the struggle: all the bimbo/bimbofication shit is obviously for my own pleasure, right? but all of the material is so “this is your place in life” and while it can be fun, it sometimes fucks my head up. because I am so fucking smart. I’m intelligent and driven and determined and relentless. Those are not things I would give up for the world. So when something that, in theory, gives me pleasure tells me that I should give up the things that make me myself, even if it’s just fantasy material, it messes with me. and not in a fun way.
Hallelujah!
I just got back from a whole hypnosis con. You damn well better believe that bimbification play was a thing there. You know what else was a thing there? Treating it as a fun form of play among people who respect each other. (Also guys who were into being himbified, which is pretty invisible on Tumblr.)
I get that some people want the whole fantasy package. But I think it chases people out of the kink because they can’t find anyone they trust to play with, or because admitting that desire seems to mean that they have to take all or nothing.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to set limits, or about being proud of who you are outside of scene. I just finished a bimbification story, it was hot and fun and sexy, and I encourage people to play with it. But enjoying bimbo play doesn’t mean you’re lesser.
At first, the hours of teasing and edging had been unbearable. Hour after hour of being brought to the edge and denied. She had screamed and cried and begged at first, completely certain that this was the worst torture that could be concocted by a human mind. But she had only begun to suffer.
After sharp, cruel edges at the hands of a variety of vibrators, she was subjected to longer, sustained edges. Gentle teases with feathers or tongues that made her pussy weep endlessly. She howled and tried to struggle away from whatever was torturing her as the minutes crept past into hours, but the result was always the same: she would be roughly gagged and strapped down even tighter until there was no way for her to move her hips away from the torture. Nothing she could do but take it.
As the days turned into weeks, she began to lose hope of escape. She’d been snatched out of her own apartment two days into her vacation… for at least twelve days, nobody had even noticed she was missing. Even as the sun rose on her third week as a captive, she was certain that the trail was too cold for anyone to follow. Her desire to escape, while primal and strong, was beginning to wane in the face of obvious hopelessness.
Then came the enforced chastity. Her pussy was locked away in a steel belt and padlocked. Out of reach. She was uncuffed for long periods and left in a small, dark room. This was almost worse than the torments she’d been enduring at the hands of feathers, tongues and vibrators. To be unrestrained, and yet still not free. After a week of this, she was almost delirious with need. Her captor’s response was to come in and gag her before leaving.
The next tortures were far worse for her. She was chained to the wall, her head bolted in place to where she couldn’t even twist it from side to side, and forced to watch other girls being fucked. Some were tied down and forced to cum over and over again. Others were roughly fucked by multiple male partners. Some were simply put in front of her and handed a vibrator. But through all of it, through the dozens of orgasms she witnessed, all she received was a feather dancing on her clit to keep her company.
But this was different. She had been led from her cell and strapped down to a familiar bondage table. Immediately she began to panic, the remaining shreds of her will fighting against her position. Her captor had none of it, bolting her in place and clamping a tight gag through her teeth to stifle her screams of protest. He patted her cheek before moving over to a push cart of implements, returning with a vibrator.
He stuffed it into her cunt without preamble. After six weeks of continuous orgasm denial, she was wet enough not to need one. She moaned like a whore at the intrusion. He didn’t turn it on. She howled into her gag in rage, struggling against her bondage. It did nothing, to him or to her situation. Instead, he patted her cheek and set up another device – this one balanced on a pedestal between her legs. A long probe rested at one end and was aligned with her clit. She watched it warily as he set it up, and then picked up a switch and gave it a push.
The probe jumped forward a few inches, making contact with her swollen clit. Her world exploded with the tingling and crackling of electricity. She screamed bloody murder into the gag, which reduced it to pitiful whimpering. He chuckled and set another apparatus in place, this one looking like a tiny claw which dangled above her clit. When he tested this device, it reached down and gave the sensitive little nub a tweak… a tweak with ice cold metal prongs. The electricity and the ice were torture. She tried to writhe. Tried to escape. But there was no way to move her pussy away from the torture it was experiencing.
Now he turned on the vibrator – all the way to maximum. Her pussy seemed to ignite with sensations, the buzzing almost going right through her. She screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the toy drove her right to the edge of orgasm…
…only for the electrical probe and claw to back her down again.
It was too much. She started begging. Pleading through her gag. She couldn’t take it. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she tossed her head from side to side, desperate for relief. Her captor watched her, saying absolutely nothing. He stood there for ages. For what could have been hours, before he leaned down with cold malice in his eyes.
