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Do’s and Dont’s of a Bimbo
December 1st, 2009 | 
Author: Do wear heavy make-up.
Don’t act sophisticated.
Do Dress slutty.
Don’t act intelligent.
Do practice being an airhead.
Don’t read too much.
Do smoke, since it looks sexy.
Don’t ever say no.
Do swallow.
Don’t spit.
Do wear your highest high heels.
Don’t ever dress conservative.
Slut training 101
Rules for sluts to live by:
1. Always wear your make-up thick and over-done, so as to look cheap.
2. Never go out wearing anything lower than 4″ high heels, and preferably, wear something even higher.
3. Wear a bra that will show through your blouse. If the blouse is not low-cut, then unbutton it until the bra is showing.
4. Giggle and act dumb at all times as men love this type of behavior.
5. The word “No” does not exist in your vocabulary. Always, always say yes when a man wants something.
6. Practice sucking on your dildo daily so you can deep throat without gagging.
7. The smaller and larger rule: Smaller brains and bigger boobs.
8. Smoking and drinking- Smoking is sexy so do it. Drinking makes you loose your inhibitions, so do it.
9. Find a girlfriend and make out in front of your man. Men love girls that make out with other girls, so it is your job is to make this happen.
10. Always, always, always swallow.
the slap
The slap on my face was beyond painful. The sensation of being slapped over and over and over on my face felt like fire. All because I could not take proper instruction.
About two months ago I had my first experience as a tranny. I went to a bar dressed like a whore: tight mini skirt, leather like blouse that looked as if it could not keep my tits in any longer, 5″ red high heel pumps, and a red shoulder-length wig all gave me the look of a professional girl.
Men could not stop staring. Although I was nervous, I liked the attention I was getting. After a few of the usual “Hi honey, can I buy you a drink?” then came by a man that appeared different. His smile, made me feel at ease, forgetting for a moment that I was a silly cross dresser trying to fool a few men.
“Hi, my name is Bobby and I am visiting the country for the first time.” He sounded so genuine and kind that I wanted to know him better. “Hi Bobby, welcome the the U.S.!” I said with the most breathy and sexy voice I could find.
In what seemed like only a hour, we found ourselves talking for five full hours until it was so late, that we were the last ones in the bar. Bobby worked for the government of Algeria and he was here to do some business transaction. Whatever, I liked him and found myself staring into his eyes.
“Would it be too forward of me to ask if you need a ride home, lovely lady?” I was charmed off my high heels. He really thought that I was a lovely lady! I found myself saying yes before I knew it and soon we were off into the night.
We went to his hotel room and he poured us a drink. I sipped mine but found myself becoming dizzy. When I told him, he suggested that I just lay on the couch until I felt better.
The next think I knew, I was awakened by a splitting headache and the sound of a woman crying. I was no longer in his apartment, or even in the country for what I could tell. Bobby was gone and now I was in a small room with two other women and about six men.
One woman was being told to strip and when she hesitated, they slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor. Te other woman was giving two men oral sex but it appeared she was fighting it as they were holding her in place tightly and demanding that she improve her “work”.
A man came over to me and smiled and said “Another dumb bimbo that has fallen for our Bobby! How amusing!”
I was drugged and then kidnapped for the sole purpose of becoming a sex slave! I had to get out of here! Then several men came over and told me to show them my “talents”. I started to beg for them to let me go, but then they started hold me down, strapping me to a post. Before long I could not move and they asked me again to show them what I could do. I started crying. Maybe I really was a woman! I knew I was trapped!
Then a large man came close and said “I know you are nothing but a bimbo, but you will show us your talents because you are now a cumslut!”, then he began slapping my face over, and over, and over.
The only escape from this terrible pain was to do exactly as he desired. I finally said “Okay! Okay! I will show you! Undo my arms, please.” Once my arms were untied, I went over to the large man and slowly unzipped his pants, exposing a massive cock! I knew that I had to obey.
