Friday, May 19, 2017

A day in the life of a fuck toy

As i am aware that some of my readers of this block are into Bimbofication  i should share something i stumbled over recently.

A day in the life of a fuck toy

6 AM: Get up. Get breakfast, but not too much. You don’t want to become fat. Put on make-up. Make yourself pretty. You know that is your purpose.
6.45 AM: Go back to bed where your man is still sleeping. You know how to wake him up. Get his cock out and into your mouth. Nothing says “Good morning” like a proper blowjob. Swallow. Cum is an important part of your diet.
7.10 AM: Make and present the breakfast for your man. When he’s eating, be sure to stay close to him, on your knees. You never know you can make yourself useful.
MORNING: When your man is off to work there is plenty for you to do. First of all, you need to work-out. If you’re not skinny, you are not appealing. If you’re too hairy, you’re not appealing. Being appealing is crucial. You are interchangeable, so you need to be the best fucktoy you can be. Look in the mirror and point out any flaw you spot. Confront yourself with what is standing in the way of you being pretty, appealing and the best fucktoy possible.
NOON: Eat, but again, not too much.
AFTERNOON: Time to do the chores. You don’t want your man to come home after a long day in an untidy, messy house. Clean, iron, scrub. You can always make sure doing chores enhances your obedience. Do it naked, scrub the toilet with a toothbrush, lick the floor with your tongue. Everything you do is to become more obedient. The only thing you need to use your brains for is to think how to become a better toy.
EVENING: Your man is coming home after a long day’s work. Welcome him. Present your holes, in case he needs stress relief. Best way to do this is by getting naked on all fours and making sure the first thing he sees is your cunt and ass. You can also put some tools and toys next to you, a belt, a whip, etc. Just in case he really needs to ventilate. After that it’s time for you to cook. Present the food and ask him politely if you’re allowed to eat as well. Eat from the floor. It shows you know your place.
The rest of the evening you’re at the disposal of your man. If he wants to watch football, make sure he gets his beer and snacks and be a good footrest for him. If he wants to have sex, be his fuckdoll. Suck him off, let him fuck your holes, let him slap you, let him spit in your face, etc. You are just a tool for his amusement and well-being. Nothing gives you a better opportunity to show that then during sexual servitude.
NIGHT: Off to bed. Brushing teeth first. You don’t want your man to find you smelly in any way (except your moist cunt, of course). Look in the mirror. Think about your day. Have you been appealing enough? Have you been obedient enough? Even if you think you have, ask your man if there is anything he needs. If the answer is yes, do as told. If the answer is no, thank him for giving you value.
It’s all in a day’s work.


Thursday, May 11, 2017

Beeing the housewife

Since i am married, my lovely husband sometimes expect from me that i am the perfect housewife. I assume he want to achieve that i know my position in our relationship. I am very aware of it. Every woman should adore and demurely follow the guidance of her husband, even when she normally tend to give otherones orders.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Real Life: Enema and diapers

Today while surfing the web i found a interesting recommendation, so to say, for a combination of Enema's and diapers. Orginally that is not so much my interest, but it has some aspect that is rather kinky and worth to discover more...

Mmm. I don’t remember where I originally saw it (probably the old wetset forums), but this is the photoset that turned me on to combining bondage with diapers and/or enemas. 

Imagine: You’ve been bound, administered a high-volume enema, and put in a clean diaper. You’re instructed to hold the enema for 20 minutes and promised much kinkier punishment if you ruin your fresh diaper.
This shouldn’t be a problem.. You’ve held similar-quantity enemas for just as long before. But unknown to you, you’ve been doomed from the start. Your enema was laced with a laxative to ensure your failure.
Before long, your insides start to gurgle and cramp. Your breathing becomes heavy, and small beads of sweat start to form on your skin. You groan through your gag and clench your hole as tight as you can, but your body has other plans. Within less than a minute (though you swear afterwards that it felt like an hour), your hole betrays you by loosening slightly. The pressure inside of you takes care of the rest. Your body is trembling with a combination of relief and excited panic as the entire contents of your bowels gush out into your diaper. 
You’re informed that you only had two minutes left to go, but almost doesn’t count! Did you forget that there was an even kinkier punishment in store for you if you failed?
I usually prefer being a sub, but that’s a situation I wouldn’t mind being on either end of. >:D
         What cool as punishment would also like to

Orginally from tumblr.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

A sunday out for Christine

Some months ago i post a bit about my daughter Christine and her treatments. One part inbetween i forget to mention. Christine had a special wheelchair for some time, actually it were three months or a bit more until she get the thomas splint device.

At that time we had nice walk on a sunday outside. Christine did enjoy it a bit, besides  she was of course a bit shy of her apperance.

First we had some fresh air outside, but i was not so amused walking around in the grass and mud in my highheels, even in the Wheelchair Christine had to use always it was not very nice. We did vist a museum then.

With the special glasses Christine had to wear, it was difficult to get a good view from the pictues that were shown in the exibiton, as it was indoor, i could open the sunglasses that were attached ontop of her special glasses, but it was still difficult for her. I described the art as good as possible for her.

We also had a look at the gift shop of the museum. That was the time when Christine asked me to check her ilesotomy pouch. We left the muesum and i looked for a empty place, where no other people may see that i had to change her waste bag.

It was a sunny day, so after that chage we had a nice talk outside, and both enjoyed the sun a bit.
More of Christine and others soon on this blog.

Saturday, February 18, 2017