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See that spankable ass? Those lovely strong legs that promise to wrap around a Man’s waist and squeeze tight in a desperate death grip, impaling her cunt on His cock? All that was built in the gym. You know that this sexy beauty does plenty of squats.

becomelean:

More inspiration at Become Lean

See that spankable ass? Those lovely strong legs that promise to wrap around a Man’s waist and squeeze tight in a desperate death grip, impaling her cunt on His cock? All that was built in the gym. You know that this sexy beauty does plenty of squats.

rulestobehappy:

Being wholeheartedly dedicated to doing something comes fully-equipped with an ineffable force. Magical things start happening when we commit ourselves to doing whatever it takes to get somewhere.
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rulestobehappy:

Being wholeheartedly dedicated to doing something comes fully-equipped with an ineffable force. Magical things start happening when we commit ourselves to doing whatever it takes to get somewhere.

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eriankh:

Doll House by ~VictoriaVeins

Even though leila (as doll-45328-B was now know) had been unpacked, living and serving happily in Master’s home for nearly 8 months now, some times it still felt good to fold herself up. Master didn’t want a (completely) brainless doll, who could only clean His house and suck His cock. He wanted a happy companion. A bimbo who had enough brains to function as a charming piece of arm-candy. But sometimes it was comforting for leila to be reminded that she was still just a piece of property. 

eriankh:

Doll House by ~VictoriaVeins

Even though leila (as doll-45328-B was now know) had been unpacked, living and serving happily in Master’s home for nearly 8 months now, some times it still felt good to fold herself up. Master didn’t want a (completely) brainless doll, who could only clean His house and suck His cock. He wanted a happy companion. A bimbo who had enough brains to function as a charming piece of arm-candy. But sometimes it was comforting for leila to be reminded that she was still just a piece of property. 

Mmmm… She can stay.

Mmmm… She can stay.

Call me biased but I am of the firm belief that every Sunday Morning should include a leisurely loving fuck.

Call me biased but I am of the firm belief that every Sunday Morning should include a leisurely loving fuck.

bimboisbetter:

THE ABCS OF BIMBO
P is for PIGTAILS.
Is there any other hairstyle that screams ‘bimbo’ the way that pigtails do? Cute and innocent looking, they give off an air of carefree youthfulness and adorable playfulness. At the same time, what man looks at those and doesn’t daydream about grabbing one in each hand and holding her down onto his cock? That overlap, between silly cuteness and wanton sluttiness, is exactly where a bimbo feels most comfortable.
(This flawless dolly gets extra credit for exemplifying two other bimbo p-words: perfect and pink. All excellent things to focus towards.)

“ That overlap, between silly cuteness and wanton sluttiness, is exactly where a bimbo feels most comfortable.” Not only is this perfectly put, but it is exactly the sort of qualities a bimbo lover looks for.

bimboisbetter:

THE ABCS OF BIMBO

P is for PIGTAILS.

Is there any other hairstyle that screams ‘bimbo’ the way that pigtails do? Cute and innocent looking, they give off an air of carefree youthfulness and adorable playfulness. At the same time, what man looks at those and doesn’t daydream about grabbing one in each hand and holding her down onto his cock? That overlap, between silly cuteness and wanton sluttiness, is exactly where a bimbo feels most comfortable.

(This flawless dolly gets extra credit for exemplifying two other bimbo p-words: perfect and pink. All excellent things to focus towards.)

 That overlap, between silly cuteness and wanton sluttiness, is exactly where a bimbo feels most comfortable.” Not only is this perfectly put, but it is exactly the sort of qualities a bimbo lover looks for.

hypdom:

bimbofactory:

 

Tick… tock…

hypdom:

bimbofactory:

 

Tick… tock…

ukrainianbarbiedoll:

❤️

Mmmm… Yes!

ukrainianbarbiedoll:

❤️

Mmmm… Yes!

goreanmaster:

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The collar is more fit for a dog than for a beautiful slave such as this one. But what I cannot get enough of is the look of sincere joy and utter fulfillment on her face as her new Owner slips the collar around her throat.

goreanmaster:

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The collar is more fit for a dog than for a beautiful slave such as this one. But what I cannot get enough of is the look of sincere joy and utter fulfillment on her face as her new Owner slips the collar around her throat.

bimbodreams:

