#plaything
Such a sexy plaything… She’s basically just a life-sized toy at this point. What would you play with first?
Her lips, I think, for me. :)
You are a filthy little slut, aren’t you? Coming to me begging. Showing me that ass that needs to be slapped and beaten into submission. Well, now aren’t you glad you found me? I’ll just bet that you are. Now shut up.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCpGQNzAJq3NllTMrHw-osMQ
Join me on YouTube. Sir Approves. Undressing your mind. One thought at a time.
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She wanted to show her ex boyfriend that she could be good, that even with his current girlfriend, there was still room for her. If that meant she needed to scrub his floors on her knees, then that was what she was willing to do.
She was going to learn to scrub the right way no matter how long and how much energy it took.
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COSTUME PARTY AT THE KAPPA HOUSE!!!
Eliza and I are just slutty little THINGS for you to use
Appropriate Halloween costumes.
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Alternative Model http://alternative-pinup.tumblr.com/
She made cupcakes for my friends and is serving them to us like this–right down to the smile on her face when I spank her for fun (and to show my dominance) in front of them. I might even make her keep that stupid beam on when I make her kneel and do tricks (beg like a dog, roll over, you know) to entertain us all.
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Train me.
I want this kind of behavior to be engrained into me. It’s an exciting idea, the idea that I could be made to obey with just the crook of a finger. The idea that I would know exactly what to do with just one quick, silent signal. That’s ownership, isn’t it? That’s control. That’s the result of having been molded into a pet, a plaything, a very good girl.
I want you to teach me. Teach me how to kneel, how to present myself, how to crawl. Teach me how to obey without hesitation, how to suck your cock the way you like it, how to take every inch of you down my throat. Teach me where to put my arms when I’m on my knees, where to put my legs when I’m on my back, and where to put my eyes when I’m standing. Teach me what it means when you snap your fingers, when you crook one finger, and when you nod in a certain direction. Teach me how to come when beckoned and cum when allowed.
Everything else will come naturally. All the sounds I make, the way I move my body, the way I handle the pain, the pleasure, and the painful pleasure. My worship will be genuine, my love sincere, and my adoration will know no bounds, as long as you return it tenfold.
Tell me what to do.
I need it.
I posted about slave training earlier and I wanted to post this too. Crimson-uncovered’s needs perfectly compliment those of any Dom. We want completely obedient subs. We want to mold them to do what We want, when We want and how We want it.
I would have no problem returning the adoration of a girl who was this submissive to me.
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Snippets of the toy’s Rules:
A toys only purpose in life is sexual servitude, demestic service and looking good for her Owner. She exists to make His life easier. She does not exist to make her own life easier.
Her life has no value but to be a plaything for Men to use and abuse for their personal joy and advantages. Because the toys mind is not like a Man’s, she loses focus when she gets to orgasm, on days she gets to cum she becomes a worthless whore. For this reason if and when she is allowed an orgasm the day of the orgasm should be ended in a certain way as repayment for her selfish ways. If the day could not be ended that way, the next day should start that way.
After just a few minutes of exposure to the “Barbie Brain Drain” audio file she found online, Kim found herself deep in a trance. Her eyes began to glaze over into an empty stare as the tiniest bit of drool began to dip from the side of her mouth.
“I am a bubbly bimbo Barbie.”
“I am a perfect plastic plaything.”
“I am a bubbly bimbo Barbie.”
“I am a perfect plastic plaything.”
I think this is a beautiful, and perfectly simple mantra for bimbos and b.i.t.s out there in bimbo-land. Whether you need something easy to remember while you edge your brains away, or just a daily affirmation of your bimbo goals, this could easily be the mantra for you.
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