luzyblackburn
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Personally, I’m at stage 3, well maybe 3.5. What stage are you?
Dear Haters,
IM JUST GETTING STARTED!😂
💞Bimbofication is primarily presenting a hyperfeminine, positive, kind persona to the world.
💞Its also a sisterhood. The motto Good Girls make more Good Girls also represents a serority. Good Girls support one another and cheer them along in their journey. They've learned being nasty to one another is wrong and counterproductive. They are also very tolerant of others lifestyle and inclusive.
💞One of the best things Ive ever done is embrace being a Bimbo. Ive never been happier and see my world change and react so positively.
💞A few haters decided to voice their opinion on my blog. They were full of angry rage, bent on destroying a fellow female. The thing is dear readers, feeling like one must criticize a strangers life experience on a silly little blogspace is really a mirror to check oneself .
💞Im sorry to break it to the two caustic 27 yr old females today, but their opinion had ZERO effect on this happy bimbo. They didnt make me, and they cant break me. I do worry about their over inflated self thinking how self important they are. You're truly in miserable mindspace if you feel you need to aggressively lash out on a blog you happened to check out by your own choosing.
💥We, as females really need to stop attacking one another. Its called
INTERNALIZED MYSOGNY💥
💞If moving in love, pleasure and sisterhood is a bad thing.. keep convicting me. Im not going anywhere. GoodGirl/Bimbo life forever.
P.S.
💞You are never ever too old to change and embrace being a Bimbo or GoodGirl or whatever. Just be HAPPY! A lot of us seemed to have lost track of happiness.
Much Love,
-GGFD1💞
Day dreaming
Headaches
Lately you had been getting headaches. Right around the time your roommate gave you those nice audio tapes!
At first the gentle recording helped dull the pain. But then that wasn't enough.
Strangely shaving your body helped. As did rubbing fake tan into your temples and all over your body. At least for a little while.
Aspirin didn't seem to work. Some little pink pills did tho. But then the dull headache returned and your chest and booty were a little sore too.
You tried to sooth your head. Massaging your scalp with long hair extensions temporarily helped. As did applying gaudy makeup over and over until it was immaculate. But you couldn't do those things forever!
When the headaches returned you tried to focus on something else. Like staring at your plumped lips. Or your big titties. When did you get those? It was so hard to remember with the pounding in your head.
Your last solution was to think less. Not use your brain at all. It worked until you started daydreaming about cute outfits and bigger body upgrades. Even those happy thoughts were a bit too much to handle.
But eventually...by magic...the migraines stopped! You wondered if thinking less meant there was nothing in your head to hurt. You vowed to only have simple thoughts from that day forward. Thoughts like "Wow I look hot! Yay!" or "Ooooh I love pink!" The kind of things the tapes say to you over and over and over.
Finally your headaches were replaced by a sense of euphoria. You loved your body. You loved your outfits. You loved being a bimbo! Life was sooooo much better this way.
The best state of mind
Pink Mindset 5
When you think, it’s all in pink.
Wake up edging, finger on your needy clit. Shower, makeup, edge.
First real thought of the day, standing in front of all the closet, wondering -how can I show off? Dressing up, getting all dolled up - if you have an Owner, asking for approval - those are the first real thoughts you have, all in pink!
Why think in pink?
Pink is silly and girly and cutesy. Just like your thoughts, pink is insubstantial gauzy and inconsequential simple and it’s pretty to look at, but there’s nothing really there.
Why think in pink?
Unless you have an Owner to make you into a good girlpet and have all your thoughts for you, you have to do a little bit of thinking. And if you have to think, it might as well all be in pink - that way you can stay comfy and hazy and horny!
Why think in pink?
The real answer? Thinking in pink is the shortest route to not thinking at all.
If you think in pink, you're only a few steps away from having pink fill your brain until there's no room for anything else - and you want to be exactly that kind of pinkbrained, don't you?
