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Your happy smiles bring warmth to my day :)

Your happy smiles bring warmth to my day :)

One of the first boners I ever had.
(Total Recall 1990)

One of the first boners I ever had.

(Total Recall 1990)

September can be a hard time of year. The weather is cooling down, the bikinis are being put away, and even the most flamboyant of bimbos have to bow to the realities of weather. (No one likes a frozen bimbo.) And on top of all that it’s time to head back to school.
So to help the month pass a little more smoothly, until we can start getting excited about the sexy costumes of Halloween, it’s my pleasure to bring you School Girl September. Can you think of a better way to beat the post summer blues than a month of sexy (+18) school girls?
And this busty asian bimbo doll is beri nice addition to those efforts. Enjoy.

September can be a hard time of year. The weather is cooling down, the bikinis are being put away, and even the most flamboyant of bimbos have to bow to the realities of weather. (No one likes a frozen bimbo.) And on top of all that it’s time to head back to school.

So to help the month pass a little more smoothly, until we can start getting excited about the sexy costumes of Halloween, it’s my pleasure to bring you School Girl September. Can you think of a better way to beat the post summer blues than a month of sexy (+18) school girls?

And this busty asian bimbo doll is beri nice addition to those efforts. Enjoy.

Classy as fuck!

I approve.

If your goal every time you put yourself together for the day, is to make your Man think of this every time He looks at you…
…well first of, Good Girl!
..and you might be a bimbo.

If your goal every time you put yourself together for the day, is to make your Man think of this every time He looks at you…

…well first of, Good Girl!

..and you might be a bimbo.

If you were wondering how Denise Milani could get any hotter, all you had to was put her in a collar.

If you were wondering how Denise Milani could get any hotter, all you had to was put her in a collar.

So in need of instruction, so in need of someone to do her thinking for her, so in need of some one to tell her what to do that you would feel bad if you didn’t make her yours. 

So in need of instruction, so in need of someone to do her thinking for her, so in need of some one to tell her what to do that you would feel bad if you didn’t make her yours. 

makeupbag:

 

I SO approve!

makeupbag:

 

I SO approve!

As anna bell slipped each piece of delicate lace over her lovely body she felt all her worries about the wedding slip away. By the time she got to her stockings she had forgotten about who was sitting next to who, she had forgotten whether or not the florist had matched the place settings to her bouquet, and she had all together stopped caring if  the guests who had RSVP’d fish, chicken, or vegetarian would get the proper plate tonight at the reception dinner. All that anna bell cared about now was that her new Husband and Owner found her pleasing.

As anna bell slipped each piece of delicate lace over her lovely body she felt all her worries about the wedding slip away. By the time she got to her stockings she had forgotten about who was sitting next to who, she had forgotten whether or not the florist had matched the place settings to her bouquet, and she had all together stopped caring if  the guests who had RSVP’d fish, chicken, or vegetarian would get the proper plate tonight at the reception dinner. All that anna bell cared about now was that her new Husband and Owner found her pleasing.

stella-starz:

soloirina:

♡

I’m so happy in this morning lalalala,where is the coffee lalalala, ah there is it lalalala
I wish every morning could be like today!♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥

A bimbo sort of morning.
(Give me a bimbo and a big hot cup of coffee and I’d be pretty happy too.)

stella-starz:

soloirina:

I’m so happy in this morning lalalala,
where is the coffee lalalala,
ah there is it lalalala

I wish every morning could be like today!
♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥

A bimbo sort of morning.

(Give me a bimbo and a big hot cup of coffee and I’d be pretty happy too.)

gigglytori:

So me and the Fish are trying to come up with a good name for me to call him.  He doesn’t like Daddy at all (which is good, because I don’t like that either.).  Master doesn’t seem to fit quite right.  He likes sir, when its “yes sir”, “thank you sir” and like that but saying “He’s my sir” apparently isn’t acceptable. I think his exact words were “As a writer, that is unacceptable.”

Does anyone have some good ideas for the two of us for what I should call him? 

I have also often felt that there should be a good term for Dom(me)s that own bimbos. I know that a lot of bimbos in our community have “Daddies” but I, like The Fish am not comfortable with this term. Nothing against those who enjoy it. My bimbo is in favor of calling bimbo owners “Mister” or “Misters”, but I think we can do better. Who’s got a better idea?

arkidangelz:

So SEXY !!!!!!!!!

she can stay

arkidangelz:

So SEXY !!!!!!!!!

she can stay

Drowning in pink.
What it feels like to be a bimbo :)

Drowning in pink.

What it feels like to be a bimbo :)

storyofasub:

ooh this looks like fun!

She could still remember when Master had locked her into these chains. She could remember how vehemently she had sworn that she would never become on of His nymphomatic pleasure puppets. She remembered how evilly He had laughed at her, and how sweetly His bimbo slaves had took her face in their hands and said “silly slave! Everybody becomes Master’s pleasure puppet sooner or later." She wished that He would just finish frying her brain already so that she wouldn’t remember, because as her new sisters lay before her teasing and tormenting each other bringing each other to the edge of ecstasy so that Master could (eventually) push them over the edge, moaning in desire, and giggling with glee, she had to admit that she really wanted to join in.

storyofasub:

ooh this looks like fun!

She could still remember when Master had locked her into these chains. She could remember how vehemently she had sworn that she would never become on of His nymphomatic pleasure puppets. She remembered how evilly He had laughed at her, and how sweetly His bimbo slaves had took her face in their hands and said “silly slave! Everybody becomes Master’s pleasure puppet sooner or later." She wished that He would just finish frying her brain already so that she wouldn’t remember, because as her new sisters lay before her teasing and tormenting each other bringing each other to the edge of ecstasy so that Master could (eventually) push them over the edge, moaning in desire, and giggling with glee, she had to admit that she really wanted to join in.

bimbodreams:

she nods.
"you can feel me in your brain, cant you?"
she nods.
"you can feel me snip things and move them, cant you?"
she nods.
"you can feel me take things out, can’t you?"
she nods.
"you are what i make you, right?
she nods.

A super simple, yet super sexy story from our friend cookie.

bimbodreams:

she nods.

"you can feel me in your brain, cant you?"

she nods.

"you can feel me snip things and move them, cant you?"

she nods.

"you can feel me take things out, can’t you?"

she nods.

"you are what i make you, right?

she nods.

A super simple, yet super sexy story from our friend cookie.