I first started stroking it, then kissing the head. Then he grabbed my head and shoved the cock so far down my throat that I almost blacked out! I sucked best I could and found that he was pulling and pushing my head so violently, that I did not have to do much of anything, he was using me as a fuck doll.
Soon, he moaned and cum shot out! He missed my mouth and it went all over my face, eyes and lips. The other men laughed and applauded my efforts. “She will bring a high price tag, don’t you think?” Then I knew that to survive, I would have to become the best blow job bimbo on the planet.
A secretaries place.
All my life I imagined becoming the perfect bimbo secretary. Big, firm tits, revealing, tight and sexy clothes, the highest of high heels, and a total airhead.
My dream came true last month. I answered an add in the paper and was given a phone interview and, I got the job!
I went in for my first day. I was hired by a very firm and demanding boss, Mr. Davis. He is the president of a large corporation and hired me to answer the phone and do filing. At first, he asked me to come into his office and he would drop a pencil and ask me to pick it up. He did this often, simply to look down my blouse to see my large tits.
My nipples were protruding and firm, and he stared at them whenever he talked to me. One day I wore jeans. In about 45 minutes I was called into Mr. Davis’ office. He screamed at me! “You dumb little slut! Don’t you know anything? As my secretary, you are NEVER to wear pants. You are nothing but a slut. A bimbo. A whore. MY whore! I demand an apology!”
I could not lose this job so I apologized. “Mr. Davis, I am really sor…” The next thing I know, he walked over to me and said “Bitch, suck my cock and make it quick! I have a board meeting in 15 minutes and so help me, if you spill any cum onto my new rug, I will beat your ass!”
I was not that kind of girl but knew I had to obey…and fast! I unzipped his expensive dress pants and started sucking fast. He came quickly and talked so dirty as he came. “Fucking whore! Take it all, you dirty dumb cumslut! Eat it like a woman should!”
I finished and he allowed me to go.
“Betty?” his masculine voice echoed my name. “Yes, Mr. Davis?” “Betty, as punishment for today, wear that white low cut top tomorrow, I feel like cumming down your tits and you will wear my cum all day while answering the phone, do you understand?!”
“Yes Mr. Davis, I understand.”
first time out
Mistress M decided that it was finally time to send me out dressed as a woman. I wore my tight white sweater, thick red lipstick, bright red nail polish, 5″ black high heels, my long black wig, and the tightest pair of woman’s jeans I own. I felt like such a little slut!
She gave me instructions to drive to a mall about 20 miles from home. My heart was beating fast as I have never dressed as a bimbo while driving. What if I had a flat or got pulled over by the police?!
When I arrived, I called her as instructed. I was so frightened! She let out a little laugh and told me to take a photo of myself on my phone and send it to her. I took one of me posing against my car, my tits pushed out as far as possible. I really looked passable!
She said “Bimbo, do you trust your Goddess?” And I hesitantly said “Yes Goddess, of course.” She then said, “Okay, I want you to go into the shopping center and buy a pack of cigarettes and then come back out and call me.” I was so frightened to be a woman in public! I slowly walked into the store and quickly purchased the cigarettes and quickly went back to my car, wobbling in my high heels, boobs flopping all over. I must have looked so silly.
I called Goddess and she told me that she wanted to be pleased with me. I told her I so wanted that too and to tell me what to do. She then said “Bimbo, place your keys inside the car and…lock the car.” I gasped! “But Goddess!?” She then took a firm voice and said “Look bimbo! Do what I said and do it NOW!”
I was so terrified! What would happen to me so far from home and dressed as a woman? I felt as if my heart would explode! Then, without hesitation, I heard the sound of the door thud close…with my keys locked inside!
I heard Goddess laugh loud and hard at my predicament. “Now bimbo, light up a cigarette and go stand next to the lamp pole and look like the most sexy slut imaginable.” I did as I was told and felt humiliated and terrified.
