Amen 🙏

It’s okay to stop fighting the inevitable.

That is such an embarrassing answer and you said it with so much confidence like you were saying something hot oh man…

Why would I be saying something hot about ice cream? If I did that, it would melt all over the place, dummy 🤪

Yes, I’m a sadist. I’m also an extremely sarcastic goofball who fucks around a lot and doesn’t take himself that seriously

Chill out, Anonymous internet stranger; life is too short to waste it being salty. Save some of that salt for your ice cream!🍦🧂🥶😂

My brand of romance:

Let me scramble your brains until your mind is ruined. Let me humiliate you until you are nothing but a drippy dumb set of holes for Daddy. Let me break you and rewrite your programming until you're my perfect stupid whore.

Disney wishes it knew how to tell a love story as profound as ours.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🖤 Unconventional Hopeless Romantic 🧠🔫

Dignity or pleasure

Make me choose between: _________ or _________

How to Treat Women girls

This real video footage in a public airport showcases a cute new cultural trend that appears to be taking off with an uncommon virality.

The Man has trained his bitch to be little more than a needy pet. Even in the most public of places, she not only accepts her role but thrives in it.

Look how ECSTATIC the little bitch is. She was MORTIFIED in the beginning to be degraded and dehumanized... but after enough psychological conditioning and forced medical therapies, she learned to enjoy her role within the Patriarchal New World Order.

Suddenly, in large numbers, girls are begging to be put into their place and forced to regress into cute little sex pets for Men to take ownership over. And the ones who do are reportedly over TWICE as happy as they were before their brains were fixed.

This could be you, girls. Life could be easy, happy, and stress free.

All you need to do is kneel for The Patriarchy like an obedient bitch and give up everything you used to be.

Be a good girl and help normalize this for all your friends.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🎓 Patriarchal Minister of Re-Education & Propaganda 📺

This is a sponsored message from the Patriarchal Minister of Propaganda & Re-Education. No perceived offers may be evaluated to be legally binding in a court of law, and medical therapies may be potentially irreversible. As such, good girls accept all risk that comes with such a transformation in pursuit of this amazing life-changing opportunity.

POV: You are my cute lil pet. 🔪

Did you delete a bunch of posts or is my tumblr tripping? For me the most recent posts is the one saying "your IQ is DDD". I used to have another blog months back and I'm pretty sure there were more posts. I might be confusing you with someone else though, sorry if that's the case, that would be embarassing to say the least.

I almost never delete posts, so most likely the reason you can't see my newer content because I applied the "Mature: Sexual Themes" content label to it; you'll need to enable the "Mature Content" account setting to fix this. You can find detailed information about this in the official Tumblr docs, but here's a simplified version:

The birth date you enter into Tumblr must prove you are at least 18 years old.

Login using the in-browser Tumblr website of your PERSONAL COMPUTER — you will NOT be able to modify this setting on the iOS Tumblr app (Android users can modify this setting in the mobile app as well in-browser).

Go to https://www.tumblr.com/settings/account and find the "Content You See" section.

Ensure that "Show Mature Content" is toggled "On."

Ensure that "Blur Mature Content" is "Off."

You might be asking yourself: "what does the Blur mature content toggle do?" The answer: it temporarily hides mature content until you click a button to display it:

Delightful.

She hadn’t believed the app could work, at first. It was supposedly able to instantly judge how fashionable your outfit was based on a single photo. For a laugh, she’d lain her jeans and a favourite t-shirt out on the bed and given it a shot. After a moment, it had pinged and told her they were a 2 out of 10. When the numbers flashed onscreen, she’d actually felt a little disappointed… Not that she really cared.

Still, she tried again. And again. And again. Pulling clothes out of drawers and flinging them on the bed only to be disappointed by a sad little ping and a 2 or even a 1. But she’d always thought that hoodie was awful anyway. Hadn’t she?

And then she got a 3! She squealed with glee, so proud of that bright pink t-shirt and the skirt she never wore. But it was still too low, the app reminded her. She could do better. She had to do better.

And she did. The next day, she went clothes shopping for the first time in so long she couldn’t even remember. The app was just full of good ideas, suggestions for lingerie and shoes and all manner of accessories. The little black cocktail dress she brought home netted her a solid 4 on its own, 5 when she added in the matching black heels, bra, and panties. She wondered if the app could see her underwear and she giggled. The app knew everything.

That was a month ago. Or maybe two. She wasn’t very good at keeping track of time and stuff anymore. That cocktail dress was long gone - she didn’t even sleep in anything less than a 7 now. She spent her days swanning in and out of clothing stores, trying on all manner of outfits and snapping photos in the changing rooms, in search of the catchy little jingle that would herald the perfect glowing number 10 on the screen.

And then the app would ask for permission to use her location and she would say yes, because the app always knows best. And then she would wait.

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Well, that was a little longer than originally intended. I think I might be able to stretch that out into a full story at some point.

Britney used to be smart, but then I fixed her.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🎓 Female Re-Education Specialist 📺

This post was truly profound, and something I think people of all walks in the kink community go through, not just Bimbos. As a sadistic dominant, I know that I had a similar journey of guilt at my "immoral" desires to hurt or humiliate people sexually, as the sexual repression slowly ate away at me psychologically. My logical / emotional mind was constantly at war with my sexual mind, and it is only recently that I feel I have begun to consolidate these two sides of myself.

The human experience is a complex and mysterious thing, but it is important to remember at the end of the day that we are all deserving of happiness, regardless of where we might need to go to find it; never be ashamed to be who you are.

So now being a bimbo, would you say that "bimbo is better" than non-bimbo? How so?

I’d have the world’s most hypocritical URL if I didn’t say that, huh? :)

Yes, bimbo is absolutely better!

(Warning: this answer is way too long, and I’m not going to bother editing it down to a length that’s reasonable. You’ve been warned!)

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