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This way you have designed her. This way you want her. A lust-driven, sex-crazed hyper-enhanced, hard-wired bimbo creature, moaning and willing at your side.

There is simply no excuse not to wear them, and soon she will not even try to move without them. She will build her life around wearing highest and classiest heels possible, as she is supposed to. Shoes make a woman. Heels a beautiful, brillant bimbo.

In short, she excels in being hyper-feminine, sexy, passionate, in being happy and horny, in being ready and needy, in being a doll and a Barbie. She trusts and serves, and you provide and take pride in your tailor-made toy.

Keeping your bimbo happy is very simple. Just take her with you. She wants be at your side. Being at your side makes her fulfilled and meaningful. She lives to please you, and she can only please you, when she is around you, when she can excel for you. She is the best possible companion. She likes to giggle, to fool around, to play and to entertain. She is never a burden. She is loyal and sweet, full of love and gratefulness and likes to be petted and caressed, even groped. There is really no reason, not to take her with you, on a walk, when you travel. She makes every place and every day better.

Appreciate your woman and train her to please your eyes and physical needs whenever possible, wherever necessary. A bimbo seeks attention. Give her opportunities and watch her shine. With a bimbo at your side no moment is dull, no day a waste of time. Watching and using her is the best possible way of life.

Bimbo Goals No 1: Be upfront with your perks. Don’t be shy. There is nothing to be shy about. The more you stage yourself, the more you will strive to improve yourself and correct imperfections. It is part of the journey and part of the delight to fully submit to beauty and bimboism. Go wild, go free, be a Barbie.

She doesn't really like when you talk with her. It reminds her of a time long ago, a phase when she still had to fight the burden to make decisions, to process inner reason. It was a time of confusion, suppression, inner exasperation. It felt wrong and disdainful all along. Now, these times are over. Now, she is well-kept and happy, your doll, your beauty without any protruding personality. So, instead of talking with her, she likes it when you talk at her, when you tell her what to do, what to wear, what to like, what to want. Or stop talking altogether and pull her closer, kiss her, present and stage her in the only appropriate manner and fashion as treasure and beloved possession beyond words and expression.

Ready for our walk…

Spit roasted. And loving it.