misogynyandbimbos:

You know the funniest part? First of all, she believed me that this was the real Navy, which is pretty good. And she believed me when I said part of her Seaman Recruit duties was to fuck me whenever I wanted - I had her drenched in cum an hour after she signed the fake enlistment papers. Plus her whole “boot camp” has been cardio, makeup tutorials off YouTube, and blowjob practice. Oh, and the way she bites her lips and whimpers quietly when I’m ramming into her pussy… I guess you have to be there for that one. But no, man, check this out. The funniest part? This dumb slut said she was signing up to pay for college.

misogynyandbimbos:

You know the funniest part? First of all, she believed me that this was the real Navy, which is pretty good. And she believed me when I said part of her Seaman Recruit duties was to fuck me whenever I wanted - I had her drenched in cum an hour after she signed the fake enlistment papers. Plus her whole “boot camp” has been cardio, makeup tutorials off YouTube, and blowjob practice. Oh, and the way she bites her lips and whimpers quietly when I’m ramming into her pussy… I guess you have to be there for that one. But no, man, check this out. The funniest part? This dumb slut said she was signing up to pay for college.

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misogynyandbimbos:

This is a horror story for all you bimbos out there.
—-
“Hey, I’m… I’m like, not feeling that great all of a sudden….”
Just take it easy. It’ll pass, just breathe.
“No, like, really, my body’s all, you know, tingly and weird?”
Just a minor adjustment. You’ll be fine in a minute.
“Is… is it these glasses? Like, are they the wrong prescriptor thingy?”
Hmmm, an interesting thought. What gave you that idea?
“Well, it was pretty easy, because I started to feel dizzy soon after I put – hey! What’s happening to my tits??”
Like I said, some minor adjustments. They’ll take five or ten minutes to complete.
“I don’t want any adjustments! My tits are like, fucking amazing! Why are they getting smaller? Make it stop!”
Well, this way people will take you more seriously.
“Fuck that, I want my tits back! Wait… what’s going on with my head? Why is my head tingly???”
Just your scalp. Your hair’s shifting back to brown.
“No, no, no, this can’t be happening… I’ve gotta get out of here…”
It’s a real shame, I know, but the fact is we’ve just got a surplus. Who could have expected that?
“Well, anyone with a basic grasp of economics could probably have told you that girls like me don’t actually contribute anything that can be accurately termed value, so if you have too many of us… ohmigod, what the FUCK? Why do I sound like a boring person?”
Not boring so much as productive. The ability to perform basic reasoning is important if you want to hold down a job.
“I don’t want a JOB, you sick pervert! God, I feel awful… I’ve gotta get out of here and get my hands on a nice thick book – I mean, cock! Cock! You’re a fucking monster, you know that?”
You’ll be perfectly happy in this life after I’m done, don’t worry.
“No I won’t!! I don’t want to work, I just want to get my hands on a buh, a buh, on a COCK and sit down and read it from cover to cover. Wait, no, I mean I just want to discuss the ramifications of human-generated climate change. No, that’s not right, I want to start putting money into my 401k. Goddammit, make this stop! I was perfectly happy the way that I was prior to your efforts!”
So did all the other women. That’s the problem. We can’t have 52% of our workforce sitting around fucking all day.
“You do realize that this is completely unethical and, if not explicitly illegal, certainly a violation of my constitutional freedoms under the Bill of Rights? It must be obvious that I’m going to use every point of my IQ to find a way to get back to being a bimbo.”
Yeah, that’s what they all say. You go right ahead and do that. But first, wouldn’t you rather take a look at this analysis of how we might modify banking regulations in an attempt to make home ownership a viable goal for the middle-class?
“Well, yes, obviously that’s important. I suppose I should take a quick look. But just a quick look, then I’m finding a way to reverse this!”
No problem. Here, it’s got all sorts of charts and footnotes.
“Ooh, footnotes. You know, this is actually much more fascinating than I expected. Do we have a summary of the Dodd-Frank Consumer Protection Act handy? I think that would have a lot of bearing here…”

misogynyandbimbos:

This is a horror story for all you bimbos out there.

