goreanmann

[goreanmann]

Quick question for the girls of bimbo-land

I'm working on a post about what makes dumb bimbos so hott and I could use some counter examples. So My question for all the girls out there in bimbo-land, whether you're a bimbo or just like fantasizing about being a bimbo, is this...

What are some of the things that you stress or worry about that you wish you didn't?

What are some things that you spend too much time and energy thinking about that you wish you didn't?

Please feel free to either message me privately with your answers or to reblog with your answers. Whichever you feel more comfortable with. I appreciate the help

[goreanmann]

sooo i love bimbo kink, always have, but after a long break im returning to it post-transition and actually trying to practice it (!!) with the support of my wife (The Boss around here) the thing is, i can do my nails, dye my hair, wear short skirts and high heels, do my makeup perfect, edge myself stupid... but theres stuff i can never change about myself.... and anyway its stuff that the Boss finds hot or cute or just neutral anyway, that didnt bother me so much until i dove back into Bimboland just lately ive started looking for content with the bimbo aesthetic but more agnostic about bodies; still plenty of classic hourglass blondes, but also chubby sluts, disabled babes, trans cuties, nonbinary hotties... people i can see myself in, if i put in the work

i guess my question to You, as someone who helped me define my idea of what a bimbo is way back when... is this still bimbo? Or do i call it something else? (hyperfemme? femmebo?) thanks for your smart Man thoughts on this😉💖✨

First off congratulations on finding your way back to bimbo land, all that you have achieved in your own bimboification, and certainly not least finding a loving partner who supports you in your bimbo journey. May we all be so lucky.

As for your question, what you are really asking is "What is a bimbo?" "Is there anything that disqualifies someone from being a bimbo?" This is not an easy question to answer. Plenty of blogs have dedicated many posts, and many many words trying to answer this question. I usually find that I agree with some to most of their definitions but they always feel incomplete or partially incorrect. What about this? Or What about that? Etc.

The idea of coming up with one definition of what is and is a bimbo has always appealed to me, but is also so daunting I have never done it. (I may have tried. This blog has been around a LOOOOONG time. But I don't remember ever coming up with a definition I was happy with.) But you are in luck. I think I may have hit on a good definition of what qualifies as a "bimbo".

Let's be clear. I love bimbos. Obviously! Bimbos are awesome. but to define "bimbo" we need to go back to its roots, which is unfortunately an insult. "Bimbo" was originally an insult that women used against other women. 😢

If you look carefully at who was the target of this insult it wasn't always dumb women, or younger women, or women with bigger boobs. Sometimes it was, sure, but those qualities were not the common denominator. "Bimbo" was used against any woman that the woman using the term felt threatened by, with the objective of invalidating her worth by labeling her a bimbo.

You're at a backyard BBQ, your best friend shows up in a bikini top and a thin wrap around skirt, so predictably, all the Men are swarming around her not giving you the time of day. "What a bimbo!" (This was your best friend remember.)

Your Husband has a new 20 something secretary? "What a bimbo!"

You're at the gym and a girl walks by and all the Men's heads turn? "What a bimbo!" Never mind that she kills herself at the gym 5 days a week for that body. That she would work so hard for something so superficial, that just makes her MORE of a bimbo!

You're at a cocktail party and your date can't tear Himself away from a conversation with the astrophysicist who just wrote a book redefining the age of the universe. It can't be that everyone else at the party is a complete bore. She must be a bimbo. Is she dumb? Obviously not (see her 2 PHd.'s). Big boobs? No pert little B cups at best. Dressed overly sexy? Sorta but this is a cocktail party after all, the point is kinda to dress fancy, and if you're honest with yourself your dress shows more cleavage. Heels? Half an inch taller than yours. There it is! "What a bimbo!"

So how does "bimbo" as an insult get us to a positive definition for those of us that love bimbos? Well here it is "A bimbo is anyone who prioritizes being sexually &/or romantically appealing over being respected &/or accepted by other women."

Have you noticed that Men tend to go after the dumb and ditzy type so you have chosen to down play your intelligence and just giggle instead, even though your girlfriends try to shame you for it? "Good girl! What a bimbo!"

Do you love the looks you get from Men when you wear tight fitting clothes more than you care about the disapproving stares you get from other women? "Good girl! What a bimbo!"