Goddess then said “A friend of mine will be coming by to visit you bimbo. Never before have I felt so weak and submissive. I did not know what to do!
With my large firm tits pushing through my sweater, my red lipstick and sexy high heels, I looked and felt exactly like a real whore. Then, a large older man walked up to me and asked me to follow him to his car! I was frozen. My legs would not work! He then walked over and, without a word, took me by the wrist and led me to his car.
He opened the passenger door and I got in, not knowing what else I could do. He then got in and then, before I could speak, began rubbing my leg. Slowly his hand made it up to the edge of my lace panties and then he stopped. “It’s time dear” he said. I did not know what he meant. He then took his hand and placed it on mine.
“Time to please daddy and then you get your ride home.” I tried to talk but he stopped me and said “Silly whore, a woman’s mouth is not for talking!” He then took his hands to my head and positioned me down to his unzipped pants! He took out what looked to be the largest cock imaginable and told me to get to work! I tried to escape but his strength was too much. All I could do was accept the massive cock into my lipsticked mouth!
Before long I was sucking like a baby on its mother’s breast. I got into a rhythm that seemed to please him, as he just moaned this long, satisfied moan. Sucking became so easy for me, the taste of his pre cum along with my lipstick was like a drug, I had to taste more and more. What was happening to me?!
Then, he pulled me close and let out a load moan. I just continued servicing his cock, sucking long, deep motions. Then, his cock stiffened and I felt an explosion in my mouth! I did not want this! I was not a woman!
Too late. His cum filled my mouth. I could not believe how much I had. I pulled away to spit it out when he said “Bitch, you will swallow every drop if you want to ever get home!” I knew that he meant it and I had no other choice than to obey. I closed my eyes and swallowed the hot cum. I felt completely weakened and worthless.
He drove me home and my first experience as a real whore was completed. Shortly after, Goddess called me. “Bimbo, did you service my friend?” I said yes. “Well then, you now owe me $50.” “Goddess, but why?” She said “Silly girl! DO you think that whores are free? Now pay up!”
10 Tips to giving the perfect bimbo blowjob!
Hi girls! I have decided to share ten great tips to giving the perfect bimbo blowjob (giggle).
1. Always, always look as slutty as possible. men love sluts and you should do whatever it takes to make your man happy.
2. Wear thick red lipstick. When you suck you want to make your lips as soft and suckable as possible. Also, red is the color of hookers so impress your man with a color that will arouse him.
3. Look up at him while sucking. Showing that innocent, lil girl look with that longing for him look, will make his cock hard as hell.
4. Take his cock deep as possible. If you aren’t gagging and feeling as if you might pass out, then you aren’t taking it like a whore.
5. Suck as if it were the bestest lollipop of all time! You better prove to him that you can be a real whore or else he will find a real whore.
6. Place his hands behind your head and make him face fuck you…he will adore you for this little fun position.
7. Moan a sign of enjoyment “mmmmmmmmm” makes your man know just how much you love his cock in your mouth.
8. When he cums, act as if he just gave you a million bucks. Adore his cum. Be proud that you were his cumslut for the day.
9. Swallow with pride. He chose you as his cum receptacle, and no one else. How lucky you are! Smile as that hot cum gurgles down your little throat.
10. Thank him. A woman’s place is beneath her man with his cock inyour mouth. It is our duty to please.
VIDEO COMING SOON!
Bimbo Betty
Dear Goddess M
Below you will read a letter from my bitch who is begging to forgive her for talking out of line. You will also find a lot more info on her, since I’m making her post lots of stuff about her outings and whorings along with pictures and youtube clips!! She makes me so proud when she obeys like the whore she is! You will know her as Bimbo Betty!
xoxo
M~
Dear Goddess M.
Before you, i was nothing. i was a simple man and nothing more.
