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Everyone who reblogs this will get a personalized hypnotic erotic GIF based on what I see on your profile.

I will create the animation, post it on my blog and tag you. Feel free to put any kinks you want to share or any suggestions you need re-enforced in the tags or as a reblog text.

And acrylic, clear, platform, stripper heels. Seriously. Everyone should have at least one pair. Ideally more.

Everyone who reblogs this will get a personalized hypnotic erotic GIF based on what I see on your profile.

Saw this in a deactivated Tumblr and will pick up the gauntlet, .I will create the animation, post it on my blog and tag you. Feel free to put any kinks you want to share or any suggestions you need re-enforced in the tags or as a reblog text. 

Superb! The opening line:  “ It’s time for another change. What makes you proud?” is spectacular! It sets the relationship, outlines what has been happening and is just bloody hot! Personally, I would have liked to see a little more process, the girl losing more as her past is ‘altered’, but this is rather awesome!

Too Classy for Him (Mind Control, Corruption, Bimbofication)

She had been a thoughtful, cute, financial advisor in her late 20′s. Now, her hair was bleached blonde. Her boobs were permanently stuffed with silicone implants. Her pouty lips were enhanced from collagen injections. She looked like a bimbo.

“It’s time for another change. What makes you proud?” he asked her.

“Please no, don’t make me answer.” she cried.

“You will answer me, doll.” the handsome man said is his deep, masculine voice. “What makes you most proud?”  

“My master’s degree. I’m proud of my education, okay?” she answered.

“Not anymore.” he said as he placed the helmet on her head. “We’re gonna change that right now.”

The helmet hummed as he twisted the dial on the machine. It was now erasing and changing the memories of her university education. Instead of studying, she now “remembered” focusing on her appearance. Makeup, clothing, and accessories were her priorities. So was partying and clubbing.

Her grades weren’t the best… she justed wanted to have a good time and flirt with guys. Every time she tried to be smart, she made a fool of herself. She had tons of silly little “blonde moments” that her friends liked to playfully make fun of her for.

She remembered that she didn’t finish her bachelor’s degree, instead choosing to rely on rich sugar daddies and boyfriends. She manipulated them into buying her the best clothes and accessories. Her favorite daddy paid for her plastic surgery.

“And… you’re back. How do you feel, doll?” he asked her.

“I’m, like, totally not happy about it. I know you did something to me but it’s all mixed up now!” she replied in an angry but completely harmless tone.

“Well, I’m sure you’re not happy about right now but you secretly love it, don’t you? You love it when you’re spoiled like a princess. You like getting expensive gifts from men because you have a pretty face and big boobs.” he told her, as she began to moan.  

“You like being a trophy and arm candy. You want to date successful, good looking men for their money. They’ll fund your insatiable need to look good and be bathed in luxury all the time.“

“Even if your boyfriend rescues you, he’ll never be rich enough for you. Sure, you’ll still think he’s a good man but he can’t afford your luxurious, chic lifestyle. You’re way too classy for him. How do you feel about that, doll?” he said, as he twisted the dial to the maximum setting.

“Ughhhnnn… I feel really good about that, sir. He’ll never touch these curves. I’m way out of his league. He can’t afford me.” she said, as she squirmed and bucked in her seat.

Whoops! I've used 'dumber' before... hmm? Perhaps, giggle, ditzy, memo?

Mr. Cameron:

Like, okay, I’ll just do stuff any way that you say, y’know?

You just ask, and I’m your gal!

Love, Ditzi

Meredith hit SEND and hoped that she hadn’t laid it on too thick.

Then she remembered that the last time she’d thought she might have laid it on a little too thick, she’d been told she was still sounding too “mannish”, and sighed.

She put her head down on her desk for exactly one silent recitation of the “Pilgrim’s Chorus” from Tannhäuser and began a new e-mail, this time to Procurement to order a new nameplate for her desk that would read “Ditzi”.

If those new lips of yours are making it hard to get your message across, maybe try putting it somewhere people are bound to look.