Did you get a boob job (or are thinking about getting a boob job) even though you know that most women will never take you seriously ever again? "Good girl! What a bimbo!"

And that's what I personally find so attractive about bimbos. That Pleasing Me, being attractive to Me, is so important to a girl that she would willingly, happily even, suffer the disapproval of the sisterhood, That I find highly erotic.

So let's get back to your question... "Are chubby sluts, disabled babes, trans cuties, and non-binary hotties bimbos?" Well they can be. But strange as this will sound, since we're talking about bimbos, you've got to look in their minds. What do they care about? If it's pleasing their partner, or potential partners, then they absolutely are bimbos. If not, If they care about other stuff, that's okay too, but In that case we would need to find another term for them.

Lastly, this is for all the dumb bimbos out there in bimbo land. I know this has had a lot of words and you probably tuned out a long time ago. If not I apologize for the headache. Here is the bimbo friendly summary

"A bimbo is a girl who cares more about being sexy than she cares what a bunch or boing ol' biddies think about her."

[goreanmann]

Straight out of Stepford!

So hott!!!

[goreanmann]

Milk. It does a body good.

Ola Wanserska 🇵🇱

[goreanmann]

she can stay.

[goreanmann]

Brunette bimbo perfection!

[goreanmann]

You know what the best thing about "acting" dumb is?

We all have this tendency to resist and react negatively when people don't act the way we have come to expect them to. It's one of the reasons why change is so hard.

So, the more you "act" dumb the more they will expect it, and the more they will respond negatively whenever you try to act smart.

The dumber you act the more everyone around you will unconsciously push you further down the path.

So keep acting dumb. The more you do it the easier it gets.

And besides we all know it was never really an act anyway.

I want more hypno in my tiny brain please send me

[goreanmann]

I love how eager she is to please, and how happy she is about all of it. I hope that she gets the choking she deserves when they get home.

Good bimbos deserve to be used.

[goreanmann]

I am a big believer is celebrating the accomplishments of bimbos. Whether it is weight loss or other fitness goals, getting their first boob job, mastering a make up technique, or succumbing to some bimbo programing or other mental changes. It all deserves to be praised.

So here is a hearty congratulations and a well earned "good girl" to @bimbodolljade. That's a big bimbo step. Here's hoping that the rest of your bimbo journey is filled with lots of smiles and giggles, and ultimately ends in the bliss of being owned by a good Man, who will enjoy all the good work you have done to become the best bimbo you can be.

Some time ago I saw a post of someone doing an IQ test before and after listening to the bambi files, so today I decided to try it myself...

This is the before and after.

The second time I took it I felt like there were so many boring questions that made no sense at all, but I was really happy at the end knowing my IQ was below average!

I was just a bit sad that there was no pink in the colors of the new result...

[goreanmann]

Aww... I'm glad she has a friend.

2 of us?

[goreanmann]

Look at this bimbo!

The girl who gets fake tits like this is not expecting to be taken seriously. she knows that people will assume that she doesn't have a real thought in her pretty little head. The kind of girl who asks the surgeon to stuff her tiny frame with fuckdoll tits, wants to make cocks hard. It is her primary goal in life to be pleasing to Men. she expects to be used.

Good girl.

YesBabyLisa

[goreanmann]

As a bimbo it is beri important that you surround yourself with inspirational images of your goals, and to practice being just like them every day.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[goreanmann]

I love this story!

I am not, personally a fan of complete orgasm denial. I don't want my bimbo to never again get to cum. I am more along the lines of training her so that orgasms are special treats that can only be enjoyed with MY permission. I want you desperate to cum. I want you constantly distracted wondering when I am going to let you cum. I want your tiny little brain constantly working trying to come up with good girl things that you could do to earn the reward of a brain rattling orgasm.

BUT! What I do love about this story is the idea of regular and systematic thought training. Imagine a relationship with me where a typical date night is you submitting to Me training bad thoughts out of your head, and putting in good happy bimbo ideas. One by one. Day by day. Week by week. Year after year. All those bad thoughts will get trained out, until you are My perfect, little happy bimbo girl.

I’m kneeling on the floor, legs spread, my cunt exposed, ordered to remain in this position.

You fractionated and edged me for hours, I’m a puddle of subby arousal and eager desire to obey.

