I Know You Told Me Not To Lose My Streak Again But I Can't Take This It's Going To Drive Me Crazy Can

i know you told me not to lose my streak again but i can't take this it's going to drive me crazy can you please let me cum i'll do anything i'll call myself pretty please i'm losing my mind

Awwww, how absolutely adorable!! Look at this pretty little cutie, just begging to be allowed to cum~ while that's a very tempting offer, Good Girls need to know how beautiful and amazing they are after all, I think we should let the people decide! After all, lots of my followers are total sweethearts, the nicest and prettiest bimbos you could ever have the pleasure of meeting, so I think you'll be in good hands with them~

Make sure to check out it's blog before making your choice!

How was your Day? Stressfull? Aww, im sorry. Mwah! What do you mean ”Why did i just kiss you forehead?”, well to absorb all those silly thoughts, Dummy! I dont want you beeing all stressed out, that wont do. You are meant to be pretty and adorable, after all! ♥︎

Different kind of bimbo

I see so many posts about being a bimbo for Him, for men, for the patriarchy, and that's cool if that's your thing.

But if I may offer an alternative... Be the kind of Bimbo that makes straight girls into lesbians who want to be just as free and happy. Be the kind of bimbo that brings joy to everyone. Be the kind of bimbo that offers kindness and soothing presence even when there's no sex involved. Be the kind of bimbo that stands up, puts on her big pink heels, and struts all over the haters and the hateful.

Be the kind of bimbo that dances when it rains.

Be the kind of bimbo that will break a nail knocking down a fascist.

Be the kind of bimbo that men fear, women envy, and the world isn't ready for. ❤

I used to think edging was sooo dumb and silly… I luvvv cumming…

But then I tried it

Mmmmf~

The more I edged, the more I’d zone out. Minutes melted into hours, I eventually started edging out every other day, then multiple times a day. I could feel myself becoming more ditzy

I edge

I drop

I edge

I drop

I edge

I drop

Deeper…. Deeper…

Edging makes my mind go pop

Drip… Drop…

Suck… Cock…

I can’t stop giggling

liek, why would I ever want to cum, good girls don’t cum - good girls just rub their silly little brains away🥰

You've always loved how peaceful the mornings of a session are.

You walk into the office building as if it's a regular work day, eyes a little tired and mind racing with thoughts of what you'll need to do later after your session is done.

You walk to the receptionist (you've become acquainted with them since you've been coming around so often) and they wave at you and give you a pleasant 'hello'. They know what you're here for—there's only one reason people would continually enter this building.

They give you a keycard, smiling as they wave you goodbye, your shoes leaving little clinks as you walk away and towards an elevator.

You press the up arrow button and wait a moment for the elevator to head down. You look around at the decor, noticing a new painting above that old sage green chair you love to sit and wait on when you're extra early.

The ding of the elevator and the swoosh of the door opening takes your attention away, whisking you into its warm walls. You step in and turn around, that card in your hand meeting with a black scanner next to a large amount of buttons. Once you hear a small beep, you push the button you always press.

42.

The doors shut quietly as you move to stand in the middle of the room. You hum a little to yourself, waiting to feel the elevator start to move as a little tune plays on the radio above the buttons.

Then, the intercom turns on. This has always been your favorite part.

A gentle, soft voice greets you kindly.

"Welcome back, dear. It's always lovely to see you."

You hum back gently, already feeling your shoulder relax at the welcome. You belong here.

"How have you been feeling? Have you been drinking enough water and eating properly?"

You nod your head at seemingly no one, staring forward at silver doors that look just a tad too fake to be made of metal. (You can hear a few quiet dings every time you go up a floor).

"I'm so glad to see that, dear."

You can feel a wave of happiness rush over you, a smile adorning your face at the heartfelt pride from the disembodied voice. You've done good.

"Such a cute smile you have. Now, you know the drill, dear."

You do. You've done it so often within the last few months that it's almost second nature.

You continue to stare forward, the doors of the elevator changing color and shape, their once mock metal turning into a sage green with a spiral.

It moves slowly, from the outside inward, drawing you forward into its comforting twirl. You stare directly into the middle of it, eyes unseeing as a few flashes start to appear. (You learned to ignore them — You were never fast enough to read them well any way).

The rest of the walls around you turn into the same spiral, the sage green light making you relax even further into yourself. Your neck slacks a bit, your back hunching forwards as you stare further into the spiral, your jaw unclenches. You feel yourself breathe deeper, each inhale deeper than the last and each exhale making your eyelids heavy.

"That's a good toy."

You hear distantly as your eyes remain locked on the doors infront of you. You stare and stare, those little glimpses of text entering your helpless and open mind. Before you even realize it, there are images that appear with the text.

Obscene imagery flashes on the green, photographs of women getting their brains fucked out, shots of men on their knees with their mouths gagged, and a few images of yourself in positions you love flooding your vision.

You can't seem to get enough.

You feel so aroused and needy, all of the photos willing you to want so badly. You can feel a wetness between your legs and that makes you even hornier.

"Patience."

You hear it just barely, muffled. You whine slightly, making sure you're not moving your hips or biting your lip. "Good toys are patient." You've heard before.

"Only five more floors."

The voice almost whispers, luring your ears to focus more on it.

The spirals continue as you hear those last few dings, and then they fade out, leaving you and your weak body standing alone in the middle of the elevator. A few dim lights that light the bottom trim of the elevator turn on, as the final ding rings and the door mechanisms start to open.

The room it opens to is so warm and cozy, nice and sweet smelling. The aroma hits you instantly.

"There's my toy." Says a familiar voice from behind a computer screen. You can hear a smile in their tone, making your brain fill with happiness and joy.

"Hello, Master," You say joyfully, a new sense of eagerness entering you.

You straighten your back, adjust yourself, and walk out of the elevator and into the big room. You can see it fully now, with the large dark wooden bookcases filled to the brim, you've look at those books and never read one, you're too dumb to— and the gorgeous green couch that sits to one side you've been fucked on that couch so many times, the sight of it makes you want to moan.

And then your eyes meet another's, lit up nicely by a computer screen. They look at you, so loving and kind, and then chuckle as they stand from their comfy office chair you've sucked them off from under that desk more times than you can count.

"Hello, darling. How's my cute little toy?" Master asks, an attractive slyness in their tone.

You look at the ground for a second before looking back up and answering with, "I've been good, Master."

Master looks pleased with that answer, moving to go around the desk and to walk towards you. Once they reach you, their hand reaches up to stroke your cheek, and you can feel yourself melt into the touch. Your eyes roll back slightly, nudging into the hands movement as Master chuckles.

"Very eager today, I see." They say as you continue to nuzzle into their hand. "We'll make sure you don't think for a good while. "

And you don't remember much after that.

When you leave the building, after giving your card back in and walking out the front door, you feel a new sense of purpose while you walk down the street.

Your head offers you, "Good toy," "Fuck, just like that", and "Just a bit more."

You can't wait for your next session.