning off his cock and his hand cupping my cunt and his finger running up and down it to tease me and being called a good girl and being perfect for my owner and Sir using me to get off and cock and sucking cock and Sirs cock and Sirs cock filling my cunt and being Sirs and Sir and

[dumbneedyftmgirly]

i forgot to put my tag back on after my shower and like i feel all like missing without it? at least i get to go home and put it on soon!