You’re standing over me, next to you a cane and a wand.

“We’re going to train your thoughts now”

You say with a wicked smile.

“It’s really easy, all you need to do is be honest with me, and let the new thoughts in obediently. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

You push the wand on my clit.

“Goood girl. Obedience feels good, it’s arousing and hot. You like to obey.”

You take the wand away.

“Now, remember, be honest. You still sometimes wish you could have an orgasm, isn’t that right?”

Fearfully, but obediently I nod. “Yes Sir”

You smack me on my thigh with the cane. “I know. Now say, admit your bad thoughts”

“I sometimes want to orgasm”

*smack*

“Again.”

“I sometimes…”

*smack*

“Again”

“I… “

“Shh shh it’s okay. Now think about denial. How good it feels.”

You say as you press the wand on my clit again.

“Tell me how good it feels to stay denied.”

“The pleasure feels so good, so hot, so nice”

“Yes it does.”

You pause the vibe.

“And what do you think of orgasms? Do you like them?” You say as you pick up the cane again.

“Nnnnoo, I don’t like orgasms.”

You put the cane aside.

“That’s right. And why is that? “

“Because orgasms are bad. Denial is better.”

You turn the vibe back on.

“Say that again”

“Orgasms are bad. Denial is better.”

“That’s a good girl.”

[goreanmann]

If you have ever attempted tried to settle an argument fight with your friend with a boobie bounce off, you might be a bimbo.

Bimbo best friend goals 💓

[goreanmann]

she can stay.

Aurelia A

[goreanmann]

This story is both beautiful and hott 'n' sexy!

I hope that @littlebimbohousewife , myself, and everyone else who dreams of this sort of thing can make it a reality for themselves with a loving and like minded partner.

i smile when i hear the garage door opening and quickly take off my apron and hang it neatly on a hook. dinner is basically ready, of course, and i freshened up a few minutes ago, all in preparation of the moment my Husband arrives home. He doesnt like when im still working on anything when He walks in the door, He says it makes Him feel like i wasnt properly ready for Him.

He likes a few moments of silence when He gets home, to take off His shoes and jacket and put on the fresh slippers i always have ready for Him. i straighten my dress and squeeze my thighs together as i wait for the appropriate time to greet Him.

at last, He walks through the entry way and i smile sweetly, my excitement at seeing Him radiating through. "hello my Love," i say, kissing him gently. "how was Your day?"

"It was good." He pulls me against Him, and kisses me again. His kiss is different from mine, possessive and dominant, and i melt against Him. my feminine energy relaxing into His Masculine energy as i submit entirely to Him. "Better now."

i blink, dazed, and not quite sure what he means. ive completely forgotten what we were talking about, but i know better than to ask. it doesnt matter if i know whats going on. so i smile, and i can tell He sees my confusion in my hazy, lust adled gaze because He smiles indulgently and pets my cheek.

"Such a good girl. I love it when you look at me like that, like there's not a thought in your head. Only obedience. Only the need to submit."

my smile fades as my expression slackens and my pussy clenches at His words. "please." i dont know what im begging for, its just the only word that will come to me, the only one that feels right.

He kisses me again until my knees are weak and my head is empty and when He pulls back, He grins, "You're distracting me. Tell me, what's for dinner?"

He smacks my ass, and i jump at the contact, the pleasure-pain clearing up my head just a little. "salmon with creamed leeks and potatoes, asparagus on the side."

He hums appreciatively. "Sounds delicious sweetheart, I'm sure it will be great."

"thank you, Darling." i cant help but blush at His compliments. "ill make sure its on the table for you at 6:30 on the dot, and in the meantime, You can relax. watch a show, listen to music, whatever You want to do to unwind, and i can make You a drink."

"Alright sweetheart, I think I'm in the mood for one of your whiskey smashes. You can find me in the den." He presses another firm kiss to my mouth and walks away. i shake myself out of my stupor and get to work. my Man needs a drink and i have to check on dinner if i want it on the table at His prefered time.

i float along as i make everything just right. when i step into the den, drink on a tray, my Husband looks up and smiles. i cant help but smile back. i love having Him home. everything is so much simpler when He's around to instruct me. it can be difficult being on my own at home, sometimes, but luckily, He has me trained well enough that i can manage everything when He's at work. He works so hard, the least i can do is make everything at home perfect for Him, even if it does tax my little brain sometimes.

but nothing beats the feeling of melting entirely into His control when He's here.

