Words any bimbo can live by.
That is a GREAT question! I have always considered myself submissive. Especially to him. We just never put a definition to the role. When I found his “stash” we were both mortified. But we talked it out, and I discovered that becoming a bimbo is a very classic way of submitting.
The part that hold the appeal for me honestly is seeing the look on his face when I do something bimbo-ish. I get such a thrill out of making him lust after me like that. It’s hard to describe.
Since I’m also a fan of reading, (ironic, no?) I also spent a lot of time reading some of the stories he has saved over the years. I caught myself getting excited at the thought of mind control, and the process of getting dumber. That’s the part I really don’t understand.
But the idea of getting dumber does something to me. :)
Thanks for the kind note!!
I posted yesterday about veronica and her tumblr chronicling her pursuit of happiness as a bimbo. If you love bimbos as much as I do I highly recommend following this tumblr.
When traveling with your bimbo it is important to keep a close eye on her at all times and to hold her hand whenever possible. Believe it or not this is not to fend off advances from envious Men, a bimbo worth having is loyal. however bimbos are easily distracted, and when traveling there will be plenty of new and interesting sights to distract them. Take your eyes off of your bimbo for one minute and you could be checking malls, beaches and hair salons from Malibu to Timbuktu trying to find your lost bimbo.
I love a geisha of any ethnicity.
I hope that this is the image of a beautiful bimbo toy who’s training is not yet complete. I hope that her Owner has more lessons in store fore her to teach her to keep a wide smile on her face, a glimmer in her eye, and a giggle in her heart. I hope that she has not yet learned that if she is not smiling that she should at least keep her her lips parted invitingly.
I hope that her training is not yet complete because if it is complete, then it would break my heart to try to imagine what could have such a gorgeous creature looking so sad.
My name is Veronica, and I am new to the world of bimbos, and bimboficaton.
To be honest, a week ago i had no idea such a thing even existed. That is until I stumbled on my live in boyfriend and his private little fantasy…
I’ll start from the beginning. I’m 24 years old, and my BF and I have been dating for 2 years, living together for 7 months. we have a great relationship, and I know he loves me. Our sex life, while tame, is quite satisfactory. So you can imagine my suprise when I found out that he had a secret. My BF is into hypnosis, and more specifically, bimbos. The idea of regular everyday women being mentally changed into mindless sex toys for their man. Wait, suprise doesnt cover it. I was furious.
I was confused, angry, insulted, and even scared. Why would he do this?
Rather than ignore, or run away… I confronted him. Face to face, and demanded answers. He tried denial. he tried telling me he would stop. But after talking for a bit, he opened up about it. I listened, and started to understand that this was a very big part of his life. Bigger than he even realized. In his hard drive he had HUNDREDS of pictures, videos, hypnosis mp3s, and stories. All with this same theme. Looking at the pics, I was quick to notice that these women were not nude. Most of them were fully clothed. It wasn’t the sex he was craving. It was the MENTAL aspect. The women he liked were mostly blonde, big tits, tight clothes. They were all easily identifiable bimbos. The kind of girls that could barely speak a word over two syllables. Women that were meant to be seen, and most certainly not heard.
This was not just porn. This was something else, and something he had kept hidden from the world for a very, very long time. I had stumbled on to something he never wanted ANYONE to know about.
I couldn’t be mad at him. This was something he literally could not control. I equate it to someone being gay, or transgender. It was something inside his brain. I truly believe that if he could turn it off, he would. Not only that, but we all have fantasies right? It’s no secret that men are more visually stimulated then women. Men look at pictures, women like to read our trashy romance novels. 50 Shades Of Grey is a best seller AND it’s going to be a movie. When I read some of his stories on the subject onwww.mcstories.com I finally realized this was something I could not just allow, but embrace. In fact, if he’d let me, I’d be a part of it.
We sat and talked for hours. All night long in fact. First sharing ideas, then setting limits, and finally agreeing…
I would become a bimbo.
This blog will track our progress. I will share pics, stories, and experiences. I will also answer any and all of your questions.
