u/GlitterGirlie1010

Hi :)

Sharing is caring, so I wanted to share some tasks I have lost a lot of time to, so you can use them with your own dumb bimbo slut!

1. Make her go through her lip gloss collection and select 2 she needs to get rid of.

2. Give her a math problem to work out but keep in mind that anything above an 5th grade difficulty is cruelty, not productivity.

3. Give her a bag of pretty rocks; you’d think there’d be more to this one… there’s not.

4. Tell her that mastering a handstand can make her tits grow bigger from the gravity, you won’t need to explain further.

5. Let her take over the important duty of finding the perfect porn for you to watch when you fuck her later. She might agonize over this one for a long time!

Regardless of her ability to tackle any or all of these tasks, please make sure you reward your dumb bimbo slut because she tried really hard to make you proud!

Hi :) title

- To give him control over blocking adult content and help me control my selfish, needy cunt.

- He could set and enforce a bedtime so i don’t stay up too late shopping for cute clothes.

- He would be able to control exactly how much time i’m allowed to spend on each app everyday (i will spend all day on candy crush or talking to friends if i can 🤪)

- If i want to download a new app, it would go to my Master for His approval (i always want to get my Masters permission!)

- He can oversee my chat convos and make sure there is nothing dangerous happening. It is His job to keep me safe after all!

- He can make sure I don’t see anything bad or anything that would make me too sad! Ultimately He knows what’s best for me and my well being.

thank you for reading :)

I was driving home from a bad date, on a remote stretch of road, when I got pulled over. I had gone out in my usual tank top and skirt combo but I thought the date might go… differently, so I also left the house plugged.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“Hi officer Sir, sorry no I don’t.” I could see him take nice long look at my cleavage and legs.

“You have a back tail light out.”

“Oh shoot, I had no idea!” I smiled sweetly.

“Mhmm, not safe. So, what are we going to do about it?” He leaned further into my car, shining his flashlight over my body.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I will get it fixed first thing tomorrow. I promise, Sir.” I replied, turning more towards him, trying to give him a better look in hopes it might get me out of a ticket.

“Yeah.” He sucked his teeth, “I think you better get out and take a look at it. It’s busted up pretty bad.”

I followed his orders to exit while telling him how I hadn’t noticed any damage when I left earlier but when I got to the back of the car, both break lights were working fine. I didn’t say anything for a moment, just confused about what was happening, when the cop pushed me against the trunk of the car with his body.

“You always go out looking like such a skank? You like being a tease?” He growled into my ear while he undid his pants with one hand, the other, on the small of my back, was keeping me in place. I tried to push him off me but he was so strong. I could have screamed but it would have been a waste of breath where we were.

When his pants were around his ankles, he used his free hand to feel my slit and to my horror, the butt plug.

“Oh shit, you really are a whore, aren’t you? Couldn’t go without at least one hole full, huh?” He started to finger my pussy and despite myself, a quiet moan escaped me. He rubbed the tip of his dick in the slick wetness between my lips and almost entered me but stopped.

“Wait, this is what you like, right slut?” He said moving the plug to my cunt and taking its place with his cock, thrusting deep and hard into my asshole. Now I did scream and he quickly covered my mouth, while adjusting to reach my clit.

“Shhhhh shhh, I’ll make it feel better. Doesn’t that feel nice?” Unfortunately, it did.

“I want you to cum for me, know you can do it. You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you? You’ll cum for me while I fuck your ass, won’t you?” I nodded ever so slightly. I was mortified by how quickly he had me squeezing my legs around his hand as a wave of pleasure rushed over me.

I laid over the trunk of my car, completely defeated, embarrassed and numb until he finished. He emptied his load into my ass and made sure I’d get to keep it with me by reinserted my plug right after.

Before leaving, the officer laid out for me exactly why no one would believe any “wild stories” I might go try to tell. I assured him I wouldn’t bother. Never had before.

“Great. Well I think I can let you off with a warning this time then. You get home safe though. Pretty girl out here all on her own… there’s a lot of sick people in this world.”

Before I accepted what it really meant to be female, I was secretary who gave my boss blowjobs so he wouldn’t fire me. It was a terrible and demeaning way to live but I thought it was the only option. You work hard, you climb the ladder, you compete with the boys - I couldn’t. I thought something was wrong with me.

