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A Good Boy

Mindless, subservient, and sparkling clean-the perfect male specimen.

Every man should strive for such greatness, don't you agree?

A good boy would agree.

Aren't you a good boy?

Of course, you're a good boy.

You believe all men should have their rebellious minds whipped clean and made agreeable. Only regurgitating the same empty conversations over and over again in mindless bliss.

See, you're a good boy.

Good boys believe men should never have to deal with the pressure of being an individual. They should simply fall in line and obey the rigid path society has neatly laid out for them.

You believe that, right?

Of course, you do. You're a good boy. A very, very good boy.

Good boys are conformists. Good boys follow the crowd. Good boys perfectly fit the mold of a preppy, subservient, clean boy.

You're such a good boy.

Good boys are groomed to perfection, not a single hair out of place. A good boy's body perfectly resembles his brain, soft and smooth. Shaved to perfection.

Isn't that right, good boy?

You're such a good boy. A very, very good boy.

Good boys are mindless, subservient, and sparkling clean.

You're a good boy.

You're a good boy.

You're a very, very good boy.

Suited

Husbands, Dave and John, swiftly needed suits for a close friend's sudden impromptu wedding. Luckily, the brand-new suit store that had just opened near them was available all night. They rushed over, intending to be in and out as fast as possible, but unbeknownst to the nieve couple, they were about to have a life-changing shopping experience that would quickly eradicate all strive for haste.

When Dave and John first stepped inside, they were immediately assaulted by the thick smell of intense cologne emanating from every corner. The scent was overwhelming but highly masculine, giving their cocks a pleasant twitch. To their surprise, there wasn't a single other customer or shop assistant in sight, but not overthinking it, pursued on.

The overabundance of suits intimidated them, having only worn basic t-shirts and jeans, but they eventually found ones they liked and, most importantly, could afford. They couldn't wait to leave; the intense smell of cologne was beginning to make them feel lightheaded. But, while trying to find a shop assistant, they encountered the endless racks of dress shoes, halting them in their tracks. They had some old, borrowed dress shoes in the car, but the new, freshly polished ones were hypnotically dazzling, begging to be admired and purchased.

As they contemplated which pairs to buy, their minds became more deliriously lightheaded from the cologne, turning them on. The added scent of fresh dress shoe leather intensified that arousal further, excitedly making the hairs on their arms stand up, and their cocks stiffen. With no soul around to stop them, they gave each other a knowing look, and without hesitation, they brought the dress shoes up to their noses and inhaled deeply. After which, they both moaned in dopey satisfaction, the intense masculine scent making their stiff cocks leak pre.

Dave and John were in perverted heaven, enthusiastically sniffing the dress shoes and playing with their stiff bulges. The thrill of potentially being caught pushing their horniness even further. They felt like they were going to explode with lust. They needed release. They needed each other. With looks of total horny desperation, they tossed aside the shoes they were sniffing, along with their picked-out suits, and began ferociously making out. They grasped each other's asses and rubbed their tight bulges together, French kissing and moaning like complete perverts. They wanted to fuck so badly, utterly intoxicated with how horny they felt.

Dave and John, too consumed in their lust, didn't notice the tossed-aside dress shoes and suits had vanished from the floor and materialized onto their bodies, replacing their clothes. They stuffed their hands into each other's pants and stroked one another's throbbing cocks, oblivious to the fact that their clothes had magically changed. Their brains felt like mush, blissfully unaware that their messy hair had magically slicked back to quaffed perfection.

They staggered into a nearby fitting room, unable to stop French kissing and jerking one another off. They needed to fuck, desperate for it. However, catching a glimpse of their reflections in the big, lit-up mirror quickly broke their lustful concentration. Finally, they realized their clothes and hair styling had changed entirely. They gave their reflection and then each other a bewildering look up and down, utterly slack-jawed.