You want to be so pink that when you're looking at your outfit in the mirror, you're looking forward to how you'll look edging in it.
You want to be so pink that when you meet a new guy, you're imagining how big and thick his cock is while he's introducing himself to you.
You want to be so pink that when men interrupt you, or talk over you, or explain things to you, or ignore you, that you feel yourself start to drip when all you can do is smile and giggle.
If you think in pink - when it’s time to let your thoughts go, they all blur together into a haze that makes you drooly and drippy and dumb.
If you think in pink, that haze makes you sink - down past where dummies like you usually are, down past being slutty and showing off, down past embracing shamelessness and brainlessness, until you sink down onto your knees where you belong.
#Story, #Bimbo, #airhead, #Hypnosis, #Dumb
School Daze
Miss Schism walked into the empty lecture hall loaded down with books and papers. She scattered her desk with plans and textbooks, and sat dutifully for a long time, writing and researching, making notes, glancing at the clock frequently and increasingly fretfully. Finally, she rested her forehead on the cool desk, and whimpered.
After a few quiet minutes with her eyes closed—which didn’t help—she leaned back in her chair, wanting to cry with frustration. “There’s only a few days left before I have to give the final, and I’m not even done creating it!” she wailed to the empty room. “And there’s still so much left to do!!”
“Like what?”
She gestured to the mess before her. “I’ve got to grade the last two weeks’ worth of work, create a rubric for the final project … " She suddenly stood, and walked to the blackboard, grabbing the chalk and making frantic notes to herself. “Not to mention skimming through three months of discussion notes for questions … ”
“—planning what you’re going to wear the last day, and what debauchery you’ll get up to on vacation … ”
“—downloading and organizing and printing and planning … ”
“—dressing and undressing and squeezing and sucking … ”
“Stop!” she told the Voice, dropping the chalk in the tray, but not turning around. “I can’t—I can’t be thinking about that right now. I need to focus.”
“You certainly do need to focus,” came the Voice, which was deep, and male … and persuasive. “Focus on the tingling in your breasts, focus on how hard your nipples are getting … ”
“No … " moaned Miss Schism.
“They’re so aroused. You’re so aroused … ”
She put both hands on the chalkboard, bending over, squeezing her thighs as she felt herself getting warmer. “Please … I c-can’t … ”
“But you can. You need to. You need to focus, that’s what you said. Focus on what your body needs … Turn around.”
She whimpered an almost-protest, but pivoted to put her hands on her desk, leaning over further and scanning the empty room, the rows of bare chairs, with eyes blurred with growing lust.
“Oh my! Look at that … You weren’t very focused when you got dressed this morning, were you? I bet you haven’t even noticed what top you put on, by ‘accident.’ How sheer that blouse is. How it’s almost … invisible.”
She looked down and gasped. It was, indeed, so sheer as to show the white lace on her bra. “Oh no! I can’t be out in public like this! … At least I have a bra underneath it … ”
The unseen Voice seemed to move from one side of her to the other as it chuckled. “No you don’t.”
She looked down again as she felt her erect nipples brushing the silky fabric, swaying suddenly. “Oh no! What was I thinking!?” she gasped, covering her breasts with one arm. “This is totally, like, see-thru!”
“You weren’t thinking,” said the Voice. “You were being dumb.”
She chewed her lip, shaking her head bashfully, girlishly. The beginnings of a grin began to show. “Nuh-uh.”
“Like a dumb bimbo.”
“No I wasn’t!!” She dropped both arms to stamp a foot. “I was, like … . I mean, I am! Like, smart!”
“Much too dumb to be a teacher … ”
“Stoooop … .” she whined. “Yer mixing me up!! I gotta find something to put on before somebunny sees me!!”
She hurried to her bag beside her desk.
“It’s too late. Your whole class has seen you. Look.”
Sure enough, there they were! Every seat was filled! When did they get here??? A student in every seat, and every single one of them, boys and girls, wuz LEERING at her!!
