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Jan 29 2023

I have so many slutty clothes now and most of them are neon pink. I bought the highest heels I could find and I can barely walk in them if I’m being honest. Which is perfectly fine, because Bimbo Dolls like Bambi don’t actually have to walk at all. We much prefer being on our knees or spread out on our backs or tummies for Men to use. Our legs are meant to be spread open so wide that you can see and use our begging wet pussies. Heels and uniform components in general are only worn so that we can accentuate our Perfect Bimbo Bodies for Men to enjoy. Men love to see us dressed up like perfect Bimbo Doll Whores for their enjoyment.

Bambi’s Bimbo Pussy is always wet now, it is always ready for a hard cock to fill it with cum. I never realized how wet and open and accepting my pussy could be but this is exactly how it should be. Every Good Girl should do Bimbo Training and learn how to have a wet open pussy for men. My feet look so sexy in their high heels when I am stretched out on my bed. I love making every part of myself look like a perfect sex object because that is what I am going to become. Will you support me when I am whoring myself out professionally? How much would you pay for an hour with a Bimbo Slave?

Bambi always listened with a uniform but in the beginning her uniform was just Mary’s clothes. I would wear my “nice” underwear but it was still just my plain old Mary underwear. I didn’t think that I needed anything more and so I used that for a week or so as my Bimbo Uniform. Everything changed after I started getting in trouble at work. I couldn’t keep my Bimbo Addiction under control. I was spacing out constantly, and my advisor at school was starting to voice concerns as well. I was skipping out on all my commitments to keep training like a VERY GOOD GIRL and things were coming to a head. And not the good kind kind of head either. Lol.

So I made a resolution to stop listening. Completely. Not at night, not at all. I started going to the gym after work and staying late in the library to avoid going home. Whenever I went home all I wanted to do was continue my Bimbo Programming. All I needed to do was let go of my inhibitions and truly accept my place as a Brainless Bimbo Whore named Bambi. I knew that was what I needed to do but everything else in my life seemed to be working against that. So I successfully stopped listening. For a full day. I’m pretty sure.

Bambi’s not 100% sure because within at least a day her leaking cunt broke Mary’s spirit and she once again decided that Bambi COULD listen, but only late at night. Of course, this quickly led me back to where I started from, locked in the bathroom at work throughout the day so I could finger myself back into submission and feel like Bambi once again. One morning my desperation to fill Bambi’s pussy up completely overcame me with such strength that I took my hairbrush handle and plunged it deep into my waiting pussy, fucking myself so hard that the top snapped off. I had Bimbo Porn on my phone open that day and I guess I lost track of the time, because when I finally managed to put myself back together and step outside, I came to find out that I had been locked in the company bathroom for over an hour and a half.

Not surprisingly, I got formally written up and put onto a “Personal Improvement Plan” following that event. The resulting shame that I felt coming out of that HR meeting was new to me. I had never experienced so much disapproval at work before and even worse, all I could do in that meeting was stare at my managers groin. His bulge looked so huge that it was hard not to reach out and touch it. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter all while he was getting angrier and angrier with me. Helpless to defend myself while trapped deep within a state of Total Bimbo Confusion, my only reoccurring thought was that my mouth around his cock would make him so happy.

If only I could drool and gag on his massive cock, I thought. If only he’d allow me to pull that large penis out of his pants and bury it deep within my mouth and pussy. If only he’d allow me to do all that, then he could call me his GOOD GIRL and we could put all this silly stuff behind us, just as he could put himself behind & inside of me. Sandra from HR could also use some Bimbo Programming, I figured. Her droopy ageing tits dangled in front of me like the pendulums of a hypnotists clock and her lips still wore the faint outline of a heavy Bimbo lipstick put on that morning. Noticing this, I had the instant orgasmic vision of her locked up deep in a Blissful Bambi Sleep trance alongside me. Her lips would look so beautiful wrapped around a cock too, I realized.

Back then, my Bimbo Thoughts would quickly overwhelm me because they often seemed almost too obscene to be my own. I was actually shocked and scared that day at how badly I wanted to see my managers in my Bimbo Fantasy with me, and once the meeting was actually over, walking out of that office was like coming out of a daze. The reality of my situation started to hit me all at once. I had to stop pretending that I was a Bimbo Doll. I had to stop listening to my training. I promised myself, yet again, to put my Bimbo Programming away for good.

I went home that day finally feeling more like Mary than ever. I was so confident in my decision to stop training, so confident in my resolve, that I didn’t even try to delay going home for the first time in over a week. Of course nothing, nothing, could have prepared me for what I found when I got home that day, and no lame-brained improvised delay by Mary could have prevented me from finding it either. What I found that day was meant to be. The perfect surprise for a submissive slut like me.

I arrived at my door just as the Amazon driver was leaving. He said he had a package for me but I had already spotted it. It was sitting outside my entryway. Small, light, unassuming. I told him it was a mistake but in my heart I knew that it wasn’t. I had only managed to squeak out those words in a half-hearted pathetic attempt to escape Total Bambi Bimbohood, a truly futile cause as no pussy loves being trapped in Bimbo Bliss more than my own. He double-checked the address as I continued to stare at the small but bulging paper envelope in his hand. It hadn’t left my gaze since the moment I saw it. That package needed to be in my hands. That package was for me. That is, that package was for the REAL me: BAMBI the Brainless Bimbo Slave.

In fact, while Mary may have had no recollection of placing the order, Bambi knew exactly what I was going to find inside that little paper package. She ordered it just for me, and it was so obvious, so necessary for a dumb slut like me, like Bambi, that even Mary could have guessed it if she had only had the ability to think. The excitement I felt in that moment was so incredible; Bambi was really becoming such a Good Girl. I could feel the cum begin to drip down my leg as Bambi unlocked the door and I stepped inside. It was finally time to be a Bimbo Doll again.

NSFW: yes

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