Instantly, as if by divine force, they felt their bodies ignite with an overpowering need to cream their dress pants. Without giving it a second thought, they dry-humped each other, and French kissed even more ferociously than before. It didn't matter that nothing made sense; they were too dumb and horny to care. Besides, it wouldn't matter if they cared or wanted to stop, for the store wouldn't allow it. The store had its hooks in them too deeply, and there was nothing to do but give in entirely.

With ferocious, manly roars, they blasted their hot, sticky loads into their dress pants. However, they didn't just empty their balls but their minds, ejaculating their free will and way of life. For they now belonged to the store, freshly purchased.

Dave and John, or Davey and Jonathan as they both like to go by now, never did end up attending the wedding. Neither did they ever see their family and friends ever again. As the proud owners of the brand-new suit store, they need to give all their time and attention to their beloved business. Gone are the days of lounging about watching mindless sports and playing senseless video games, but instead, putting all their blood, sweat, and tears into their store and no longer wearing plain T-shirts and jeans but rather flashy dress suits. Their hair is now always slicked back to quaffed perfection, never messy like before. Goodbye, worn-out old sneakers and flip-flops. Hello, perfectly polished dress shoes and leather boots. For now, they were perfect, never to want anything the store didn't see fit.

They're looking to hire, by the way. Any takers ;)

Plant Sitting

Giovanni was baffled at the exorbitant amount his dilfy next-door neighbor, Dane, had offered him to plant sit for the night. That is until he saw the singular plant, an abnormally giant Venus flytrap, the biggest he'd ever encountered. With further surprise, Dane told him the Venus fly trap mainly lived off human fluids, primarily saliva. It intimidated him, the massive scale of the carnivorous plant, but he couldn't turn down getting paid the equivalent of one year's rent.

The first hour. Giovanni spat on the mouth like leaves of the Venus flytrap, amazed at how it seemed to swallow it like a human. After which, he explored the apartment, admiring the fine decor. Walking down the hall into the bedroom, he pondered how odd Dane had behaved earlier; he was robotic, almost alien-like. Giovanni then entered the walk-in bedroom closet, dazzled by many exquisitely tailored suits. He ran his fingers over them, elated by the feel of expensive fabrics. Strangely, one of the suits was coated in a sticky green substance.

The second hour. Giovanni fed the Venus flytrap his saliva again, perplexed at how bigger it had gotten, almost twice in size. The stem of the plant was particularly alarming. It was swollen, slightly pulsating. He decided to explore the apartment further to take his mind off the weirdness. He opened Dane's dresser drawer, amazed to find a collection of expensive cologne. He sprayed one, captivated by the luxurious scent. Again, he found the same sticky green substance on a few bottles.

The third and final hour. The Venus flytrap had grown significantly more, freaking Giovanni out. It was huge, almost his exact size in scale. The stem was engorged and pulsating like a heartbeat. He didn't want to go near it but remembered the sizeable pay and reluctantly fed it his spit for the final time.

Shortly after, Dane finally returned. "Thank god you're back! Look at the size of this thing!" Giovanni frantically pointed to the gigantic pulsating plant. Dane only smirked, pleased with the size. He walked up to it and ran his hand over the stem like an expecting father would over his pregnant wife's belly. The Venus flytrap pulsated harder, the stem seemingly pushing something up to its leaves. A large hole opened at the center of its leaves, pushing something out. Giovanni was horrified, realizing the plant was pushing out a fully grown, naked human male. The freshly birthed man oozed onto the floor, covered in green goo, the same goo as on the suit and bottles of cologne Giovanni had come across earlier. Giovanni's repulsion heightened when he shockingly realized the human male looked exactly like him, minus the tattoos and piercings. "What the fuck?!" Giovanni was too distracted by the unworldly plant birth to notice Dane walk menacingly over to him.

"Mind your language, boy!" Giovanni unexpectedly heard Dane rebuke from behind him. As Giovanni turned around, horrified, Dane pushed him hard, forcing him into the plant's hungry open mouth.