—-

“Hey, I’m… I’m like, not feeling that great all of a sudden….”

Just take it easy. It’ll pass, just breathe.

“No, like, really, my body’s all, you know, tingly and weird?”

Just a minor adjustment. You’ll be fine in a minute.

“Is… is it these glasses? Like, are they the wrong prescriptor thingy?”

Hmmm, an interesting thought. What gave you that idea?

“Well, it was pretty easy, because I started to feel dizzy soon after I put – hey! What’s happening to my tits??”

Like I said, some minor adjustments. They’ll take five or ten minutes to complete.

“I don’t want any adjustments! My tits are like, fucking amazing! Why are they getting smaller? Make it stop!”

Well, this way people will take you more seriously.

“Fuck that, I want my tits back! Wait… what’s going on with my head? Why is my head tingly???”

Just your scalp. Your hair’s shifting back to brown.

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening… I’ve gotta get out of here…”

It’s a real shame, I know, but the fact is we’ve just got a surplus. Who could have expected that?

“Well, anyone with a basic grasp of economics could probably have told you that girls like me don’t actually contribute anything that can be accurately termed value, so if you have too many of us… ohmigod, what the FUCK? Why do I sound like a boring person?”

Not boring so much as productive. The ability to perform basic reasoning is important if you want to hold down a job.

I don’t want a JOB, you sick pervert! God, I feel awful… I’ve gotta get out of here and get my hands on a nice thick book – I mean, cock! Cock! You’re a fucking monster, you know that?”

You’ll be perfectly happy in this life after I’m done, don’t worry.

No I won’t!! I don’t want to work, I just want to get my hands on a buh, a buh, on a COCK and sit down and read it from cover to cover. Wait, no, I mean I just want to discuss the ramifications of human-generated climate change. No, that’s not right, I want to start putting money into my 401k. Goddammit, make this stop! I was perfectly happy the way that I was prior to your efforts!”

So did all the other women. That’s the problem. We can’t have 52% of our workforce sitting around fucking all day.

You do realize that this is completely unethical and, if not explicitly illegal, certainly a violation of my constitutional freedoms under the Bill of Rights? It must be obvious that I’m going to use every point of my IQ to find a way to get back to being a bimbo.”

Yeah, that’s what they all say. You go right ahead and do that. But first, wouldn’t you rather take a look at this analysis of how we might modify banking regulations in an attempt to make home ownership a viable goal for the middle-class?

Well, yes, obviously that’s important. I suppose I should take a quick look. But just a quick look, then I’m finding a way to reverse this!”

No problem. Here, it’s got all sorts of charts and footnotes.

Ooh, footnotes. You know, this is actually much more fascinating than I expected. Do we have a summary of the Dodd-Frank Consumer Protection Act handy? I think that would have a lot of bearing here…”

misogynyandbimbos:

Save this picture for three months, then show it to her. The “before” photo. Back when she was still a person.
Point out the fear in her face, and how small it is.
Have her look in a mirror now, to see what real fear looks like.
After that… hell, do whatever you want. Three months in, she’ll be too broken to stop you.

misogynyandbimbos:

Save this picture for three months, then show it to her. The “before” photo. Back when she was still a person.

Point out the fear in her face, and how small it is.

Have her look in a mirror now, to see what real fear looks like.

After that… hell, do whatever you want. Three months in, she’ll be too broken to stop you.

inherplace:

She hadn’t been sure what she was expecting, really, but this is most definitely not what she imagined when they told her she’d be “spending some extra time in the ball pit.”

