My 10 daily bimbo mantras
My 10 daily mantras:
One day I hope to achieve this, what do you guys think . Check out the bimbo dreams gallery I made for this journal entry.
1.
Be pretty. Be still. Obey.
Those are the three core principles a domesticated woman should concern herself with. No shame or humiliation is too great for her. She’ll endure her womanly fate at the hands of men compliantly. No matter what they do to her she understands she lives to serve and submit. Only when their needs have been met will she find any respite. Until then she’s nothing more than a little plaything for grown men. One that they want to bend and twist until she finally breaks.
2.
I will always allow Men to grope me, I will be vulnerable, pretend to be stupider than I really am . I will Be His playtoy, His thing He fucks when He’s angry and frustrated at the world. Im just a set ofholes anyways; void and empty. Let a Man fill me, complete me. I will always Be a fuckdoll for a Man, any Man.
I am a cunt, Cunts don’t get love, unless they put out for Men.
Cunts are things to be abused and played with. We are hear on this earth only for male entertainment and I will do as i am told, if i dont I know I will suffer.
3. Cunts like me are for cooking, cleaning, beating and fucking.
4. A cunt like me is an object, & objects don’t have feelings or need to be treated with respect.
5. Cunts are just sex objects. Their tits are just slap attachments meant to be touched, grabbed, groped, slapped, drawn on, and fucked.
6. If I let daddy use my ass as a cock sleeve and let him **** me full of cum he will love me forever!!
7. Daddy knows how to make me look pretty. I will be happy when he wants to beat me and im going to thank him with a blowjob for allowing me to be the center of his attention. It’s my job in life, my duty to take his beatings after work since he works so hard to support this dumb bimbo cunt. To help him in anyway to relieve him of frustration is one of the main reasons he keeps me around. I will Make sure to have a hot meal for him on the table while he’s doing it, so he can relax from hitting me during dinner while he takes out his frustration on my chest punching bags. I promise to always service him and love him.
8. I will remember Real men hit and take ownership of cunts like me.
9.
I am a cunt. Cunts exist to be slapped. Cunts deserve to be slapped. Cunts are just cheap whores for men to use. Cunts are just sets of holes meant to be degraded. I am are worthless, pathetic, useless and disposable. I will Never believe that i am anything else than a cheap cum rag. I will not presume to think i have any value, beyond serving as a masturbation aid, a sex toy, a fuck doll for my daddy.
10.
I want to be the one you blame for things. Not just the things I caused, your burnt dinner, the untidy room, the phone call I forgot to tell you about. I want you to blame me for everything. That thing at work that really screwed up your day. The idiot driver who made you slam your fists against the steering wheel on your way home. The waitress who got your order wrong. Bad weather. Traffic jams. Everything. I want you to save your anger for me. Don’t forget about it, let it build up until you finally get home, until you can finally make me pay for all the bullshit these stupid idiots put you through on a daily basis. You used to shout and throw things but now you’re calm. Because you know at the end of the day you use your belt on my ass and tits and listen to that sweet sound the impact makes. You can slap me, yell at me, drag me around by my hair until you’re exhausted and your hands hurt. Your friends, family and colleagues have noticed how much your temper has improved since you met me. At first they thought it was my calming influence on you but deep down they knew it would take a lot more to change someone like you, someone so primal and uncontrolled in his rage. Maybe they suspect something. They must’ve seen glimpses of it, a wince when you move your hand too quickly, a bruise that can’t be explained, a scared look flashing over my face when someone spills their wine and it stains your shirt. They must know but they choose to ignore it, because they like the new you. The nice guy, the guy who brushes over any apology with a smile that says “don’t worry about it”. Who tells his intern that anyone could’ve messed up that appointment. It’s okay. It’s no big deal. They feel so much more at ease around you, they don’t have to walk on eggshells anymore. Instead they joke with you and tell you how relaxed you seem now that you have me. Maybe they feel bad for me sometimes. But then again, I could leave, couldn’t I? It’s my own fault, like everything.