I was denying myself the truth: I am weaker, slower, needier, softer, simpler and less intelligent than Men and pretending otherwise was making me miserable. Trying to figure out hard problems all day? I’d much rather figure out a hard dick, at least I know what to do with that.

I’ve since realized that achieving many small, simple goals is much more satisfying than trying to achieve one big goal that makes my head hurt and brings me tears of frustration. Life feels so much more peaceful when I can complete little tasks that actually make me feel useful.

Cleaned the kitchen? A goal has been met.

Made a Man dinner and rubbed his feet while he ate? A goal has been met.

Drained a Man’s balls good and proper? Put a gold star on my forehead because a goal has been met! Yay!

I no longer have nightmares about spreadsheets and trying to keep up in meetings. Instead, I have blissful dreams of being domesticated by a Man worthy of my complete devotion with hands that can quiet my mind and ease my burden.

Hi! I hope it’s okay to put this here but I have learned so many new things about myself since I’ve started my bimbo journey and I really wanted to share them with others 🤗

- I thought my fav colour was blue but it’s actually pink and my second fav is sparkles which I know isn’t a real colour but they’re too pretty!

- I never really cared before but now I strongly believe all females should have long hair. Being feminine is our best quality.

- I don’t know why I was ever voting since I don’t understand how politics works but now I see how irresponsible I was being.

- I used to have a potty mouth but now I don’t think it’s very lady like to curse.

- I can’t sleep at all without a stuffed animal and night light. It’s scary in the dark!

- I don’t know how I didn’t notice before but I hate the feeling of condoms and will never again make a Man use one.

- I thought I liked playing soccer but it turns out my real hobbies are hair and makeup.

- I can’t seem to finish an entire book without getting distracted or bored but magazines are fun!

- I used to worry about female rights but I didn’t realize how scary it is to be a Man these days! I feel really bad girls lie so much.

- I didn’t think I had any real purpose or use which is so silly because duh, I have 3 very useful holes and any time I give them to a Man I prove I have purpose!

6:00 am - my smart watch alarm starts to vibrate, silently waking me. I am nude and clinging to my Master, my happy place.

I get up carefully and quietly to not wake my Sir and sneak into the bathroom, running the shower and getting myself pretty. I would, of course, know his preferences for my appearance.

6:45 am - my hair is done, my make up is on, I have my pre-approved outfit set out but not on yet, I would not dress before my Sir.

7:00 am - it’s time to wake my Master for his morning, I begin by gently kissing his thighs.

Seeing a Man harden from my touch always gets me wet. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from moaning as I tasted and took him into my mouth, but I wouldn’t dare touch myself. The first orgasm of the day always belongs to my Sir and I am thankful just to be of use! I am thankful to be a cum dump.

If my silly stupid cunt leaks on the sheets then laundry would be added to my list of chores to complete for the day.

7:20 am - After I have successfully been of use to my Sir it’s time to run his shower, during which I will make his lunch.

7:35 am - I am nude and on my knees in the bathroom, holding his towel, ready to dry him when he exits.

I love having a Man look down at me as I kneel. If he lets me, I may degrade myself by grinding against his leg.

7:45 am - I help dress my Sir and then myself so he can observe my outfit and make sure it is worn to his standard and liking.

8:00 am - I am kneeling by the door near my Masters shoes so I can put them on for him and hand him his lunch for his day at work. I know my silly girl brain wouldn’t really be able to understand his job but maybe if he explained in small words I could!

When he gets home, I would be right back there, on my knees waiting for him. I would be ready to help him get comfortable, get him a drink or rub his feet.

I would do or be whatever he told me to and maybe, if I did a really good job, he would take care of my throbbing, dripping, desperate needs.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy ☺️
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“Where do you think you’re going?”

“…To the bathroom?” I looked around nervously, unsure of what rule I might have broken.

“Did you ask?” Fuck. That was the one.

“I- no, I’m sorry. May I go to the bathroom Sir?”

“No. I can’t reward that kind of behaviour. Kneel.” He was pointing between his legs.

“But I really have to go!” I pleaded, squeezing my legs together to emphasize the point.

“Kneel!”

“… Yes, Sir.”

“Better.” He unzipped his pants and presented his soft cock to me.