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suckitbimbo:

Ugh
I can’t believe he wants me to wear this. I look like a total whore. It barely covers my butt and the belt pushes my breasts together way too much. I don’t like showing off this much cleavage.
I suppose the belt does make my waist look thinner…
The black colour is pretty too. And I guess it’s not so short. It is warm outside after all. It’s only practical.
My boobs actually look really sexy. Sure, I don’t really like getting by on my looks, but I’ll do it for him. He’s so good to me, it’s only right I do something for him.
And is really so bad if someone gets a glimpse of my butt? It’s a really fine ass too. I bet he’d love to get a glimpse of it. Maybe even touch it.
Mmmhh
I bet that’d feel really good. Having his strong hands groping my ass. The dress is nice and short, so he can just run his hand over my bare ass. Then he could flip up the dress and fuck my wet pussy. I’d get so wet, having him play with my ass. Maybe he’d play with my tits too! That’d be amazing. I bet that would make him happy.
Christ, I get wet just thinking about it.
I hope he gets here soon. I doubt we’ll even make it to the restaurant

suckitbimbo:

Ugh

I can’t believe he wants me to wear this. I look like a total whore. It barely covers my butt and the belt pushes my breasts together way too much. I don’t like showing off this much cleavage.

I suppose the belt does make my waist look thinner…

The black colour is pretty too. And I guess it’s not so short. It is warm outside after all. It’s only practical.

My boobs actually look really sexy. Sure, I don’t really like getting by on my looks, but I’ll do it for him. He’s so good to me, it’s only right I do something for him.

And is really so bad if someone gets a glimpse of my butt? It’s a really fine ass too. I bet he’d love to get a glimpse of it. Maybe even touch it.

Mmmhh

I bet that’d feel really good. Having his strong hands groping my ass. The dress is nice and short, so he can just run his hand over my bare ass. Then he could flip up the dress and fuck my wet pussy. I’d get so wet, having him play with my ass. Maybe he’d play with my tits too! That’d be amazing. I bet that would make him happy.

Christ, I get wet just thinking about it.

I hope he gets here soon. I doubt we’ll even make it to the restaurant

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hdbrazzers:

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rapeandprettybows:

Have any of you lovelies smelled Viktor & Rolf’s Bonbon??!! I have been dying to try a sample but haven’t had time but guys THE BOTTLE IS A BOW IT WAS CLEARLY MADE FOR ME ♥

rapeandprettybows:

Have any of you lovelies smelled Viktor & Rolf’s Bonbon??!! I have been dying to try a sample but haven’t had time but guys THE BOTTLE IS A BOW IT WAS CLEARLY MADE FOR ME ♥

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inherplace:

This tragic picture was taken one year after the pair had been found in Pripyat, apparently living in total isolation for decades. In the complete absence of male influence, the two had constructed many elaborate false penises. Whenever one of them wore such a facsimile, she would become an object of devout worship for the other.
The couple was, of course, studied extensively in their native habitat by anthropologists. The research proved that women are not merely innately submissive to male authority, but that they also require an actual penis upon which to lavish adoration. These rituals occupied their every free moment, stopping only to masturbate or scavenge food.
Eventually the scientists had learned all they could and, after verifying that the two were not radioactive to any dangerous degree, took them in and gave them their first experiences with actual cock. Afterwards, they were brought back to civilization as a curiosity.
Unfortunately, even though their unique nature provided them with ample male attention – usually serving dozens of men each day – the two continued their bizarre and now-inappropriate rituals. They would seek out, and use, penile replacements on a regular basis, much to the disgust of their handlers.

(Photo credit.)

inherplace:

This tragic picture was taken one year after the pair had been found in Pripyat, apparently living in total isolation for decades. In the complete absence of male influence, the two had constructed many elaborate false penises. Whenever one of them wore such a facsimile, she would become an object of devout worship for the other.

The couple was, of course, studied extensively in their native habitat by anthropologists. The research proved that women are not merely innately submissive to male authority, but that they also require an actual penis upon which to lavish adoration. These rituals occupied their every free moment, stopping only to masturbate or scavenge food.

Eventually the scientists had learned all they could and, after verifying that the two were not radioactive to any dangerous degree, took them in and gave them their first experiences with actual cock. Afterwards, they were brought back to civilization as a curiosity.

Unfortunately, even though their unique nature provided them with ample male attention – usually serving dozens of men each day – the two continued their bizarre and now-inappropriate rituals. They would seek out, and use, penile replacements on a regular basis, much to the disgust of their handlers.

(Photo credit.)

