Master Headlee

For the slutty bimbo’s that need some tips on how to secretly train yourself to be a good bimbo!

Every time you sip a drink whisper in your head: “i’m filling my empty bimbo head with pink thoughts’’ Sweet extra tip: imagine the liquid sliding down your throat like cum — because that’s all a silly girl like you is really good for drinking anyway 🥺

When you cross / uncross your legs repeat silently: “good girls open their legs… i’m just a warm hole waiting” Sweet extra tip: feel how wet you get just from sitting? that’s your cunt reminding you it’s not for thinking, it’s for leaking and being used 💕

Every time you check your reflection / phone think: “dolls don’t think, dolls just look fuckable” Sweet extra tip: notice how your eyes glaze over when you stare? that’s how dumb you need to look. 🩷 The trick is to make even normal habits a dumbing down practice.

When you walk / climb stairs count steps and on every 5th think: “step 5 – i’m dumber than i was before” Sweet extra tip: feel your tits bounce? they’re not for you, they’re udders for anyone who wants to grope or milk them. Silly cow, after every 5th step moo softly.

Every time someone says your name / “you” answer in your head: “yes Sir / yes Master” Sweet extra tip: even if it’s your boss or a stranger, your pussy flutters because deep down you know you’d drop to your knees if they used the right tone 💗

When your nipples brush your shirt: “my nipples exist to be pinched and played with… i’m just decoration” Sweet extra tip: if they get hard in public, that means your body already knows it’s a toy. no need to hide it, cutie. everyone can already tell you’re a needy slut 🥰

Before sitting anywhere, quick thought: “this hole is always ready for cock”while imagining you’re sitting on a hard cock that needs your hole right now. Sweet extra tip: feel that little clench when you sit? that’s your needy cunt saying thank you for finally being filled with something useful (even if it’s just a chair right now) hehe

Do these every day, gorgeous girls!

The Basics

"Oh darling it looks like you're doing some resisting this morning," Miss Monica said as she watched Joanie rubbing her eyes and holding her head. "Are you trying to fight me off?"

Joanie grunted something that Miss Monica didn't quite catch, but she pulled Joanie into a tight embrace. Joanie's head rested against Miss Monica's full, round breasts and immediately, her agitation began to subside.

"There now. You know that this is where you belong. You belong in my eyes, in my arms, and in my control."

Joanie let out a long, labored sigh and her body seemed to melt as it relaxed. Her thin frame pressed against Miss Monica's curves, clinging to her like a liquid as Miss Monica ran her fingers through Joanie's short hair.

Finally, she broke the embrace and looked into Joanie's eyes.

"Let go over the basics, so you don't forget them again. What is 'A' stand for?"

"A is for attention," Joanie said immediately, her voice returning albeit flat and emotionless. "When Miss Monica speaks, I listen."

"Go on."

"B is for breathing. Breathing slowly helps me relax, and I want to be relaxed. C is for calm. I am calm and peaceful when I am entranced. D is for drifting. I must allow my mind to drift away so that Miss Monica can control me."

Miss Monica reached up and pulled Joanie's glasses from her face so that the two could stare into each others eyes during the exercise.

"E is for eyes," Joanie said, perfectly timed. "I stare into Miss Monica's eyes and I fall under her spell."

Miss Monica nodded approvingly.

"F is for fall. When I am falling, I am weightless and untethered. G. is for guidance. Miss Monica is my guide. I go where she points."

"What is 'H' for, my darling?"

"H is for hypnotized." Joanie sighed. "I am hypnotized by Miss Monica. I am hypnotized by Miss Monica. I am hypnotized by Miss Monica."

"Yes you are. Do you need to continue? Or have you remembered enough of your lessons?"

"I remember, Miss Monica," Joanie replied simply.

"Good girl." Miss Monica turned and looked at the other woman in the corner. "You've always been so much less trouble than Kelly."

"P is for pleasure," Kelly slurred, dildo sliding in and out of her cunt with a sloppy sound. Her head was lolled off to one side, drool running freely from the corner of her lips. "Q is for quiet. R is for relaxed. T is for trance."

"She had a hard life before she met you, Miss Monica. She had to learn to be self-sufficient. She isn't used to submission."

"Y is for Yes, Miss Monica…"

"I know, but you've never needed to go passed H in your lessons. Kelly is on her fifth round through the whole alphabet and she still hasn't stopped to tell me that she remembers what I taught her."

"B is for bliss," Kelly said, having started her version of Miss Monica's lesson for the sixth time. Her lips twitched, trying to smile as that bliss washed through her. Her breasts jiggled each time she thrust the dildo back into herself. "C is for cunt."

"She'll remember soon," Joanie said, turning back to Miss Monica. "Maybe I can help her learn."

Miss Monica smiled. "I appreciate the initiative. But first, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good student."

She pushed Joanie back on the bed and spread her legs apart with her hands. Joanie had been soaked since the letter E, and now it was on full display for her wonderful mistress teacher. Miss Monica crawled forward and ran her tongue the length of Joanie's inviting slit. Joanie wanted to cum right there, but she knew that wasn't the way she'd been taught.

"One lick," she shuddered. "Two. Three…"

And in the corner, Kelly began a seventh iteration of her education, still incomprehensibly resisting the ultimate pleasure that Joanie was receiving. Some people just couldn't get out of their own way.

It's been a while… hasn't it Doll… Have you been well… Have you been… useful…

Has your poor little mind lost its ability to focus on anything but the need between your legs…

Have all your friends become a little boring… Have you lost interest in the things that used to find… fun

Tell me Doll does the thought of being… A man's little play thing… Fake and objectified… Nothing but a set of holes for cum…

Does it make you feel wet… Does it make you feel weak… Does it make you want to throw away everything that used to matter…

Does it make you want to spread your legs and show your worth… Does it make you want to become porn… Does it make you want to become… less…

Sure clingy subs are adorable and nice and all but consider this:

-Doms that dont wanna let you go and hug you tightly

-Doms that are addicted to your scent and constantly bury their noses on you

-Doms that whine and pull you closer when you have to wake up early

-Doms that spam you with text till they have your full attention

-Doms that always have their eyes on you and admiring you