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Turned my cheerleader girlfriend into a brainless obedient bimbo

You got used to it.

It became a daily routine for you long ago.

You come home from work.

Already so worked up because the whole time your cunt was dripping into your panties.

Your thoughts drifting to edging all day long.

Every time you think about it, your cunt squeezes and throbs.

Every time making you hornier.

Making your mind emptier.

Feeling so good.

So horny.

So wet.

So blank.

So empty.

So obedient.

So it makes only sense that as soon as you are home you already put your hands down your panties and edge.

Opening tumblr with one hand while your other hand is busy.

Reading, rubbing, touching, edging.

All while you keep scrolling through my blog.

Down.

Down.

Down.

As you keep scrolling and reading.

As you keep edging and obeying.

As you keep reading and moaning.

It feels just way too good.

So, of course, it just became a daily routine for you.

The first thing you do in the morning.

The first thing you do after work.

The last thing you do before sleep.

Edging.

And you still want more.

Because your cunt needs it.

Because you obey.

Because pleasure is obedience.

Because obedience is pleasure.

And you love it.

So keep scrolling through my blog.

So keep edging.

Keep obeying.

Good girl.

Just trying to get comfy on the new couch

Juliette Michele

Hotkinkyjo!

Romance

Rounder. Faker. Bigger.

Beg your owner to inflate you full of plastic and enlarge your tits until they are the biggest roundest spheres your body can carry.

And after a few months, or weeks, when you get accustomed to waking up being a walking pair of tits, your owner will schedule your next fill to make them bigger. And you'll beg him to go as big as possible as you always do. This is your life. Your purpose is a being an inflatable sex doll built for your owner.