You decided to grace me with your wonderful powers and decided it would amuse you to transform me.
Without any will of my own, you transformed me into the image of your choice: a feminine, weak, air headed bimbo.
i have become your property and i am no more important than a chair or a rug. i am yours to do whatever you so desire. It is all about you as it should be.
i should not argue that you transformed me into a woman. i should be honored to have been forged into the dominant sex. my desires do not matter, only Your desires matter.
You have chosen that i become a woman and so i am a woman.
You have decided that this woman is a bimbo, weak, obedient and pleasing to men so i am.
my desires and dreams and fantasies are only of You. To make You proud and make You pleased with me.
If you desire that i am to have large bimbo tits, than i bow to You and thank You and get large bimbo tits.
If you desire that i become addicted to cum, i will. If You decide that i smoke because it makes me look like a slut, i will.
i want to please You and become perfect for You.
i want to show You my obedience and that i am completely Your property.
i will do this by being a whore anytime day or night.
If You choose to create a webpage of me to earn more income for You, i will proudly become a web whore for You.It is all about You and always will be.
(curtsying)
Your bottom bitch forever,
Bimbo Betty
the “bulls-eye!”
The lights are hotter than you’d imagined. The makeup she’s applied feels shinier, brighter somehow under the glare. You blink — your eyelashes like giant spider legs against your cheeks. Your rose-rouged cheeks, you remember. To match your whore lips, she’d said just moments ago. You wonder what you look like in the camera’s lens, because it is pointed right at you. You feel it like the hot point of a laser.
But it is your mouth you feel the most. She’s outlined it — a brick smear all around the outside curve of your lips. It makes your mouth the perfect bulls-eye for cock, she’d said, and you heard the girl giggles from beyond the light. She never told you her friends would be here today, but they are. You can’t see them but they can see you, and they are — have been and will be — watching everything.
She filled in the outline — the “bulls-eye” — with glossy red lipstick; showing it to you before applying it. You’re just going to be the perfect little Candy Mouth with this on, she’d said, the perfect Cock Sucking Candy Mouth. You couldn’t help yourself then and you whimpered. And she slapped your face hard. Of course, the girls laughed, one of them telling her, “That’s it. Smack the fuck out of that sniveling, Candy Mouth Faggot.”
And now you are waiting. Waiting on your knees in the glaring spot light, naked except for your make up and the large, red bow she’s tied around your penis. Waiting in this cavernous, high-ceilinged and dull grey chamber. Ignored for the moment as beyond the light last minute preparations are made. And you are going to do this. You know there is no going back now.
You are going to suck cock. You are going to do it in front of the camera and Mistress will do as she pleases with the film.
A door opens and closes. You hear the heavy footsteps.
“Wait. One more thing.”
She kneels in front of you with the red lipstick. She begins writing on your chest. “Make sure you get this on film, too, ” she says to the person behind the camera. To you she says, “You deserve this. You deserve everything you’re getting.”
When she is done writing she tells you what she wrote on your chest, the asks, “Who are you?” You’re not sure what she wants and don’t answer fast enough. “I just wrote it on your chest, DumbFuck.” She slaps you hard again. “Figure it out.”
“I am Candy Mouth.”
“Now let’s get this right the first time,” she says as she gets up and walk beyond the light. We are going to start filming and we’re going to start with you answering a few questions. Got it?”
“Yes, Maam.”
“Okay, are we ready.” She is talking to them, not you, and you are silent.
You see the blinking light that tells you filming has started.
Who are you?
“I am Candy Mouth.”
Does Candy Mouth fuck girls?
No Maam.
Why doesn’t Candy Mouth fuck girls?
Because I am a faggot cocksucker, Maam.
Then the shuffle of feet as a man steps into the light. He is shirtless; you can see the muscles of his arms and chest pumping even as he steps forward. The black leather hood covering his head matches his tight pants. You can see his bulge, large and heavy riding up the right side of his crotch.
