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Public play is fun and all but it's not for everyone since not all of us gets to have the chance nor confidence to pull it off. But here's a slightly less intimidating and more doable scenario for you the adorable little sluts who just can't get enough.

• Being ordered to keep a toy under your clothes. Either a plug or vibe or nipple clamps and having to look others in the eye and holding a proper conversation without having to be so obvious that you'd rather be in your room edging yourself dumb. Don't bite your lip, or roll your eye with pleasure while having small talk, sweetie. That's pathetic rude.

• Listening to audio porn, moans, or personal orders with your headset while having a walk around campus or in your neigborhood after you edged and edged yourself knowing full well you haven't cum in a while and just the voice in your ear can get you to the edge again. Do you like my voice so much you're so wet already? Hm? Is that true?

•Edging and edging or cumming and cumming for hours pathetically in your own room as you keep tally of how much you've got dumber from each rub and stroke and pinch and hump. Then, going out of your room or house with cum soaked underwear to run an errand right away when your leg can barely hold you up. Oh, poor thing. You must have done so much "work". You look so tired. Here let me help you get worse.

✍️Bimbo Habits👀

• Fake tits don’t need a bra

• Spread those legs, crossing is boring

• Excessive is a necessity

• Back Arched, Ass Out

• Leave only nipples to the imagination

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City Hunter (1986)

The original, infamous MindMelter. 

Use it responsibly. But use it well ;). 

If anyone wants their own copy I can see if I can send it to you through e-mail. Just drop me an ask. 

Oh and reblog this if you found it useful :)

Seriously, be responsible about using this, please. Use it with supervision and never while driving or any other tasks that require your head to be clear.

Remember that being a bimbo is a challenge. Training is important so that you can better please your owner and society.

Below are a list of things to practice to the point where they eventually become your routine:

Wear heels - heels accentuate your ass and legs. It doesn't matter that they're uncomfortable and impractical. Once you get comfortable, switch to higher heels. You don't need flat shoes. Flats are for boring girls.

Flaunt your body - I don't care if you feel uncomfortable. Your body is there for others to enjoy. Whether it's skin tight, revealing, or just so sheer it's see through, your clothing should never hide your curves.

Flirt - no you don't have to hit on everyone you see, but that shouldn't stop you from being flirtatious every chance you get. Could be with a friend, a partner, or maybe the bartender. Flirting is friendly and makes people feel good.

Smile - I'm sure men have told you before, but you're prettier when you smile. They aren't rude. You exist in public to be pretty and make people happy. Plus, smiling makes you feel happy, so it's a win-win.

Fuck - if you have an owner you can fuck them. You can fuck anyone they tell you to as well. If you're not owned, go ahead and fuck any guy or girl with mutual attraction. Sex is a great way to create and strengthen friendships. Never be afraid to fuck.

Maintenance - hair and makeup need to be done every day. Remember that your appearance is how people judge you. And make sure to eliminate that body hair. Keeping yourself smooth and pretty makes you more valuable.

Meeting your monster husband

General Plot: This is kind of the prequel...sort of...head cannon backstory of the other Chase one shots. Chase meets you at your workplace and falls in love.

Tentacle monster (Chase) x Bimbo female reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Part One, Part Two , Part Three, Part Four

W: drugging, kidnapping, yandere behavior, mostly sfw brief mention of cum

Chase watched you sleeping, remembering the woman you were before he took you. 

You’d been an award winning researcher at a biomedical lab developing performance enhancing compounds for the military. 

You’d been smart and confident, breezing around the building with that short hair that didn’t suit you but was easy to care for and those schlubby loose clothes. The way you dressed didn’t slow you down. You were the brightest researcher the company had and you knew it. You led every meeting and guided the strategy for their latest products. He’d watched you struggle and argue with brass over the efficacy of your experiments, but you held you head high through it all.

No matter how bright you showed you were, they were demanding, wanting everything tomorrow and at double the strength. He’d watched you run yourself ragged trying to please them that useless husband of yours watching from home, proud of the misery he let you go through.