He takes the drink and i wait for Him to take a sip, to ensure His satisfaction. but instead of dismissing me He looks at me thoughtfully. "Dinner just about done?"

i nod. "everything is being kept warm. i only need to set the table."

"Good." He sets the drink on a coaster and then reaches for my arm and tugs me into his lap. "Then I have a few ideas on how you can help me unwind."

i giggle as i settle on his lap. He guides my legs so im straddling Him and i feel His cock getting hard beneath me. "oh yeah?"

"Yeah." He unbottons the front of my dress, exposing my lacy bra. He hums happily and brings my tits out, exposing them to the cool air. His hands grope at my flesh, a wonderful, warm contrast and i cant help but moan and push my tits even more firmly into His hands.

He lowers His head and His lips close around my nipple. my mouth falls open in a cry of ecstasy. the sounds He likes to hear are all trained into me so well theyre nothing but instinct now. i dont even need to think about it. which is good because i cant think of much of anything when He plays with me like this.

i cry out again when He snakes a hand under my skirts and presses His thumb against my clit. "Do you remember what you were like before?" He asks, moving His fingers in a way that makes my head spin.

"b-before?" i manage to choke out, because i know He expects an answer.

"Before we were married." He clarifies, stuffing two fingers into my pussy as He talks. im so wet they glide in without resistance.

"i um... i dont- dont think-" im so turned on its like my whole body is weak with it. i lean my forehead against His cheek as my muscles go a bit limp.

"That's right, my love," He coos at me, kissing my temple in a way that might have been chaste if He wasn't three fingers deep in my cunt. "You don't think. You leave that nasty business to me. Silly girls like you don't need to think. Your big strong man does that for you. Isn't that right?"

"yes Darling." i barely understand what im agreeing to but i know He's right. He always is. im so lucky my Husband is so smart. i never have to do any thinking at all when Hes around.

"What if I told you what you were like before we were married?" He asks, swiping His thumb against my clit.

"ah! ah!" i cry out and he takes it as agreement.

"Alright, sweet girl, I'll tell you, but you're not allowed to cum until the end of the story, alright?"

i grip His shoulders, knowing that im not allowed to touch while He has His fun, and i try to nod. its not a good enough answer, and He grips my hair and pulls on it just enough to sting. "Alright?"

"yes my Love. no cumming until a-ah! after the story."

He smiles and kisses my hair. "Good girl. Now you were quite a spitfire when we first met. I'm not sure if you remember, but you used to have a whole plan to be a big tough career gal."

i frown in muzzy confusion. that doesnt sound much like me at all. girls are no good in the workplace. maybe as a secretary or an assistant, but even then the goal ought to be finding a good husband.

"You used to talk all the time about how girls could do anything a man can do. Isn't that silly?" He pinches my clit and i gasp.

"s-silly!" i agree, mindlessly humping His hand. "so silly!"

"Shh," He soothes me, though He doesn't slow His movements. "No cumming yet. You also used to complain about men all the time, do you remember? You would say that men were pigs, that they were entitled assholes standing in the way of gender equality."

my head spun with all this information. none of this sounded like me at all. i almost wanted to cry thinking about ever calling a man something so unkind.

"You said you were a feminist. A strong woman who could take care of herself. But an independent woman would have been able to handle her own finances, could have fixed a flat on her own without asking for help. An independent woman would have been able to handle all the challenges life threw at her without feeling anxious and depressed all the time." His voice sounds kind, sympathetic, even as He brings His head down and bites at my nipple. i jolt in his lap and it takes all my limited strength and willpower not to cum right there. "You believed you were a strong, independent woman, but I could see the good girl in you, wanting to come out."

i whine, trying to listen to the story and not cum at the same time requires all my concentration. drool gathers at the corner of my mouth and i didnt have the capacity to stop it from flowing down my chin.