(Source: sheshootstoo)

inherplace:

normalised1:

She’ll be using her tongue to clean up any spots she misses.

Also to clean any spots left when he misses.

inherplace:

normalised1:

She’ll be using her tongue to clean up any spots she misses.

Also to clean any spots left when he misses.

inherplace:

“…now that we’ve covered the basics, let’s start talking about some common problem areas,” she said, looking out across a sea of apathetic employees. Most of them were either playing with their phones or chatting with each other.
That wouldn’t do. She was coming dangerously close to speaking out of turn, despite the fact that the company was paying her to give this presentation. Oh well, no one ever said the consequences of the Harridan Act had to be logical.
She undid a couple more buttons on her blouse and cleared her throat, recapturing some of the lost attention. It was safe to continue, at least for now.
“Most of us love a good laugh, and humor can relieve tension and energize. However, sarcasm and teasing carry some unfortunate risks. Fun certainly isn’t banned in the workplace, but ‘it was just a joke’ is no excuse. Remember that it’s the impact, not the intent, that determines if a reasonable person would consider the behavior appropriate.”
Dozens of eyes rolled. She was losing them again, and fast. It was time to take more drastic action.

Taking her blouse off entirely, she puffed her chest out and plastered on a smile she didn’t feel. It was way too early to be resorting to this. Damnit, why the hell didn’t I go for bigger implants? This is my livelihood on the line! I should’ve known C cups wouldn’t be enough.
“Also remember that unwanted touching can be offensive and uncomfortable to others. Please keep this in mind if you’re used to touching people in your private life,” she said, speeding through the section awkwardly. Nobody ever listens to that part anyway.
“Remember that if unwelcome behavior causes offense, it will be judged based on whether or not a reasonable person would find it offensive. A reasonable pers—”
“I got yer reasonable person right here,” hooted one of the men in the front row. He was gesturing to his crotch.
Everyone laughed, but it didn’t help. They were paying attention to the heckler now, and not her. Goddamnit, she thought, unable to speak until a few more eyes were back on her.
With a heavy sigh, she hiked up her skirt, revealing the garters and she’d worn for just this occasion. Of course, she hadn’t planned on showing them before hitting the section on Employee Responsibilities near the end.
Shivering as the air conditioning vent directly above her blew down on her exposed skin, she skipped ahead even more. “Remember that retaliation against your employees after they have filed a complaint is illegal,” she said, not bothering to point out that most employers get around this by simply not giving a reason for firing the troublemaker. Everyone already knew that loophole.
“Anyone filing a report is entitled to confidentiality, within reason,” she continued on autopilot, climbing atop the table and turning away from the crowd. She arched her back and leaned forward, running her hands up her legs. “If the issue goes to court, all requests for confidentiality will be voided,” she added, squeezing her ass seductively.
A wolf-whistle came from the back of the room, making her shudder. Still, it was proof that they were paying attention, and that meant she was free to continue.
“Please keep in mind that is a serious problem, causing more than hurt feelings. It is very disruptive to a workplace, and it can lead to a loss of health, time, productivity, and company profits.”
Groans from behind her. Fuck.
Flipping back around to face them again, she spread her legs and hiked her skirt up even more, exposing her freshly shaved cunt to the cold air.
Tracing slow circles around her clit, she rushes the rest of the presentation as fast as she can. “If you think you might be a victim yourself, please talk to the person directly and explain your problem. If it continues, document it thoroughly before taking it to your superior. Rest assured that your complaint will be handled with the utmost respect.”
Sinking a couple of fingers into her hole, she asks if there are any questions.
There are several, but none are about the presentation. She ignores them.
“Thank you for your time today. Before you leave, I will need all of you to sign a form indicating that you understood this seminar and will do your utmost to prevent sexual harassment in the workplace,” she announces with dread. Predictably, every man in the room snaps to attention.
The predatory gaze that follows allows her speak all she wants; a pity that the sudden lump in her throat has stolen her voice.

inherplace:

“…now that we’ve covered the basics, let’s start talking about some common problem areas,” she said, looking out across a sea of apathetic employees. Most of them were either playing with their phones or chatting with each other.