“Enjoy the next twenty-four hours,” he said. “If you’re not a dripping, sex-starved slut by then… well… I’ll have to start torturing you for real.” Without waiting to see if she understood, or to witness her shocked reaction, he turned on his heel and walked away. With a flick of his fingers, he killed the lights and left her to the mercy of the machines.
Twenty four hours? She would die! It had to have been at least a few. He’d been standing there, watching her suffer, for what had seemed like forever. She tossed her head back and forth… and then she saw it.
Hanging on the wall, the only thing glowing in her dark prison, was a digital timer. As soon as she saw it, she let out a scream which could be heard all the way down the hallway to where her captor stood. For what was printed on the sign made the torture her pussy was enduring worse than anything else. And as her world spiraled away into nothingness, her mind shattering under the constant edging and electrical stimulation, the dim light continued to shine despite her tortured screams and begging.
So you think about turning your Slave Girl into a pet? Or purchase a fully trained Pet? Training and looking after a Pet Girl is a worthy and satisfying endeavour, but there are many pets to choose from. Especially if you plan to make her change into a beast of service permanent, the choice requires a lot of consideration.
Your own needs and desires play into it, as do your slave’s skills and character. Of course, eventually your own needs outweigh your slave’s and you alone can chose which pet you’d like to have at your disposal, but choosing one that fits your slave best will allow an easier training and and more stable conversion. Here are your choices and what to consider:
1. Dog Girl – AKA The Puppy
Dog Girls are naturally obedient and docile. They are easy to train and to use. If your slave already considers you the centre of her life and does everything to please you and get your attention, she will easily slide into being trained as a Puppy.
Keep in mind that Puppy Girls require a high amount of attention and care, more than most other Pet Slaves. A well trained Puppy is highly loyal – she will do everything you order without hesitation and come back to your lap after any punishment you find necessary to inflict on her to beg for your love. Which also means that she will beg for your attention at any time. Puppy Owners don’t get much time off.
You will also need to expect an amount of physical workout for yourself – daily walkies are a must. And be ready to train your Dog Girl to do her businesses outside only.
Being that social, Puppy Girls play well with others and integrate into a pack of slaves better than most other Pet Slaves.
2. Cat Girl – AKA The Kitten
Cat Girls are the Divas among Pets. Does your Slave Girl like to tease you? Fight back when you use her? Do you have scratches after fucking her hard? And most importantly – do you like your slave that way? Then you may want to make yourself a Cat Owner.
But don’t misunderstand – while Cat Girls are those Pets that take themselves most liberties, you are still her Owner. A Kitten needs a firm hand, a strong Master. And unlike a Puppy Girl, a Kitten may take a punishment she deserves personally and not come back to your lap immediately. If you want to use her then, you’ll have to take her.
That doesn’t mean that Kittens are fierce beasts all the time – they can be cuddly and needy at times, but they have their own head.
And unlike Puppies, Cats do not require permanent attention. If you’re happy with not always having your pet at your feet but watch her lick her wounds and groom herself in her basket for a while, this is your pet.
3. Pony Girl – AKA The Mare
Pony Girls’ characters are similar to those of Puppies. They are obedient and easy to handle, but normally more stoic and patient than their canine sisters. A well trained Mare needs little attention when her service is not required – she is aware of her position as a Service Slave first and Pet second.
The defining characteristic of a good Pony Girl is her prowess of physical work. Whether she is used as a Riding Horse, a Coach Horse, a Parade Horse performing tricks or for outdoor labour, a Pony Girl’s duties are more physically demanding than those of any other Pet Girl.
Don’t be deceived though – that does not mean that Horse Slaves need to be big and muscular. The term is Pony Girl for a reason. People are often surprised how well trained petite Mares little more than 5 feet tall can show an enormous stamina and strength – what makes a good Horse Slave is not her physical strength but her will to serve and her motivation. It is her Owner’s task to discover those skills in a slave.
4. Cow Girl – AKA The HuCow
Cow Slaves are often not the smartest slave girls in the stable. They are not prone to physical activities and often not intelligent enough to perform tricks or physical duties. Most cow slaves do have an almost endless amount of patience – or are trained to develop one by their Masters, for their main duty normally requires a lot of standing and doing nothing.
Most Cow Slaves’ main qualifications though are of course their tits. While of course you are free to turn a small titted girl into a Human Cow if you wish, almost all Owners of Cow Girls share a preference for huge natural tits – or udders as they prefer calling them.