One day I hope to achieve this, what do you guys think . Check out the bimbo dreams gallery I made for this journal entry.
1.
Be pretty. Be still. Obey.
Those are the three core principles a domesticated woman should concern herself with. No shame or humiliation is too great for her. She’ll endure her womanly fate at the hands of men compliantly. No matter what they do to her she understands she lives to serve and submit. Only when their needs have been met will she find any respite. Until then she’s nothing more than a little plaything for grown men. One that they want to bend and twist until she finally breaks.
2.
I will always allow Men to grope me, I will be vulnerable, pretend to be stupider than I really am . I will Be His playtoy, His thing He fucks when He’s angry and frustrated at the world. Im just a set ofholes anyways; void and empty. Let a Man fill me, complete me. I will always Be a fuckdoll for a Man, any Man.
I am a cunt, Cunts don’t get love, unless they put out for Men.
Cunts are things to be abused and played with. We are hear on this earth only for male entertainment and I will do as i am told, if i dont I know I will suffer.
3. Cunts like me are for cooking, cleaning, beating and fucking.
4. A cunt like me is an object, & objects don’t have feelings or need to be treated with respect.
5. Cunts are just sex objects. Their tits are just slap attachments meant to be touched, grabbed, groped, slapped, drawn on, and fucked.
6. If I let daddy use my ass as a cock sleeve and let him **** me full of cum he will love me forever!!
7. Daddy knows how to make me look pretty. I will be happy when he wants to beat me and im going to thank him with a blowjob for allowing me to be the center of his attention. It’s my job in life, my duty to take his beatings after work since he works so hard to support this dumb bimbo cunt. To help him in anyway to relieve him of frustration is one of the main reasons he keeps me around. I will Make sure to have a hot meal for him on the table while he’s doing it, so he can relax from hitting me during dinner while he takes out his frustration on my chest punching bags. I promise to always service him and love him.
8. I will remember Real men hit and take ownership of cunts like me.
9.
I am a cunt. Cunts exist to be slapped. Cunts deserve to be slapped. Cunts are just cheap whores for men to use. Cunts are just sets of holes meant to be degraded. I am are worthless, pathetic, useless and disposable. I will Never believe that i am anything else than a cheap cum rag. I will not presume to think i have any value, beyond serving as a masturbation aid, a sex toy, a fuck doll for my daddy.
10.
I want to be the one you blame for things. Not just the things I caused, your burnt dinner, the untidy room, the phone call I forgot to tell you about. I want you to blame me for everything. That thing at work that really screwed up your day. The idiot driver who made you slam your fists against the steering wheel on your way home. The waitress who got your order wrong. Bad weather. Traffic jams. Everything. I want you to save your anger for me. Don’t forget about it, let it build up until you finally get home, until you can finally make me pay for all the bullshit these stupid idiots put you through on a daily basis. You used to shout and throw things but now you’re calm. Because you know at the end of the day you use your belt on my ass and tits and listen to that sweet sound the impact makes. You can slap me, yell at me, drag me around by my hair until you’re exhausted and your hands hurt. Your friends, family and colleagues have noticed how much your temper has improved since you met me. At first they thought it was my calming influence on you but deep down they knew it would take a lot more to change someone like you, someone so primal and uncontrolled in his rage. Maybe they suspect something. They must’ve seen glimpses of it, a wince when you move your hand too quickly, a bruise that can’t be explained, a scared look flashing over my face when someone spills their wine and it stains your shirt. They must know but they choose to ignore it, because they like the new you. The nice guy, the guy who brushes over any apology with a smile that says “don’t worry about it”. Who tells his intern that anyone could’ve messed up that appointment. It’s okay. It’s no big deal. They feel so much more at ease around you, they don’t have to walk on eggshells anymore. Instead they joke with you and tell you how relaxed you seem now that you have me. Maybe they feel bad for me sometimes. But then again, I could leave, couldn’t I? It’s my own fault, like everything.
7 年 前