In spite of yourself — your embarrassment, your complete humiliation — you are getting excited. You feel the red bow move against your upper thigh as you become erect. The man is standing right in front of you when you hear Mistress speak again.
Why is your penis getting erect, Candy Mouth?
“Because I’m going to suck this big man’s cock, Maam. I’m a faggot cocksucker.”
Don’t you think you better ask permission, Candy Mouth?
Your hands at your sides, you look up at this man you do not know, you cannot see. You lick your lips, feeling your heart hammer against your ribcage. You feel so small, so weak.
“Sir, may I please suck your man cock. Can I put my sissy lips around your fat prick and take the load from your balls. Please, Sir?”
The girls giggle again, but this time Mistress is quick to shush them. The man grabs his crotch and grunts; he teases you, running the tips of his sausage fingers over the shiny leather covering his bulge. Finally, he unzips his fly, but then puts both hands on his hips. He wants you to come after it.
And so, fingers trembling, you reach inside and pull out his cock. It is thick and dense with veins; the head is the size of a small fist. Although you want to swallow it whole, you move slowly. Although you wish he would just grab your head and throat fuck you, you know better. You move your head forward, opening your mouth and place the heavy bulk of his meat onto your tongue.
As you begin working your mouth up and down on his cock you hear him grunt from behind the hood: “That’s it, Faggot; that’s a good, little Dick Bitch.” Your own little penis thrills to hear the contempt in his deep voice, causing your red ribbon to bob up and down. Placing his large fingers across your scalp he begins pushing his cock into your mouth, stroke by stroke, deeper and deeper.
As his movements become quicker, his breath raspier, you fumble to pull his balls from the open zipper. Feeling their swollen fullness, thinking about taking all of that down your throat. But suddenly he stops and pulls his cock from your mouth.
“You want that,” he says as he smacks his cock back and forth across your face, strands of pre-cum streaming across your nose, your eyebrows, your painted cheeks. “You want what’s in those balls?”
You moan. “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir, please. I want it. I want your cum. I want to eat your cum.”
Then Mistress speaks from the dark, from behind the camera: Tell us who you are. Tell everybody watching who you are, and then we’ll let you have your Cock Juice.
And you do. You tell the world:
“I am Candy Mouth. I’m a Faggot Bitch Dick Eater. I suck man cum out of Real Men’s Balls.”
Then leaning over you, pushing his cock so far back into your throat that your are gagging. His bloated balls are like rocks against your chin. And you don’t care that everyone and anyone will be able to see this, see you humiliated and used like this. Because you want that cum.
Because you are candy mouth!
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14 Great things about having a small PENIS!
14. You have something to take the focus off your receding hairline.
13. It makes your otherwise-dainty hands look huge.
12. You get to have fun watching your sexual partner come up with creative compliments (God bless her) to make you feel better about your modest member, like “You’re soooo hard!” “It grows so much!” and, worst of all, “It fits my vagina perfectly.”
11. You can relate to women better because you more or less have a vagina.
10. Your son’s penis envy will disappear by the time he hits 11.
9. Your balls look much more substantial.
8. You have a 14 percent better chance of talking your significant other into backdoor action.
7. You are marginally less likely to get your pecker caught in a wood mulcher. (It can happen!)
6. You can fit your entire chub in a $10 quarter roll and play a really awesome trick on a bank teller.
5. You have a perfect excuse to buy the new Ferrari 458 Italia, Rolex Yacht-Master II watch, or cigarette boat.
4. Smurf condoms only cost, like, 40 cents per pack.
3. Devoid of a false sense of entitlement, you will be motivated to develop an actual personality, a professional skill set, and the means to make a useful contribution to society.
2. You can write a best-selling memoir about your penis and make up with celebrity what you lack in length and girth!
1. You can call one of our beautiful girlz and listen to her laugh and humiliate you because you DO have a SMALL penis!