If possible lactating ones to harvest the precious milk of their slaves.
5. Pig Girl – aka The Dirty Sow
Pig Slaves come in a variety of characters – like their animal counterparts, they can be highly intelligent or just plain lazy. What connects all Pig Slaves is their – or rather their Owners’ – liking for dirty and messy sex and service. No matter whether you’re an open air guy and like your slave to get dirty in the mud…
…or prefer to stay at home and play with food, piss and cum…
…if you like your slave dirty – literally and metaphorically – train her to squeal for you.
6. Bird Girl – aka The Tweety
Are you happy to just watch your slave for hours and hours? Do the normal duties of a slave seem rather irrelevant to you as long as you have a pretty, decorative slave? Does she enjoy being caged and restricted all day without withering away with boredom? You are probably a bird lover then.
Bird slaves are delicate creatures. They’re normally extraordinarily beautiful but frail. They are pretty much useless for the normal domestic duties of a slave and even fucking them is less hard and rough than with any other species of Pet Slaves. All that applies even more so the longer you keep her in her cage. Keep that in mind – you get yourself a beautiful thing to look at – optimally, she can sing, as well – but for most other things, she’s pretty useless.
If you decide to train a Tweety Slave, don’t forget to let her out of the cage occasionally so she doesn’t weaken too much. And consider hanging a mirror into her cage – Bird Slaves tend to be vain creatures and satisfied to look at themselves for hours when you can’t be around.
7. Bunny Girl aka The Playboy’s Choice
Bunny Girls have reached a certain iconographic quality among Pet Girls and mainstream acceptance due to being popularized by a certain magazine. They’re often only used playful an not in earnest, but of course you can train a true Pet Bunny. Bunny Slaves tend to be as obedient as Puppies, but less energetic. If your slave is timid and shy and requires a lot guidance, but also playful and cuddling, she may be a Bunny beyond the Playboy’s imagination.
Addendum – All the Animal Kingdom to choose from.
And in case you found nothing here to turn your slave into? The animal kingdom is huge and this Guide can only focus on the most common species… If you think your slave is a rare breed, go ahead. Discoverer the Fauna.
She’s even more feral, wild and hard to tame than a Cat? She may be a Wild Cat. Or a Vixen.
She takes her time to heat up but then wraps around her master like never wanting to let him go? She could be a snake or other reptile…
More timid than a bunny rabbit? Set a trap and catch a mouse.
The possibilities are limitless – all that’s important is that the Owner of a pet is happy with her!
Straight dudes are their own worst enemies when it comes to getting laid.
Like, i know so many girls who are down for something more casual and who actually have really low standards that boil down to “treat me like a person, not a talking fleshlight”. And dudes refuse to even meet those standards!
Like, you know how many times I’ve been talking to a guy and I’ve already decided that when we hang out I’d down to mess around, only for the guy to start talking super graphically or send me a picture of his dick–and then literally all desire I had for him went out the windows.
Like dudes are so obsessed with sex that theyre scaring almost-certain sex partners away because they refuse to act like human beings capable of rational thought.
Bring thing this back to add an example:
I started talking to a guy on tinder. He was funny, flirty and super nice even though he wasn’t really my type. Most importantly, he was completely respectful. He managed to let me know he thought I was attractive, and that he was interested in me, without ever saying anything gross, asking for pictures or asking for sex. We met up for drinks and talked for hours and I realized I was more attracted to him than I initially thought . Not only did I sleep with him on the first date, but I’ve hooked up with him multiple times after that. The first time, he didn’t make any assumptions. We hung out, started making out and then he asked me if I wanted to stay the night. That was it. He STILL has never asked me for a nude, or sent me some overtly sexual message or picture.
But SOMEHOOOW I still want to have sex with him.
Conversely, I started talking to another guy on tinder today. On our FIRST conversation, he has mentioned my boobs 3 times, invited me over to “watch a movie” (he added the quotes, not me), suggested a fwb set up and just asked for nudes.
GUESS WHO ISN’T GONNA GET IN MY PANTS.
I try so hard to tell them.
Trash men are out here getting advice from other trash men so they don’t know how to act. 🙄
But… But why are they incapable of learning from bad experience after bad experience?
Because they find it easier to blame the women for it.
Shoulda been more of a warning sign when my ex thought a compliment counted as telling me that I had big boobs, really
I’ve had the boob “compliment” more times that I can remember. The person I am with now is one of the few who never assumed it would be okay to talk that way until I asked him to.