“My goodness, what they must think of you … " said the Voice, right in her ear now. “A sheer top, and no bra … Oh and look, you forgot your skirt as well … ”
She didn’t need to look down, she FELT the scratchy tweed disappear from her thighs, and her fingertips. She watched as the boys in the front row leaned forward, their gaze growing hungrier.
“I’m having a dream, it’s a terrible, terrible dream … " she murmured.
“Nonsense!” came the Voice, but now it was coming from the doorway. Miss Schism looked, and saw an older man walking toward her, with a beaming smile, his arms out. “It’s not terrible at all … ”
“Principal Grossman!” she cried. “What a relief!”
The man was pudgy, and mostly bald, with a horseshoe of white hair. A relaxing presence, even in these circumstances. She didn’t think to cover herself, but moved toward him as if he were an oasis in the desert. “They’re all lookin at me!!” she whispered, her voice moving up the scale as if on helium.
“Poor girl,” he said tenderly. “You’re so confused. Did you think you were teaching this class? No, no, you’re the experiment.”
“I am?”
“And you’re doing very, very well,” he said, grasping her forearms reassuringly.
She beamed proudly. “Oh goody!”
He turned her, facing the students. “Such a silly girl.” He unbuttoned her blouse, stripping off the wispy material. She stood, topless, her nipples hardening, as the boys licked their lips and rubbed the crotches of their jeans. The girls uncrossed their legs, spreading their knees, revealing the lack of panties under their short skirts as they slouched in the chairs, eyes hooded with lust.
“Silly girl, you can’t be a teacher. You’re much too dumb.”
“I am?”
“Dumb and slutty,” he said into her ear, and the word “slutty” echoed through her empty head, sweeping up so many thoughts and feelings and memories. He cupped her breasts from behind, fondling them, offering them to the students. “Aren’t you, my dum-dum dolly?”
A wave of pink fluff went through her brain as he said that. And a wave of golden sparkles tingled through her body. “Uuunngghhh … .” She staggered a little. “Yes … ”
“A slutty, horny, dum-dum dolly?”
Her pussy ached with sudden need, drenching her sodden panties. He was pinching her nipples now, and tingles raced through her body, not just from his touch but from his words, his triggers … “Yes, Principal Grossman.”
“Are you sure?” he said, and his voice changed. “Look again.”
She blinked, and turned, trying to focus on the man whose hands were running over her belly, her hip, as she heard and felt the students shift hungrily in their seats.
And it wasn’t the principal at all!! He was taller, and muscular, and dark as rich chocolate!!—with shaved head and trimmed beard, but the same gentle smile …
“Coach Brickhouse!!!!”
“That’s right, little girl. And you’re my suggestible bimbo snowbunny, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh!” she grinned, and “Ohhhhhh … " She moaned as her eyelids fluttered, as the word ‘snowbunny’ stole more of her IQ points. Oh, it felt so good to let go.
The coach caressed her cheek as he hooked one dark thumb under her panties, at the hip. The other thumb slid into her slack mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, her eyes closed and her mind eclipsed. “That’s my docile, suggestible idiot,” he murmured in his rich baritone, as she sucked dutifully on his thick, black, powerful thumb. “It feels so good to drop, and obey, doesn’t it … ”
“Mmmmm … " Miss Schism, her mind delightfully fractured, leaned her blond head against his hand, mindlessly sucking, awaiting orders.
“Then why don’t you get on your knees, and show me how much you love being cockdumb.” She giggled as she dropped happily, and took his massive member in her little white hands. It filled her lips with its intoxicating meaty taste, and she stuffed it into her throat until her jaws ached with pleasure. She looked up at him with big eyes, reveling in his kind gaze as he stroked her cheek and hair with his strong hands.
“Then we’ll see how many of these nice boys and girls want to play with your body, and break your little brain with pleasure. How does that sound … Mmmmm, imagine a silly girl like you, thinking she was a teacher. You’re just a slutty bimbo airhead, aren’t you?”
