With a disheartened sigh, Annette looks in the mirror and gazes at what she has become.
Every morning Annette is given a chance to reflect. After a thorough beauty regimen and getting dressed to Master’s specifications, Annie is programmed to rest her hands on the bathroom vanity. This is when Annette’s true consciousness is allowed to bubble to the surface. She’s stuck in the pose, unable to move anything but her head, but it’s the only time Annette has even a modicum of control.
The first few weeks, she took the opportunity to scream and yell. At first it was in desperation, then it was in anger. Eventually she even tried bargaining with her captors, but it was no use. Her moment of control was nothing but a sick joke, she decided. Day after day, nothing changed. Well, nothing about her situation changed.
Her body, on the other hand, changed significantly. Being a captive in herself, Annette watched as Annie bounced eagerly into procedure rooms. She felt the pain of her body changing to suit her captor’s desires and, begrudgingly, she felt the pleasure when her captors decided to admire the handiwork. Annie was in control. Annette could do nothing.
Today, during her moment of control, she studies the results of months of procedures. Plump lips, inflated tits, sculpted nose, a clinched waist, bronzed skin and long silky hair. There is no longer any resemblance between her and the nerdy bookworm who was abducted however long ago. All that remains is a living doll designed by her captors… and it kind of turns her on.
But that’s not her doing. Right? Surely the warmth between her legs is all Annie, eager to take the reigns once again. Right? There’s no way Annette is turned on by the idea of being a walking sex doll, desperate to please and obey. No way.
Annette tries to be firm on her stance, but her growing arousal begs to differ and inflates the doubt buried in Annette’s mind. Feeling the very pleasant buzz in her crotch, Annette gazes at the mirror again and gets a very sick feeling in her stomach. What she had once decided was a sick joke may actually be the next step in their process. These daily moments of reprieve may actually serve a purpose in her transformation.
As she feels herself fade back into the recesses of her psyche, Annette decides not to believe the nagging thought. There’s no way she’s enjoying what these sick fucks are doing to her. She will never enjoy being someone else’s puppet. She will never-
As Annie bubbles again to the surface, she looks at her reflection and loves how hot she looks. She can’t wait to see the tent in Master’s pants when he drinks in her beauty. Annie giggles and adjusts her top to better show off her tatas. Her pussy feels wonderfully wet and she knows that it’s just a matter of time before she no longer had to share control of her body. She winks at the girl inside and prances off to see what the day has in store.
This is really hott! I would love to see it go on a bit longer. Or maybe even a second chapter. I want to see that seed of doubt in annette grow into full fledged horror then some kind of futile bargaining (maybe all the stages of grief) before finally accepting her fate and merging with annie.
With a disheartened sigh, Annette looks in the mirror and gazes at what she has become.
Every morning Annette is given a chance to reflect. After a thorough beauty regimen and getting dressed to Master’s specifications, Annie is programmed to rest her hands on the bathroom vanity. This is when Annette’s true consciousness is allowed to bubble to the surface. She’s stuck in the pose, unable to move anything but her head, but it’s the only time Annette has even a modicum of control.
The first few weeks, she took the opportunity to scream and yell. At first it was in desperation, then it was in anger. Eventually she even tried bargaining with her captors, but it was no use. Her moment of control was nothing but a sick joke, she decided. Day after day, nothing changed. Well, nothing about her situation changed.
Her body, on the other hand, changed significantly. Being a captive in herself, Annette watched as Annie bounced eagerly into procedure rooms. She felt the pain of her body changing to suit her captor’s desires and, begrudgingly, she felt the pleasure when her captors decided to admire the handiwork. Annie was in control. Annette could do nothing.
Today, during her moment of control, she studies the results of months of procedures. Plump lips, inflated tits, sculpted nose, a clinched waist, bronzed skin and long silky hair. There is no longer any resemblance between her and the nerdy bookworm who was abducted however long ago. All that remains is a living doll designed by her captors… and it kind of turns her on.
But that’s not her doing. Right? Surely the warmth between her legs is all Annie, eager to take the reigns once again. Right? There’s no way Annette is turned on by the idea of being a walking sex doll, desperate to please and obey. No way.