That wouldn’t do. She was coming dangerously close to speaking out of turn, despite the fact that the company was paying her to give this presentation. Oh well, no one ever said the consequences of the Harridan Act had to be logical.

She undid a couple more buttons on her blouse and cleared her throat, recapturing some of the lost attention. It was safe to continue, at least for now.

“Most of us love a good laugh, and humor can relieve tension and energize. However, sarcasm and teasing carry some unfortunate risks. Fun certainly isn’t banned in the workplace, but ‘it was just a joke’ is no excuse. Remember that it’s the impact, not the intent, that determines if a reasonable person would consider the behavior appropriate.”

Dozens of eyes rolled. She was losing them again, and fast. It was time to take more drastic action.

Taking her blouse off entirely, she puffed her chest out and plastered on a smile she didn’t feel. It was way too early to be resorting to this. Damnit, why the hell didn’t I go for bigger implants? This is my livelihood on the line! I should’ve known C cups wouldn’t be enough.

“Also remember that unwanted touching can be offensive and uncomfortable to others. Please keep this in mind if you’re used to touching people in your private life,” she said, speeding through the section awkwardly. Nobody ever listens to that part anyway.

“Remember that if unwelcome behavior causes offense, it will be judged based on whether or not a reasonable person would find it offensive. A reasonable pers—”

“I got yer reasonable person right here,” hooted one of the men in the front row. He was gesturing to his crotch.

Everyone laughed, but it didn’t help. They were paying attention to the heckler now, and not her. Goddamnit, she thought, unable to speak until a few more eyes were back on her.

With a heavy sigh, she hiked up her skirt, revealing the garters and she’d worn for just this occasion. Of course, she hadn’t planned on showing them before hitting the section on Employee Responsibilities near the end.

Shivering as the air conditioning vent directly above her blew down on her exposed skin, she skipped ahead even more. “Remember that retaliation against your employees after they have filed a complaint is illegal,” she said, not bothering to point out that most employers get around this by simply not giving a reason for firing the troublemaker. Everyone already knew that loophole.

“Anyone filing a report is entitled to confidentiality, within reason,” she continued on autopilot, climbing atop the table and turning away from the crowd. She arched her back and leaned forward, running her hands up her legs. “If the issue goes to court, all requests for confidentiality will be voided,” she added, squeezing her ass seductively.

A wolf-whistle came from the back of the room, making her shudder. Still, it was proof that they were paying attention, and that meant she was free to continue.

“Please keep in mind that is a serious problem, causing more than hurt feelings. It is very disruptive to a workplace, and it can lead to a loss of health, time, productivity, and company profits.”

Groans from behind her. Fuck.

Flipping back around to face them again, she spread her legs and hiked her skirt up even more, exposing her freshly shaved cunt to the cold air.

Tracing slow circles around her clit, she rushes the rest of the presentation as fast as she can. “If you think you might be a victim yourself, please talk to the person directly and explain your problem. If it continues, document it thoroughly before taking it to your superior. Rest assured that your complaint will be handled with the utmost respect.”

Sinking a couple of fingers into her hole, she asks if there are any questions.

There are several, but none are about the presentation. She ignores them.

“Thank you for your time today. Before you leave, I will need all of you to sign a form indicating that you understood this seminar and will do your utmost to prevent sexual harassment in the workplace,” she announces with dread. Predictably, every man in the room snaps to attention.

The predatory gaze that follows allows her speak all she wants; a pity that the sudden lump in her throat has stolen her voice.

inherplace:

The look on her face makes me think she’s not quite 100% sure she wants to be doing this.
Still, he wants her to quit her job in a memorable way, and she’s sure as hell not going to say no to him. 

inherplace:

The look on her face makes me think she’s not quite 100% sure she wants to be doing this.

Still, he wants her to quit her job in a memorable way, and she’s sure as hell not going to say no to him. 

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uddermasterr:

A hucows new life

uddermasterr:

A hucows new life

uddermasterr:

Nadine Jensen 34 G ?

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sexandkandee:

oh :)