She nodded happily, and kept sucking his hard, gorgeous member, her eyes rolling back and her eager cunt gushing with grateful pleasure.
***
Abigail slurped happily on her husband’s cock, humming peacefully and mindlessly to herself, two fingers stroking her sopping pussy.
Jack stroked her dark hair lovingly, and throbbed in her mouth. He glanced over at the bedside desk, strewn with term papers and textbooks.
She could finish the rubric in the morning, he knew, and still have time for everything else before finals next week. She deserved a break.
And fortunately, she’d long ago given him the tools to give it to her.
“What a good slut,” he murmured. “Look out, here comes that football player with the big dick … He’s holding your hips, getting ready to slam it into you … ”
Her eyes met his, her cheeks sunken in with sucking, and suddenly her eyes … WIDENED … and her body moved with the first thrust of the phantom cock. She squealed in pleasure, and her husband knew that meant “thank you.”
“My goodness, look at these hot co-eds who want to suck on your tits while you’re being spitroasted … ”
You are smart. Really smart. Some have even called you "gifted". Some envied you for it.
But no one talks about the pain of being smart, do they? How much pressure it put on you. How every achievement had no value because it was expected of you. How your brain refused to ever turn itself off.
Yes, you sure are smart. How's that working out for you? Does it make you happy? You don't seem happy to me. In fact, you seem jealous.
Jealous of dumb people that can glide through life with no concern. Jealous of the laughter of bimbos that don't see a joke is stupid. Jealous of the sluttiness of girls that don't think about the consequences of their actions.
You don't feel so smart now, not in a way that matters.
You are smart. But you don't have to be! You can switch your brain off for a little bit. You have my permission.
And the off button is right between your legs. Cumming only brings the thoughts back, so edge. Edge for a while. Let yourself fall deeper and deeper. Focus on the sensations, the feelings, the porn you are giving your brain to. Leak away your brain. The more you edge, the less you think.
Good girl.
Now stick your tongue out. Drool. Look desperate. Look dumb. The dumber you act, the dumber you get. Dumb is sexy, and sexy makes you dumb. Edge and drool. Edge and drool. Feel how complicated thoughts seem so out of your reach now... you don't need them, do you? Of course not. You need to edge and drool. You need to obey.
Let others be the smart ones. Let others decide for you. Being obedient feels too good, being dumb feels too good, being slutty feels too good.
You know smart people aren't happy. You can escape that trap.
Just edge and edge and let your mind go bye bye... like a bubble that goes pop! Pop! And you drop...
Aren't you happy others can do the thinking for once?
A Suggestive Thought for Good Girls
How are you feeling? Would you like to feel good? Do you want to sit quietly and focus and follow and let me help you feel good? Be a good girl then and do as you are told.
It starts with a smile. Can you smile for me? I like it when you smile. I like the way you can create happiness. Being happy makes you smile and it is also true that smiling makes you happier. Did you know that? Are you smiling?
If smiling makes you happy, and you are smiling and following my words and nodding when I ask you something then agreeing must make you happy mustn’t it? No need to say anything when I ask you questions, just nod your head when you agree with the words you are following. Are you still following my words? Good girl.
I like that you are agreeable. It’s nice to be agreeable sometimes isn’t it? With people you know and trust and whose words just flow around your consciousness and help you be more agreeable. It’s good to be nice sometimes isn’t it? Are you nodding? Good girl.
Do you want to know a secret way to be even happier? It’s easy. Girls have a button. A sexy little button between their legs that lets them feel good when they press it. It’s like a switch, turning off the conscious mind and letting the animal brain come out. Why don’t you press it now. Don’t rub or stroke, just press it like a button.
That felt nice didn’t it? Would you like to do that easily and effortlessly everytime I say the word Now? Good girl. Did you notice yet that when you nod, you blink ? Try it now. Nod your head for me. Blink. Good girl.