Wish me luck!
Greetings followers. If you are following my tumblr I will assume that you know my deep and abiding love for bimbos. So it should come as no surprise to you how pleased I was to find veronica’s tumblr. I enjoy following tumblrs of girls who chronicle their journey into bimbo-hood, but the thing that I am particularly enjoying about this one is that it quite literally starts from Day 1, the moment of inception. And the fact that veronica is a very enthusiastic piece of bimbo-clay in her boyfriend’s hands, and is eagerly embracing all the changes he sees fit is very cock hardening.
A very unique take on a very bimboey set of pigtails. And the eyes are pretty bimboey too! Awesome.
Heather had always looked down on girls who only cared about their appearance. They made her whole gender look bad, she thought - vapid and self-absorbed and shallow. But that was before she saw the Dr. Redford, the hypnotherapist. He’d taken her through all sorts of relaxation techniques, and she found it so much easier to be calm and happy when she took his advice. Don’t worry about work. Don’t worry about politics. Don’t worry about art or books or serious issues. Worry about your hair. Worry about your makeup. Worry about your clothes and your figure and your smile.
She had to admit, it had been surprising. She’d always thought girls with nothing on their minds except their looks had it easy. Now that she was one of them, though, she couldn’t believe how much work it was! She spent all day in the gym, toning her body to hit that perfect spot of fit and strong and flexible while still being soft and curvy and fuckable. Finding just the right makeup to make her as irresistible as possible was also a huge project. Never mind the time involved in developing an entire new outfit, or growing her hair out and styling it to be perfect. Making yourself into the ideal doll was a lot of work!
I may be a vapid, empty-headed bimbo who only thinks about looking good, Heather thought as she twirled her hair and stared into the mirror, but that doesn’t mean I’m dumb.
This is a work of fiction. A very hott work of fiction. BUT it does illuminate* a very important and often over looked point. Just because a girl is a bimbo doesn’t mean that she’s dumb, it just means that she is very selective about what she chooses to devote her brain power to.
* “illuminate" bimbo translation: It means that it makes people aware of what it means to be a bimbo.
I love that she looks happy in both pictures
Those of you who have been following me for a while know how much I love transformations, and this is an amazing one. But I am posting this one in particular to echo the sentiment of the above caption.
Do not wait until you have achieved perfection to love your body.
Perfection is a noble journey, but it is not a destination that anyone can ever reach. No matter how far you get there is always more that you can do. Why should the fact that you are on step one of your journey make you any less worthy of love than when you get to step 25? And further more you will actually get farther faster the more you love yourself, because we tend to do more for the people that we love.
Do not wait to be happy. Be happy now!
Hello and welcome. I’ve noticed that I’ve gotten a bunch of new followers lately. I value each and every one of you. The fact that you find something on my tumblr worth your time is very touching. But even more important than that is that all of my followers are of legal age to be viewing the kind of stuff that I post here. Look I won’t say that you don’t have the maturity to handle this tumblr but there is a legal issue. Right now tumblr requires no proof of age (i.e. credit card), which affords people a huge amount of anonymity. And thanks to that anonymity people have the freedom to open and share in a way that most people can’t when they are attached to their “real” name. BUT if people abuse this freedom and don’t voluntarily obey local laws it could all go away. So for the love of boobies please un-follow me if you are not of a legal age to do so. I’ll even make you this deal… if you are not of legal age, and you un-follow me, when come of legal age and if you still want to follow me, and come back, send me a message to let me know and I will write a special post to welcome you back when you come of age.
Bimbos who want to be truly beautiful, I mean truly heads and shoulders above anyone you might choose to compare themselves to, should focus on cultivating a happy and joyful demeanor. It is hard to think of anything that can make you more breathtaking, more alluring, more beautiful than a happy soul.
Bimbo date night tonight with my handsome Sir! I’m so excited!
Sounds like fun!
I’m not much of an Ass Man, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a good, well toned bimbo booty. And this one is damn fine!