Bimbo paint
No one has dreams as soft and wonderful as bimbo-dreams
This dolly was not dressed or gagged by her Master. You can tell from the look in her eyes that her need has been growing all day long until it consumed her every last thought. Upon returning home she cleaned and prepared herself for her Master’s arrival. She wanted to present the most appealing image of an eager little fuckpet. She dressed in her latex bikini that she knew Master loved, and locked herself into the gag. Master would make through use of her tiny little body. Before he was done with her there would be moments when she would reget her decision but she knew that by the time he was done with her, her hunger would finally be satisfied.
” Do you really think your Master will like me dressed like this? “
Truly lovely.
Never underestimate the power of elegance.
Oh my! It’s bimbo heaven.
If your closet looks like this, and choosing which pair of bright and shiny, impossibly high heels is the biggest decision you make in the day, and that is still hard enough to make your head hurt, then you might be a bimbo.
Sometimes you have to dress “normal” (i.e. conservatively). Sometimes it is just not acceptable to let your true bimbo-self shine. In those times keeping just a little bimbo-ness with you can make those times bearable. It’s all about the little things.
Look at how happy she is just being a pretty bimbo who gets to wear heels and latex!
There is something about the look of a beautiful bimbo smile spread across a flawless bimbo-face. I love the way that she eyes and her lips.
She watches the program she’s watched so many times before… and again it reminds her…
“bimbo is better… dumber is funner…”
“all girls should be programmed pleasure puppets like me…”
She giggles and plays with her hair…
Even the red-heeled top girl needs training sessions…
She had done everything He wanted. She got the fake bolt-on-tits. She lived the bimbo life. She woke him every morning with her lips around his cock. She was a pleasing little pleasure puppet, just for him. But sometimes he needed more. Sometimes he needed to take dark things from her tender little body.
…but that wasn’t the case tonight. Tonight she was the one who needed a little darkness. So it was a night tied and bound in Master’s dungeon, subject to all the delicious tortures his wicked mind could conjure. But even when she was getting exactly what she asked for, what she needed most, He was still in control. Always He was in control.
Isn’t she a dish!?!