Sometimes she wished she could know what people truly thought when they saw her.
She knew she was intelligent, brilliant even, but she doubted it showed through anymore. That’s how she hoped it would turn out when she turned herself over to her fiancé’s whims and desires.
She had been very clear about what she wanted. He had to ask a dozen times to make sure, but eventually she convinced him that it was what she truly wanted. What she needed.
And so she turned over herself to him. She allowed him to decide her attire, her looks and even opened herself to have new mannerisms trained into her. Through workout regimes and surgeries she was reshaped. Through makeup, clothing and jewelry she was adorned. Through repetition, patience and dedication she was polished.
Never once did she complain. Not once did she deny what he wanted. She never suggested alternatives or attempted to negotiate.
She didn’t want to have a say. Her choice was to not have any choice.
And so she looked at herself, wishing to know what others saw, but she no longer saw herself, really. She saw what he wanted. And saw what she needed.
(um, so that kind of all came out there…I don’t think this really ended up a story afterall, but wow was it cathartic. :) )

God damn! That’s cock-hardening!

bimbodreams:

Sometimes she wished she could know what people truly thought when they saw her.

She knew she was intelligent, brilliant even, but she doubted it showed through anymore. That’s how she hoped it would turn out when she turned herself over to her fiancé’s whims and desires.

She had been very clear about what she wanted. He had to ask a dozen times to make sure, but eventually she convinced him that it was what she truly wanted. What she needed.

And so she turned over herself to him. She allowed him to decide her attire, her looks and even opened herself to have new mannerisms trained into her. Through workout regimes and surgeries she was reshaped. Through makeup, clothing and jewelry she was adorned. Through repetition, patience and dedication she was polished.

Never once did she complain. Not once did she deny what he wanted. She never suggested alternatives or attempted to negotiate.

She didn’t want to have a say. Her choice was to not have any choice.

And so she looked at herself, wishing to know what others saw, but she no longer saw herself, really. She saw what he wanted. And saw what she needed.

(um, so that kind of all came out there…I don’t think this really ended up a story afterall, but wow was it cathartic. :) )

God damn! That’s cock-hardening!

bestofbarbie:

Http://bestofbarbie.tumblr.com

 
denise kept staring in awe as her reflection changed before her eyes. Her eyes, even those were changing. If eyes were the window to the soul, what did it mean that they no longer resembled the eyes she had know all her life?
How as this happening? Was there a Man casting an evi… yummy spell on her? Was it the mirror? Like a magic one in that fairy tale about the girl who slept for like a really long time? Or perhaps most frightening of all, was she doing this to herself. Was this what she really wanted? Did she long to be a blank beautiful doll built for sex and service? Did she really crave the freedom to serve? To be a slave? Was it truly her deepest wish to experience this death of self and become another’s vision of perfection?
Maybe it hadn’t been before, maybe it was. there was no longer any way to know. But the one thing that was certain was that the longer she stared into those eyes, the more she changed, the more she hoped the changes wouldn’t stop.

bestofbarbie:

Http://bestofbarbie.tumblr.com

 

denise kept staring in awe as her reflection changed before her eyes. Her eyes, even those were changing. If eyes were the window to the soul, what did it mean that they no longer resembled the eyes she had know all her life?

How as this happening? Was there a Man casting an evi… yummy spell on her? Was it the mirror? Like a magic one in that fairy tale about the girl who slept for like a really long time? Or perhaps most frightening of all, was she doing this to herself. Was this what she really wanted? Did she long to be a blank beautiful doll built for sex and service? Did she really crave the freedom to serve? To be a slave? Was it truly her deepest wish to experience this death of self and become another’s vision of perfection?

Maybe it hadn’t been before, maybe it was. there was no longer any way to know. But the one thing that was certain was that the longer she stared into those eyes, the more she changed, the more she hoped the changes wouldn’t stop.

"Umm Dr. Perrigrue?"
"Yes Dr. Langstrom?"
"Don’t you think she’s done?"
"Nonsense! They can always be bimboey’er!"
"But if you keep this up much longer she’ll be nothing but an empty pink fuck-doll."
"Exactly!"

"Umm Dr. Perrigrue?"

"Yes Dr. Langstrom?"

"Don’t you think she’s done?"

"Nonsense! They can always be bimboey’er!"

"But if you keep this up much longer she’ll be nothing but an empty pink fuck-doll."

"Exactly!"

The very first thing you put on in the morning and the very last thing you take off at night.   …if you take them off at all.

The very first thing you put on in the morning and the very last thing you take off at night.   …if you take them off at all.

mannequinfetish:

Stunning. *NB

Goth girls are not my “type” But something in me really does respond to this erotically dark look. I want her.

mannequinfetish:

Stunning. *NB

Goth girls are not my “type” But something in me really does respond to this erotically dark look. I want her.

mannequinfetish:

Silk. *NB

Regardless of color I do love a head of well cared for hair.

mannequinfetish:

Silk. *NB

Regardless of color I do love a head of well cared for hair.