The Splash's TFs and Mind Control (tfsplash.tumblr.com)
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“Excuse me, Miss?” “Sorry, I don’t have any change…” “Oh, you misunderstand, I’m not panhandling, I-” “Well, I’m not buying anything either, I’m running late.” “I really
bimbeth: tfsplash: I am a toy.I’m a vacant doll.I was born to be a sex slave.I have no will.It feels good to be a dirty, slutty whore.I exist to be used. I am a toy.I’m a vacant doll.I was born to be a sex slave.I have no will.It feels good to be
mindofdaddy: Pet My pussy. It IS My pussy. And I want it wet and tingly and needy and the center of your focus right now. Touch it. Every part of it. Slowly, at first. Gently, at first. Focus on how every square millimeter feels, how
Image Experimentation
suckitbimbo: ditzydolls: mollypops23: It’s risky posting this, but I’m compelled to get this out there. In NO way am I attempting to shame the person who submitted this, it’s just been something I’ve been thinking about for awhile and this
mollypops23: Author’s note: This was a request for a story about a girl going out for the first time ever and being transformed by a random stranger that she meets. Enjoy :) ********************* Becky was excited! A little buzzed, but still excited.
here’s another one for ya! ***** Kaci is an interesting case. I long ago discovered that there are some things you just can’t untrain from a girl’s mind, no matter how hard you may try. Once a girl has something that she really identifies
With a mind full of naughty desire and an appetite for carnal pleasure, she emerged from the water reborn as someone new.
Any Questions?
ditzydolls: I call this, “me beating the system, aka, forcing you to write a caption about your honey boo” Come on, it wouldn’t be 1000 if she weren’t involved, right? Tricky! —————————— I froze, unable to quite believe
I am a statue.I am furniture.I will not move until I am told.I am just a pretty thing to look at.I exist only to be seen.I have no needs.I have no desires.I am a statue.
if you’re still taking pic I sure am! Keep them coming! Hrm… I’m fairly certain I’ve used this picture before. Or at the very least, I’ve contemplated using this before. I can’t seem to find it anywhere though…
Not sure if you’re still looking for picture submissions. Here you go, either way. I’d LOVE more submissions. This is an open call to anybody, send me a pic, and I’ll rapid fire caption it for you! ***** “Your hair and makeup is flawless
“Oh my god! You’re, like, so right! It’s so easy being, like, a good bimbo now that I don’t have those pesky smarty thoughts all, like, in my head! Just let it go! I don’t hafta, like, hold it back anymore! I can be the good
Mind Control and Tattoos
Lily’s head slumped as she lost herself in the music. It was coming from the apartment next to her. She wasn’t sure exactly when she noticed it, but it seemed to be getting louder and louder as every hour passed. At first, she was a little
Sarah went through a checklist in her mind as she paced the halls before the ceremony. Speech? Check.Jacket? Check.On time? Check.Hydrated? Check.Makeup? Check.Hair? Check. It seemed like everything was good to go, so why did she have the nagging feeling
“Jacky? Are you in there? What are you doing?” Jacky gasped as her boyfriend knocking on her bedroom door snapped her out of her fervour. She covered her naked chest and hid herself under the blankets of the bed. Trevor, she thought, He’
I am a mannequin.I am a doll.I exist to be posed.I exist to be used.Dress me.Move me.Use me.Fuck me. I am a mannequin.I am a doll.I exist to be posed.I exist to be used.Dress me.Move me.Use me.Fuck me.
Huh? Where am I? Fuck, this isn’t my bedroom. Oh my god, did I actually have a one night stand? There’s no way! I hardly had anything to drink last night! Wow, this is actually a nice house! I remember a guy, though. He said he wanted to show
bertsinger: Are you sure this is the place? Yeah, I mean I think right here is where I last remember having it. Let’s just hope it wasn’t sent adrift by the waves. We still haven’t found a single trace of it after all this time, but I’m willing
She cradled her new rack as the last of many orgasms washed over her. Yesterday she would have been abhorred by the thoughts going through her head, but now she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Tom wasn’t sure about what would happen. They went in together. When he rigged the fitting room, he had never considered it. It’s not like guys would go in together, why would the concept cross his mind? He fidgeted nervously behind the cash
Her face may betray her hidden intelligence, but her body speaks for itself. She is a bimbo through and through, caring about nothing but appearance and sex.
sanescientist: Kathryn was in control. She was the one on top. She could stop any time she wanted. Except that she wasn’t in control, and she could only stop until he’d cum inside her. She squeezed her tits together moaned uncontrollably, squatted
Uh oh...
“You’re still wearing those glasses?” “Yea, they’re kinda cute!” “And you still don’t think I can control your mind with them?” “Nope!” “Not even after we had sex?” “Nope!”
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goreanmann: During the initial stages of your bimbos transformation the lack of worry or superfluous* thought can be a little unsettling even to the most dedicated of transfomees. And it is not uncommon for girls on the cusp of full blown bimbo-hood
mindbrokensluts: The first time Melissa felt the rubbery material of the dildo rub up against her in the shower she was shocked. Where had that come from? Who had put it there? Was it used? She left the shower immediately and dried herself off franticall
suckitbimbo: Ian has been trying to get me to go out with him forever. He hasn’t quite worked up the courage yet, but I can tell where things are going. He keeps mentioning things we could do together, with the indication being that I should go with
I serve my Master. I am my Master’s plaything. My body is my Master’s canvas. I have been crafted to please my Master. My Master is all that matters. I serve only my Master. His happiness is my happiness.
“Oh! I had the bestest idea today! See? If I hold my boobies like this, you can slide your cock in between them! What do you mean I didn’t come up with it? It’s called tittie fucking? Well, do you wanna try it?!”
The Showers