Annette tries to be firm on her stance, but her growing arousal begs to differ and inflates the doubt buried in Annette’s mind. Feeling the very pleasant buzz in her crotch, Annette gazes at the mirror again and gets a very sick feeling in her stomach. What she had once decided was a sick joke may actually be the next step in their process. These daily moments of reprieve may actually serve a purpose in her transformation.
As she feels herself fade back into the recesses of her psyche, Annette decides not to believe the nagging thought. There’s no way she’s enjoying what these sick fucks are doing to her. She will never enjoy being someone else’s puppet. She will never-
As Annie bubbles again to the surface, she looks at her reflection and loves how hot she looks. She can’t wait to see the tent in Master’s pants when he drinks in her beauty. Annie giggles and adjusts her top to better show off her tatas. Her pussy feels wonderfully wet and she knows that it’s just a matter of time before she no longer had to share control of her body. She winks at the girl inside and prances off to see what the day has in store.
This is really hott! I would love to see it go on a bit longer. Or maybe even a second chapter. I want to see that seed of doubt in annette grow into full fledged horror then some kind of futile bargaining (maybe all the stages of grief) before finally accepting her fate and merging with annie.
Master preferred for his bimbo-slaves to go about the house naked. But he was a kind and understanding Master. Eating breakfast naked on Master’s sunny veranda in full view of the neighbors wasn’t exactly a smart idea, and sometimes the house was chilly. So as long as she remembered to ask Master for permission a bimbo-slave was allowed to wear a robe in such circumstances. And He always made sure that it was appropriately soft, pink, and frilly.
Master preferred for his bimbo-slaves to go about the house naked. But he was a kind and understanding Master. Eating breakfast naked on Master’s sunny veranda in full view of the neighbors wasn’t exactly a smart idea, and sometimes the house was chilly. So as long as she remembered to ask Master for permission a bimbo-slave was allowed to wear a robe in such circumstances. And He always made sure that it was appropriately soft, pink, and frilly.
“Oh Master! You made it beri hard for me to figure out what to get you for Christmas this year! i even had to think! But it was like totally worth it for you! So like every time i would ask you what you wanted you would say ‘I have everything I want. I have you my pet.’ i was like totally stumped :( But then it totally came to me :D You were like giving me the answer the whole time! Duh! *giggle* Here! check it out! she’s like exactly like me! she has the same hair as me! she has the same tits as me! her pussy is lasered smooth just like me! we wear all the same clothes! and she like totally can’t wait to worship your yummy cock… JUST LIKE ME! Oh and if you wanted to know what to get me… um we me US for Christmas, could you like please call us both “bunni” so that we can be like the same bimbo-slave for you? Merry Christmas Master!”
“Oh Master! You made it beri hard for me to figure out what to get you for Christmas this year! i even had to think! But it was like totally worth it for you! So like every time i would ask you what you wanted you would say ‘I have everything I want. I have you my pet.’ i was like totally stumped :( But then it totally came to me :D You were like giving me the answer the whole time! Duh! *giggle* Here! check it out! she’s like exactly like me! she has the same hair as me! she has the same tits as me! her pussy is lasered smooth just like me! we wear all the same clothes! and she like totally can’t wait to worship your yummy cock… JUST LIKE ME! Oh and if you wanted to know what to get me… um we me US for Christmas, could you like please call us both “bunni” so that we can be like the same bimbo-slave for you? Merry Christmas Master!”
I’m going to make you into just the prettiest little cocksucker! Won’t that be fun?
Despite the name of my blog “My pink harem”, I am more naturally inclined towards monogamy. But I once had a relationship with a bimbo who really loved the idea of watching me with other bimbos.
Together we built the fantasy of me having a harem full of willing and eager bimbo slaves. I would of course love and guide and train all of them to please me, but with that many girls I would need a ”top bitch” … no that term is too harsh and crass for my tastes… let’s say “house bunny” a bimbo-slave who was still completely submissive to me and as ditzy as a pixie on a sugar high, but who would also be in charge of keeping my other bimbos in line.
she would be sweet and kind, of course. And she would love my little beautiful airheads almost as much as I would, but she would have a little mean streak in her too. “How dare any of you plastic inflated barbie-dolls do anything less than look perfect for our Master?!?” she would have my permission to punish, within reason, because ultimately I would hold her responsible, for the behavior and appearance of the rest of my girls. she would also take evil delight in teasing, and playing with my bimbo beauties when I am away, not just for her own pleasure but also to keep them occupied and out of trouble.