While you slaved away at work, he stayed on the couch playing Fortnite and screaming at twelve year olds online. He liked showing off his brilliant wife despite how the circles under your eyes darkened and you hunched from peering at your laptop. 

When you met Chase had been hired by his boss to infiltrate the lab and steal your research, the drug you’d developed was a potential component in his successful rebirth. 

“You have to do it like this, silly,” you’d giggled at him as he fiddled with the coffee maker in the break room the first time he laid eyes on you. 

You’d leaned over him, surrounding him in your sweet scent, and pulled out the coffee pod, turning it around before reinserting it the correct way. Your fingers had brushed his, sending a spark shooting up his arm. 

“Never used a coffee maker before?” you’d teased as you pulled your own mug out of the cabinet. 

“Not one like this,” he’d replied, staring at your face and marveling at how remarkably cute you were despite your terrible haircut. 

You’d winked and his heart had skipped a beat. 

“Don’t feel bad, you have to have two phds to operate everything in this building.” 

He’d chuckled at your lame joke and smiled at you while you waited for the coffee to brew. You had two phds and everyone knew it. You were the brilliant mind behind the company's progress. The youngest in your field. Everyone in biomedical science had heard about you.

“First day?” you’d asked, sticking out your hand, “I’m Dr. Lorelei Driver but you can call me Lori, everybody else does, except my husband...He calls me Lorelei, but I hate it. Who names their kid Lorelei and what upstanding husband agrees with his in-laws about it? He gets away with it because he’s cute…but you don’t have to call me doctor or anything, that’s just weird. We’re all equals here…I mean, how stupid of me…you probably have your phd, too if you are working here! Sorry…I’m rambling…I do that…You’ll get used to it…um…oh! Welcome to the team! If you need anything just ask me.” 

You’d blushed and he’d fallen head over heels for you. Those big doe eyes held an innocence you weren’t allowed to reveal to your colleagues and he wanted it. He’d shaken your hand and you noticed he’d held it just a little too long, but chased the thought away.

You were never any good at social interactions, always awkward and talking too much. Who were you to say when a handshake went on too long? For all you knew you’d been giving short, rude handshakes your whole life.  

From that moment forward Chase had started plotting. He wanted to give you the life you were missing…a happy life where you didn’t have to stay up long hours working. A life where your face would be soft with smiles and he could dress you up the way you ought to be dressed, pretty and delicate.  He could give you a life with no worries, no thoughts, just happiness. The life you deserved. 

He’d done everything in his power to get closer to you. It coincided with his mission so it was easy. He became fascinated with your work, hanging around you like your biggest fan, pushing anyone else who was near you out of the way.

One by one your assistants got burned out by the long hours or sick and quit until only he was left at your side. Of course, you had no idea of the amount of poison he'd used to carve his path through your employees.

He had to admit you were truly brilliant, what you’d come up with was exactly what his boss needed. He almost thought it was a pity you would have to leave that all behind. Almost. 

His wife wouldn’t need to wrack her brain over the world’s problems late into the night. His wife wouldn’t need to think at all. He would craft the perfect world for you where he could protect you and cherish you and keep you safe, even from your own ambition. 

He could see clearly that your own thoughts were destroying you and all these people around you were just enabling you. They didn't care about you, really. They wanted what you could create for them and would watch you drive yourself into an early grave for their own profit. Only he really cared about you.

“Here, darling,” Chase had said the night he’d taken you and your research, handing you a cup of coffee.

You’d been working late, trying to sort out a problem you were having with the flavor of the medication and he’d stayed with you like he usually did. You’d gotten much closer, professionally. He was sharp as a whip and understood your work completely, even offering helpful suggestions and had quickly made himself an integral part of the team. 

Occasionally, you would notice a touch that lasted too long or that he was standing far too close, but you’d brushed it off that he was a touchy person.

There was no harm in that. Some people’s perception of personal space was just different than your own. He wasn’t unattractive and he smelled nice. If you weren’t married, you’d even be flustered by his occasional lingering touches. 