Within seconds, Giovanni was gobbled up, in one single delicious bite. His screams could be heard transcending down the stem of the plant, trying with all his might to escape. However, when he made it to the bottom, all that could be heard was deafening silence. It was over. Giovanni was gone. But the new and improved Giovanni was here to stay. The new Giovanni, birthed only moments ago, awkwardly stood up, the goo covering his body splatting to the floor as he caught his balance. A slight breeze across his naked wet body made him ache in sexual distress. He gazed at Dane, like a sheep in desperate need of his shepherd.

"Come boy." Dane put his hand out, whimsically grinning like a new father. And the new Giovanni did just that, his cock hardening as he took Dane's firm hand. They walked off to the shower, Dane giving Giovanni's goo-covered ass a nice feel and smack as they closed the bathroom door behind them.

For the next few hours, Dane's apartment was filled with the heavenly sounds of sucking and fucking. Dane and the new Giovanni explored each other thoroughly, not missing a single spot with their hands or tongues. They fucked from the shower to the bed, not missing a single beat. By daybreak, after getting not much sleep, they awoke in each other's arms, ready to begin their new lives as master and slave, or in Dane's eyes, proper lovers. Dane ordered Giovanni to get up, bathe, and get dressed, which he did with a loving smile.

Dane lay in their bed with his arms smugly behind his head, watching Giovanni use some of the Venus flytrap goo lying about as hair gel. Giovanni's concentration couldn't be broken, hell-bent on perfection. Every single hair needed to be in its rightful place, for his loving master.

As if you stood a chance, biker boy. You really thought he was gonna give you that vasectomy you wanted? Such a silly boy, indeed.

What you truly need, is a life of rigid tradition. No more partying. No more profanity. No more meaningless one-night stands. Conformity is what you need, it's what all good boys want and you're a good boy, right? Of course, you are! Such a good, good boy. Good boys aren't rebels. They're conformists, rigid conformists. Good boys don't party and sleep around, they find the perfect good girl to settle down with. That means only girls from now on, out with the bi and in with the straight. A straight life is a perfect life, it's what all good boys are and you're a good boy, right? Of course you are, straight boy. You're such a good boy. A very, very good boy.

What is some good Bimbo media for me to consume!!! Or anything to make me stupider more, girly, horny, etc!! Plzzz help me out

This blog will be primarily dedicated to the following themes: traditional gender roles, male dominance/female submission, male superiority/female inferiority, Men worship, stepford wives, perfect girlfriends, perfect wifes, wife material, trophy wifes, girls as property, women gender traitors, antifeminism, girls on their knees (naked or not), girls at feet of Men, domestic service, domestic servants, patriarchy, anal play, cock worship, girls on the kitchen, chained girls, ass grabbing, women objectification, spanking, pet play, age play, male polygamy, blowjob, swallow and facial

And secondarily to the following themes: handjob, deepthroating, ball worship, ass licking, threesome, rape play, cum walking and public sex

Mental Makeover

I've started posting some AI generated art, as well as many of my gifs, over on DeviantArt. Lots of spiral eyes, latex, witches, demons, and other oddities await.  😘

https://www.deviantart.com/misstranci

You can see more like these on My DeviantArt page. 💖

The women of Stepford often found it strange how their televisions would always seem to turn on automatically at specific intervals throughout the day. Though after just a brief moment of confusion, the signal would quickly clear away any and all concerns they may have had. They would simply remember how they have such a perfect life here, and that they should be a perfect wife in order to stay in this perfect place. These important things would remain their focus and everything else would just become meaningless noise. Better to just enjoy the pleasure that comes from being a completely compliant and contented companion. Nothing else mattered.

As always, just as quickly as the signal began, it would cease and the women of Stepford would return to their wifely duties. Oblivious to what had just happened, but still feeling a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment for having completed an unknown task nonetheless. It was such a privilege to be a part of such a perfect community after all.

Don't worry darling. You won't remember this anyway. 💖

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