When I see a picture like this and a caption like the one that @dreamsofbeingused wrote, it makes me think of that fantasy.
I’m going to make you into just the prettiest little cocksucker! Won’t that be fun?
Despite the name of my blog “My pink harem”, I am more naturally inclined towards monogamy. But I once had a relationship with a bimbo who really loved the idea of watching me with other bimbos.
Together we built the fantasy of me having a harem full of willing and eager bimbo slaves. I would of course love and guide and train all of them to please me, but with that many girls I would need a ”top bitch” … no that term is too harsh and crass for my tastes… let’s say “house bunny” a bimbo-slave who was still completely submissive to me and as ditzy as a pixie on a sugar high, but who would also be in charge of keeping my other bimbos in line.
she would be sweet and kind, of course. And she would love my little beautiful airheads almost as much as I would, but she would have a little mean streak in her too. “How dare any of you plastic inflated barbie-dolls do anything less than look perfect for our Master?!?” she would have my permission to punish, within reason, because ultimately I would hold her responsible, for the behavior and appearance of the rest of my girls. she would also take evil delight in teasing, and playing with my bimbo beauties when I am away, not just for her own pleasure but also to keep them occupied and out of trouble.
When I see a picture like this and a caption like the one that @dreamsofbeingused wrote, it makes me think of that fantasy.
@jennypoussin messaged me today, she’s a huge fan and wanted me to make a gif to inspire you hopeful silly sluts. Look at her, she’s the perfect bimbo role model. She’s so sexy and perfect, she is what you dream of becoming. Just stare and relax, soon enough you’ll be a silly bimbo pornstar just like her
I love face timing with my best obedient bimbo slave @d4ddysbadgrl, feel free to message her. You never know, you may potentially get to train her too if you play your cards right ;)
Be like @d4ddysbadgrl and listen to your audio files like good little bimbos. Just relax, listen, and stare. Don’t think, just obey. Obey me, let your inner self out, let that cock dumb little bimbo free
Desde ya muy jovencita de forma totalmente inconsciente, por motivo de mi actividad laboral he debido aceptar que constantemente se me objetivizase tan solo como simple objeto sexual cuya única función no consistia en otra cosa que la servirles de entretenimiento visual para el público masculino sobre todo…
Claro que es ese entonces lo hacía de forma totalmente inconsciente como algo necesario para poder llegar a tener éxito en mi trabajo sin embargo si bien es cierto que tengo que confesar que me fascinaba desde luego ya en aquel momento lo de vestir con ropa atractiva y provocativa para excitar a los hombres ciertamente aun me esforzaba a ilusionarme con la tonta ilusión de no ser tan solo un par de tetas y un buen culo para los tipos y que ya llegaría a encontrar a hombres que me valorarian no por mi exterior sino por la mujer que era en el interior mío y finalmente lograría que se cumpla mi infantil sueño de que se hiciera realidad que mi vida sería igual a los de los cuentos de hadas en que yo era la princesa que encontraría mi príncipe azul que me vendría a rescatar con el que me casaría y viviríamos felices para el resto de la vida
Pero claro el hecho de comprobar lo extremadamente ingenua y inocente que yo podría llegar a ser no hizo más que la gran mayoría de los hombres tomarán de imbecil dándome a que me crea todas clases de promesas de querer llegar a algo realmente serio conmigo para aprovechar y convencerme de llevarme a la cama y claro una vez que lo conseguían simplemente de inmediato acabarme después por desecharme como si se trarase de la bolsa de basura que sacan a diario de sus casas sin ni siquiera porque tenía que darme más explicaciones del porqué lo hacían
Obviamente como la gran total estúpida cabeza bien hueca que he sido siempre me costó muchísimo tiempo para que me terminase en ser capaz de asumir que era una absoluta idiota para haber pretendido que podría llegar a pensar que a alguien se le pueda ocurrirsele involucrarse en una relación seria con una simple puta ordinaria y sin valor alguno como de la clase tan patética que soy yo
Me duele admitir que me avergüenza mucho el haber tardado tanto tiempo en asumir de una vez por todas las no fui soy y seré por el resto de mi vida simplemente una misera puta desechable estúpida y patética que solo es útil para servirles de divertimento para los demás y eso es más que suficiente para ser feliz