However, you would have been disgusted and chased him away had you had any idea of how much of his cum you’d swallowed in the cups of coffee he was giving you or how he prowled outside of your window at night jealously working himself into a fury as you and your husband made love. 

You’d been distracted and barely considered the odd use of the pet name when you thanked him for the cup, immediately taking a big sip of it. 

“Have some more, you look tired,” he said, when you went to put it down. Without thinking you’d followed his directions, taking another big swallow. 

“If you drink the whole thing, I’ll make you another cup,” he promised, so you eagerly gulped down the rest, passing it back. You needed as much caffeine as you could get. You were so close to finishing this project and your bosses were breathing down your neck to get it to market on time. With just a little more work it would be perfect. 

He disappeared, coming back a few minutes later with another cup of coffee, milky with the creme he knew you liked. You blinked your eyes, rubbing them. They suddenly felt dry and heavy. 

“Need another cup?” he asked, smiling at you with his big, white teeth. 

“Yeah, youuuuuu’re aaaayye liyyyyfesaouhh,” you slurred, reaching your hand out for the mug he was offering, but your fingers never made it to the porcelain as your world went dark. Chase gathered your limp body up in his arms, amused that for someone so smart, you were really quite stupid.

When you woke up you didn’t know who or where you were. 

“(Y/N)?” a handsome man asked, looking down at you. 

You’d glanced around and found yourself in a nice master bedroom on a comfortable bed. 

“Who…who is (Y/N)?” you’d asked. 

The handsome man had cradled your head in his hands and smiled at you. 

“That’s your name,” he explained, “you had a bit of a fall and hit your head. Do you remember anything? Who you are? Where you are? Who I am?” 

You shook your head, rubbing your skull. You didn’t feel a bump anywhere but there was a slight ache in your brain. He looked at you sympathetically. 

“I’m your husband, (Y/N). Chase,” he said. 

You looked down at your left hand and sure enough there was a pretty diamond ring on your finger. Nausea overwhelmed you as you tried to recall anything about your life. 

“I can’t remember anything,” you murmured, starting to panic. 

“Shh, shh,” he cooed, brushing his hands over your hair. They were large and his touch was comforting. 

“Don’t try to think,” he said, “you’ll hurt yourself. You don’t have to remember anything right now. Just let me take care of you.” 

“Do I need to go to the hospital?” you asked nervously. 

“No!” he snapped sharply and you jumped. 

He smiled down at you, pulling you closer. 

“You already went to the hospital, you just don’t remember,” he clucked, “the doctor said this might happen and that you just needed to stop trying to think.” 

“Oh,” you said, muddling through your thoughts. 

Something sounded wrong about what he was saying, but you couldn’t figure out what. 

“You’re doing it again,” he said, his voice dropping a bit lower and more growly. 

You looked up at him. 

“Doing what?” you asked. 

“Thinking,” he grumbled, “my wife doesn’t need to think.” 

“B-but…who am I?” you mumbled, “I don’t even know who I am…”

He pulled your cheeks into his palms and searched your eyes. 

“You are my sweet little wife, (Y/N),” he assured you, “that’s all you need to be concerned with. We are happy together and we love each other. There’s nothing more to know. Just let me take care of everything.” 

You were going to push for more, but he kissed you. His lips were soft and confident, moving over yours as he pressed your head into his hand. Melting into his mouth, you lost track of what you were worried about. A hot tongue brushed your lips and you granted him entry, wanting more of what he had to give you. He must have been your husband. This kiss felt…right.

You relaxed into his arms, sure you were where you were supposed to be. Thoughts could come later. 

Chase felt the moment when you gave into him, your body softening in his arms and your lips surrendering to his. He stifled a smile at his victory.

This had actually been easier than he'd thought it would be. He'd worried you would put up more of a fight, question him more, but the way you melted into him only reinforced his belief that you were meant for one another.

The spell he’d used to erase your memories had worked.

Chased brushed your hair off of your forehead as you slept. It had grown out to a flattering length around your cheeks and he smiled at how perfect he'd made you. You were his, safe in his nest and your ex husbands bones were scraped of flesh in his back yard. No one was coming to look for you and he would never, ever let you go.