“I’m not really in the mood but you need to learn about patience so I’ll let you get me there.” He grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into his crotch.

Not breathing temporarily took my mind off my bursting bladder but when he released me and I got to work sucking his balls, he put porn on in the background of women being used as toilets.

I groaned with him in my mouth and grabbed my pussy thinking it somehow might keep me from pissing myself. The sound of trickling was too distracting and I had to stop.

“Please Sir, please I’m very sorry I was bad! I’ve learned my lesson, I promise, but I’m really going to pee myself if you don’t let me go! Please may I go to the bathroom, Sir?” I said while trying to bounce the pressure away.

“Mmmmm. I like watching you squirm.” He wasn’t lying, my eyes widened seeing his dick harden in front of me. “To answer your question, no. You have a task to complete.”

I tried to give my Master the best blowjob I could, as fast as I could. I licked up and down his shaft, rolled my tongue over the tip of his head, I was deep throating him until it made me gag and little bit of pee came out, reminding me what was at stake.

I tuned out all the noise in the background and sucked his dick like my life depended on it. My hands gripped his thighs so hard, I might have given him some bruises for a change.

When I could feel his cock start to pulse and I knew he was about to cum, I was so proud of myself and how well I had been able to hold on! He again grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to stay in a deep throat position with my nose pressed into his mound while he shot his load down my throat.

When I thought he was done I tried to get up but he held me there, attempting to thrust deeper, moaning with pleasure… and then some laughter. I was starting to panic, tapping his thighs frantically and trying to wiggle my way out of his grasp but there was no use.

I let myself go limp as the inevitable happened and I peed through my panties, down my thighs, and on to the hardwood floors.

When it was over, I couldn’t tell if I was crying from shame or from the face fucking, maybe there was no difference.

“Tsk tsk. Bad girl.” He said, bringing my face down to the puddle of pee like you might a puppy.

“Clean it up and then take a shower. You’ve made a mess of yourself and frankly it’s disgusting.”

Basically the title but hi!

Some of you might have seen the short story I posted here the other day: My Therapist, My Trauma. That was fictional but I am a real victim and I’m not sure why this is what I’m doing with it.

That particular story was inspired by my deep desire to fuck my irl therapist who I am currently working through my past with. I know I can’t have him so it’s possible this is how that frustration is coming out.

I dream of a principled man breaking his principles for me or him doing something he never thought he was capable of but he just couldn’t help himself because it was me. I want to be that special. I’m also bi but I crave male attention in a way that borders on desperate.

I don’t really know why I’m telling you guys this but I guess it seemed like a good place to be honest, a safe unsafe place? lol

I do plan to post another story here soon since it seemed well received. I guess I would like to hear from others so I know I’m not as weird or terrible as I sometimes feel doing this…

I used to be a smart girl. I used to have big thoughts about hard to explain stuff. I used to get mad and confused a lot about problems I couldn’t fix but I’m so happy I can say that’s all gone now!

These days, all I can really manage to think about are fun things like pretty clothes, sparkly makeup, being obedient and being a useful set of holes. I try to do a really, really good job at that!

Sometimes I still remember a big word or a hard thought on accident but it doesn’t last for long. I find pushing cock down my throat until all I can think about is breathing usually takes it away. It feels really good!

Becoming a brainless bimbo has calmed my mind because I only have one thing to worry about now: pleasing men. My purpose is to serve them, take care of them, drain their balls and to be their stress relief. I understand my place now.

I’ve found that feeling cum pump inside me helps me sleep better at night and kneeling at a man’s feet is where I feel most at peace. I don’t really remember what it felt like to be smart, but I don’t think it could have been better than this!

Hoping it’s okay to post this here and that others enjoy.

Appointment Time.

I was sitting across from my therapist telling him about my biggest shame: the night I was gang raped. I told him how they forced me to drink vodka and held me in a room for hours, taking turns with me.

“They pinned me to the bed, they fucked me in every hole, they raped my ass with a beer bottle.” That’s when I saw him shift in his seat and carefully cross his legs, adjusting his pants in the process.

“Keep going. Tell me what else happened.”

“They treated me like I was trash. At one point, they shoved two of themselves inside me at the same time. I cried out in pain but they just laughed.” he recrossed his legs and let out a quiet moan. I knew he was getting off to me and I hated that I liked it. I could feel my body betraying me with a wet spot forming in my panties.