Red means stop. No more negotiation, something has crossed a line (too painful, something bad that wasn’t negotiated, etc.)
Yellow means that you need a break or that something is too much, or that if the top continues then you’re going to “red” soon.
Green means that things are going well and you want to continue if not ramp it up a little.
While a bottom might blurt out red or yellow, I’ve never seen a bottom volunteer “green”. It’s usually said in answer to when a top is checking in to make sure everything is okay. Asking “How are you?” and getting an answer of “fine” or “okay” might mean the bottom is just on autopilot and reflexively answering. Asking “What’s your color?” and getting “green” or “I was very close to yellow when you stopped” is much better.
One of my favorite doms to watch at parties was doing a pre-scene negotiation with someone he hadn’t played with before and said something like “Now, just between you and me here 😉 , my favorite color is yellow. It’s not about taking anything I can dish out. I promise you, I can always go harder. I want to know how you’re doing. I’ll likely yellow you, on purpose, a few times, just to find out where your limits are and then aim for a little below that. I don’t want to hear ‘green green green, green green red’ because then the scene’s over. I want some indication of how you’re doing and when you’re getting close to what you can handle, okay?”
And then, whenever she yellowed, he praised her. And why wouldn’t he?? She gave him vital information that allowed the both of them to have more fun!
Nearly two years since I posted it, this post has somehow once again become my “top post”, showing up in my activity feed more than any other post in the past 30 days.
Written by Dhyana of BadKitty Bondage (not on Tumblr) and posted here with her permission. Thanks Dhyana!
Orgasm control can be a beautiful and very fun part of kinky play and D/s dynamics. Despite how much I like it in theory, though, the practice of asking permission to orgasm is exceedingly frustrating for me. Not because “Whaa whaa I’m a whiny bitch I want to come, dammit!” But because actually GETTING permission to orgasm is pretty much my equivalent of a boner-killer.
Here’s why:
Imagine you are a bottom/submissive who LOVES bondage. You are strapped down to a bed/table/whatever and getting your brains fucked out. The sex is amazing. You strain and writhe against your restraints, but you can’t escape and the feeling of immobility is bringing you closer and closer to climax. The harder you fight your restraints to no avail, the more realistic it becomes. The more you push, pull, and squirm, you feel all the more helpless and all the more turned on until you are sweating, shaking, reaching your breaking point. You are going to come. Frantically you ask, “PLEASE!! May I come?!?” At your request, the top/Dom unfastens all of your restraints and says, “Come.”
But now you can’t.
Your orgasm has just been murdered by kindness.
Why? Because the bondage and wrestling with the restraints WAS the turn on. It was the reason you wanted to come in the first place. Now it’s gone and you are expected to have an orgasm anyway.
Yeah…probably not going to happen.
I use this analogy because I think we often forget that mental or psychological bondage IS bondage, simply because it is less tangible than rope, straps, or handcuffs. Just like the physical restraint is the turn on, the mental restraint is the turn on.
You don’t want to wait for the cuffs to come off to have an orgasm. You want to orgasm while struggling against them and feeling their full effect!
For me, the practice of orgasm control is another type of mental bondage which is a HUGE turn on. The more I fight it, the more I try NOT to come, the more turned on I get and closer I get to climaxing. Add to that being explicitly told not to come, and my libido is raging and about to crash through the roof. As soon as I have permission to come, the psychological bondage ends and the metaphorical restraints are removed. Now there is nothing to struggle against and my budding orgasm crawls into a hole and dies.
So how do we fix this?
Well if you’re either lazy or excessively cruel, you simply keep going about your business as usual and torture your bottoms with generosity by giving them permission to orgasm.
OR
My preferred option – use mental predicament!
You are free to come when you want, but the consequences of coming are [blah blah insert painful, horrible, disgusting things]…
The stronger the motivation to NOT orgasm, the stronger the mental bondage, the more epic the orgasm becomes when you finally break. How badly do you want it? Are you willing to take a caning for it? Bleed for it? Take it in the ass? Let three strange men come on your face for it?
For me personally, I want to not want to come. I want to break down slowly and pathetically until I finally give in to my body in one crying, anguished mess – reveling in the moment of release and ecstasy and then resigning myself to the consequences.
To me this is a win-win. The top/Dom gets to exert their control by choosing the consequences and watching their partner wrestle with their decision while breaking down into a crying, pathetic mess of sexual need. Meanwhile the bottom/subby gets to enjoy their orgasm while in the throes of mental anguish and restraint.
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