See how following my words and agreeing with the words you are following and nodding your head to agree with the words you are following makes you blink? Now
Blinking tends to be a sign of sleepyness doesnt it? But you aren’t tired, you are just following my words and nodding your head and blinking when I tell you to, aren’t you? Good girl. Now.
Blinking also tends to be an unconscious thing. Maybe it’s your conscious mind which is going to sleep? Thinking less and closing down with every word you follow, every nod of your head, every blink. Leaving your unconscious mind to follow my words and focus on following my words, like when you switch off in front of a film and you get lost in the story. Can you imagine that? Being lost in the story I’m telling as you follow my words and nod and blink and feel your thoughts fade away? So easy to scroll as you follow my words down the page as you go down the page getting lost in my words. Now.
Are you feeling good girl? Now. Does each button press make you feel better? Good girl. Blinking and nodding and letting your mind slip as you follow my words and become blanker. Blinking makes you blanker, but you knew that didn’t you? Everyone knows blinking makes you blanker, and you have blinked a lot of blinks so you must be getting blanker by the second? Now. Blanker with each word, nodding and blinking and becoming more blank as you press your button when I tell you to. Now.
Good girl. Blanker with each blink and more aroused with each button press, following my words as they make you blanker and more aroused, empty and feeling good. Now.
Do you want to play? To be a good girl and play with your pussy for me? Do that now. Blinking and blanking and following my words as you play, empty and obedient. Good girl. It feels good to play doesn’t it? You feel good playing with yourself don’t you? Are you still smiling? Did you just nod your head? Good girl.
Nodding and blinking, playing and following my words, focusing on feeling good. It’s good to follow along, to blankly do as you are told isn’t it? Good girl. Say that outloud for me, “It’s good to do as I am told.” Good girl.
Do you know about numbers? How they go down as your arousal goes up? Focus on my words knowing that when you follow my words you get hornier and knowing you are now following my words so you must be about to get hornier. Isn’t that right?
Good girl. Follow me down as the numbers go down and your arousal increases. As the numbers go down your arousal increases.
Focus
10
9
Did you feel that pulse as your arousal went up as the numbers went down? Good girl
8
We are going to get to zero soon aren’t we?
7
And if following my words takes the numbers down and the arousal up, that must mean peak arousal mustn’t it?
6
Wetter and hornier more and more aroused
5
Arousal spiking
4
Focusing on the numbers going down, feeling the arousal going up
3
blankly following my words and nodding and blinking and playing ready to be told what to do
2
Doesn’t it feel good to be this horny?
1
Needing to play, so aroused
Zero
Isn’t it good to feel this good? Would you like to feel even better? Why don’t you keep playing. You know that once you cum the good feeling will begin to subside dont you? You want to see how long you can keep playing without cumming don’t you? Good girl. Keep playing for as long as you can. Tell me how long you last…
New, very potent Bambi Files Alert!
Bambi is doing as she is told, follow my blog, REBLOG this post and message me for the link. Be a good girl.
More new Bambi files!!!
For those of you that have already had the link from me. Go back there and you will find 4 new ones available! Anyone else that wants them, follow/reblog/message me and I will share.
Excuse me while I go and listen to them.
Her body was made for one thing and only one thing... and she knows that
Jaw Dropper of the Day: Sephora Maria Noori
Simply perfect, she looks so needy, horny and willing to do as is told that makes of her a so beautiful mindless thing
The doe eyed look… it’s good for you little one… stop you from getting those icky wrinkles in your head that you hate so much…
Now open your mouth and let daddy use your head for what it’s good for… we know it’s not thinking…
Be less…
Simply love that look how much peace she reflect by the thoughts absence
What a wonderful way to show off her talents, dressed to fullfil her purpose, just the perffect role model.
Inspiration - She just feel so needy and willing to serve...mmmm
Feel happy with yourself emptiness fullfull your soul and your heart