“Did you like it?” He said, making direct eye contact.

“Excuse me?” I replied while looking down to check if wetness was showing on my thighs, I knew this dress was too short.

“Did you like being treated like a cheap whore? Did you cum on their cocks? More than once? I bet you did, I bet it was the best fuck of your life. I think that’s why you’ve been feeling so empty ever since.”

“I don’t… I -“

“You know, it’s very important to your therapeutic work that you acknowledge these things. So tell me, did you like it?”

“I loved it.”

“Thank you for trusting me with that. Alright, I’ll see you next week at the same time. We can get started on your exposure therapy.”

Tonight was a special night, my Master was allowing me to meet his friends! I was so excited to go out publicly as his, I was eagerly kneeling by the door in the dress he picked for me, waiting to leave. The dress barely covered my butt cheeks and I wasn’t allowed panties tonight but I figured he wanted to show me off a bit to his friends, make them jealous.
“One more thing.” He said and then, seeing the puzzled look on my face, chuckled and added “It’s so cute watching how confused your little brain gets all the time. Don’t work too hard. Now, bend over for me, I got a new toy for you.”

It was a butt plug, bigger than I was used to, vibrated not as quietly as I hoped and it connected to my Masters phone. Trying to walk comfortably with it was hard and sitting was close to impossible but still I thanked my Sir for letting me be of use.
Before we left and while I was still kneeling he bent down and locked a collar around my neck. “No matter what happens tonight, I want you to remember it is me who owns your cunt. Nod.” A pit dropped in stomach.

When we arrived at what was clearly friends poker night, I was the only female there and all eyes were on me. It was quiet at first as everyone stared, assessing me, and then to my utter shame my Master tapped his phone and the whine of the vibration inside me became audible to the room. “I wonder what that could be.” One of the them said, breaking the silence into a chorus of laughter at my expense. I tried to hide my face from them but my Sir grabbed me by the jaw to force my gaze back in their direction. They seemed to be very excited we were there and I started to get the sinking feeling a deal had been pre-arranged.

“Who’s the pretty lady you got there?” A man in a Red Shirt said, no one bothered to introduced themselves.

“You can call her slut, she likes it. Don’t you, slut?” Master said before slapping my ass hard, pushing the butt plug ever so slightly deeper inside me making me yelped.

I composed myself before replying “Yes, Sir. This cunt likes being called slut.” My face was bright red, I couldn’t believe this was happening!
“Good slut. Grab us a round of beers.” He pulled down the front of my dress exposing my tits to the leering group of men. Knowing I was nothing more than an object to them, a place to dump their cum, made my cunt leak exposing me as the stupid whore I was.

When I brought back the beers to the table, Red Shirt pulled me into his lap and just as he did the butt plug inside me started to vibrate with such intensity I yelled out and tried to jump up but red shirt held me down in his lap to the cheers of the other men and my Master.

Red Shirt was groping my tits with his fat hands when he nuzzled his face and beer soaked breath into my ear and whispered to me “you’re not going fuckin anywhere little girl.” And then lifted me up like I weighed nothing and threw me facedown onto the poker table sending cards and chips everywhere.
“I guess we aren’t even pretending to play. Right to the good stuff.” My Master was filming my assault, entertained by my screams and protests.

Red shirts cock was frighteningly large and I was desperately trying to keep my much smaller pussy away from it when he grabbed the base of my butt plug, pulled it out quick and slammed it back in my asshole. I screamed out through tears.

I could see the appreciation the other men had for my torment as most of them had their cocks out, stroking themselves, getting ready for their turn with me.

When my legs were shaking from the pain and my fight was gone, Red Shirt began to rape my pussy hole, stretching me more than I thought possible. I just laid there and took it. At the same time, master was buried deep in his phone, sending me from pure pain to the brink of pleasure and back.

From the corner of my eye, I could see one of the other men approach me with his dick in his hand, leaking precum. He brought himself close to my face, I sniffled and whimpered before I opened my mouth to receive him.

“What a good slut you are.” He petted my head as I let him fuck my face.

Recently started writing and I find that I use the word orgasm more than most and once upon a time a dude told me it was a gross, unsexy word lol

I need opinions, is it going to take people out of the story?

Thanks :)