"In the end it didn't take much. All I had to do was show you how much better it was to embrace your true nature. To submit to me as your Husband and Master. All I had to do was take care of you like a man ought to take care of his woman, and your submission blossomed like a flower under my hands."

i moan. this part i did remember. the way he would open doors and pull out chairs for me, his hand always on the small of my back, or resting on my hip, paying for all our dates, taking charge of our schedule and telling me what our plans were. He was a perfect gentleman, one who knew what He wanted and went after it. i had never met a man like Him before. i had been completely smitten. He had taken control of my life directly from my hands, not by force, but by showing me He was worthy of having it, and convincing me to give it to Him.

"You were always meant for this. To be my little housewife, to cook and clean and be my perfect little fucktoy." He crooks His fingers inside me, mercilessly hitting a spot that makes me see stars.

"yes! yes!" i moan. "yours. please!" my brain was wrecked, no coherent thoughts could enter my head.

He smiles. "Are you a feminist now? Are you strong and independent?"

i bury my face in His neck as i my body writhes on top of Him, pleasure coursing through me even as i hold off from cumming. its almost painful at this point i want to cum so badly. "no Master." i sob. "im weak and submissive. im a fucktoy not a feminist."

its easy to say these words even as turned on as i am. the words are etched into my brain, ive repeated them so often.

"Good girl," He croons. "Such a good girl." He pulls His fingers out of me, and for a terrible second im afraid He changed his mind. But then, with His hands off me, He says, "Cum."

i cum so hard i feel pressure behind my eyes. i must be screaming because i can feel my vocal cords vibrating, but my vision is white and my ears only hear the blood rushing through my body as i shiver and shake in His arms.

eventually i come down and am vaguely aware of my Husband's gentle voice telling me how good i am, how well i did. "Do you feel that?" He asks, rubbing my back as i realize tears are flowing down my face. "The power I have over you? I don't even need to touch you to have complete control of your pleasure, your body, your mind. You belong to me entirely."

"yes" i agree softly. "yes. thank you Master. thank you."

He puts his hands on either side of my face and makes me look at Him. He scans my expression, and once He's sure that im happy and unharmed, He smiles in a way that makes my stomach swoop. "You're cute as a button, baby doll." He says, nuzzling his nose against mine. i grin dopily. "Do you know what a feminist is?"

i frown, the word pulling at my near empty brain. "uh... a mean girl?" i guess, and He laughs.

"That's right, sweetheart. A feminist is a mean girl who doesn't know her place. And that's not you, is it?"

i shake my head.

"Good girl," He praises, then reaching over to the nearby couch, He grabs a throw pillow and puts in on the floor, carefully lowering me down until i knelt on top of it. "Now why don't you show me what a good girl does with her mouth?"

a bright, happy light fills me at both the praise and the sensation of being put in my most natural place by my Husband. eager to please Him, i bring His cock out and show Him exactly what a good girl does with her mouth.

i keep my eyes wide and on Him as i kiss the tip of His cock, as i worship His cock with my lips and tongue. nothing else matters but His pleasure.

if i had thoughts in my head, i might have thought about how lucky i was to have such a caring Husband, who knew that my legs were still too wobbly after He let me cum. how considerate He was, giving me an opportunity to steady myself before i went back to work setting the table. how sweet and thoughtful He was to put a pillow down before putting me on my knees.

but i couldnt think about any of that. not with His cock in my mouth, the taste of it salty and musky and addicting. i didnt notice my sore jaw, or my watering eyes, or the scrape of his blunt fingernails against my scalp. i was His to use.

when He cums, He does it over my tits. then He gently wipes the tears and drool off of my face with my skirt, and buttons my dress up over the mess of cum on my chest. He doesnt bother to fix my bra. i can feel my nipples rubbing against the fabric of the dress, which clings to me as it soaks up the cooling cum, making me shiver.

"Go freshen up your face, but don't change your dress." He instructs, putting His cock back in His pants and picking up His drink. "I'll wait here while you do that, and set the table for dinner. It's already past 6:30."

i stand as gracefully as i can and nod. "of course Darling. ill be as quick as i can, You just relax."

i bend down to kiss Him lightly on the lips, and His hand wraps around my throat, not tightly, just enough to keep me there. His other hand trails down my face and His thumb teases at my lips. i open automatically and suck. "Such a good wife." He murmurs, then He gives my ass a proper smack and sends me on my way, a smile on my face.

joy bubbles in my heart at the words. such a good wife. and in my heart i know He's right. i am.

i am.

[goreanmann]

Straight out of Stepford!

I approve