#goth bimbo

[laviemorteart]

Who else is a One Piece fan???🖤🏴‍☠️

[stellasuccubus]

[valentineodium]

[kittyeatzboyzz]

Guess who’s baackkkk😋🕸️

[4bstraktions]

[livingde4ddoll]

𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱˚˖𓍢ִ໋🔪͙֒✧˚.🫀

[eveblazebabi]

Have you ever seen a goth girl twerk? 🖤

[bimbotrainerbrighton]

This is your future when you do as I tell you. Watching the spiral twice a day, walking you around the mall while you're dressed in skimpy clothing, making sure all your holes are trained for easy use.

Bimbos don't need to think, they just need to obey.

[chaosprincess404]

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜

I need a new play toy…..

Taking applications

🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

[erinsaiart]

Bimbo Villainesses

[laviemorteart]

My body looked so cute I had to share 🖤

[stellasuccubus]

[kittyeatzboyzz]

See something you like?😻⛓️

[becoming-less-than]

Master told me I needed to make a post about how I feel when we are done with a training session. Our sessions are a lot of conditioning through association of pleasure with the things Master wants me to internalize. Lots of hypno gifs filled with the best most humiliating and most degrading debaucheries that make me soo aroused and needy, truths he wants me to repeat and internalize until they become second nature and irrefutable. We opted for this kind of training because conventional hypnosis is hard for me my Autistic ADHD dyslexic brain gets easily distracted, or starts correcting grammar, meter, syntax and diction, or the voice of the tist just grates and I tend not to be able to relax into trance. Regardless Master has opted to undermine my current self with pleasure through edging and controlled orgasms. I initially thought this would be mostly ineffective, that it wouldn’t achieve desired results but I am more than able to admit when I am wrong.

Our third such session caused me to drop into a headspace I don’t think I have ever experienced before that time. It was like trying to think through honey. My thoughts felt slow and seemed to stick together in a way that made articulating them very hard. I felt spacey and spaced out like I had disassociated but instead of boredom or distraction being the trigger it was pleasure. Just kind like lost in this syrupy sweet haze of pleasure and contentment that slowed everything down in a way that not even the best drugs or hours of meditation have ever achieved. I was trying to provide feedback on the session so Master could more effectively continue to brainwash me and that analytical process did seem to cause the feeling to burn away quite a bit more quickly than it might have otherwise, but threads of it lingered for over an hour in various corners of my mind.

It was during our fourth session, and my second drop into the warm comforting embrace that he broke my sexual orientation. That he made me accept the reality that I crave cock. Ache to serve cock. To suck cock. To be fucked by cock. And the haze felt even better I struggled to articulate thoughts into sentences, to find words for discrete ideas, to remember what I’d done that day other than edge for Master because he told me to; to repeat the truths he spoke into being within me; and to cum because he commanded me. That sweet honeyed haze lasted until I fell asleep that night almost two hours later.

I awoke with the sticky gossamer of it wrapped around my mind the next morning. It urged me to let go and fall back tried to tempt me into seeking it back out and surrender. I managed to hold off long enough to complete essential tasks,but when they were done, I begged Master to let me edge and he graced me with my fifth session. One that left me appreciably dumb and slow and spacey and blissed for several hours before my next commitment during my day. However, when that commitment ended Master gave me a 6th session I was utterly unprepared for and hadn’t expected.

It left me broken in the wake of it feeling like my head was abuzz with the pleasure of obedience, of pleasing my Master, of being his dumb bimbo cow slut. I literally couldn’t remember the words I was looking for when Master asked me to describe the feeling. I told him “I feel like my head is full of buzzing insects, the cute ones, that are good for the environment and plants, that make honey… bees” it took me nearly 3 minutes to remember the word “bees” and that small humiliation was in and of itself arousing but drove home to me just what an impact this work I am doing with Master is having on me. Things linger longer after each session, I crave them more in between, and I fall deeper, get dumber, and better understand the bliss of service and obedience with each one; they are changing me and I love it!!!

Thank you Master for your time and effort in making me your pleasing dumb bimbo cow. I hope this meets your expectations; and that that success means I’ve been a good girl. Moo! 🖤

[deathbythigh]

Yes, it’s see-through 🖤

[eveblazebabi]

Can I sit on your face while I smoke?