ANA DE ARMAS IN DEEP WATER (2022)

#Story, #Bimbo, #airhead, #Hypnosis, #Dumb

School Daze

Miss Schism walked into the empty lecture hall loaded down with books and papers. She scattered her desk with plans and textbooks, and sat dutifully for a long time, writing and researching, making notes, glancing at the clock frequently and increasingly fretfully. Finally, she rested her forehead on the cool desk, and whimpered.

After a few quiet minutes with her eyes closed—which didn’t help—she leaned back in her chair, wanting to cry with frustration. “There’s only a few days left before I have to give the final, and I’m not even done creating it!” she wailed to the empty room. “And there’s still so much left to do!!”

“Like what?”

She gestured to the mess before her. “I’ve got to grade the last two weeks’ worth of work, create a rubric for the final project … " She suddenly stood, and walked to the blackboard, grabbing the chalk and making frantic notes to herself. “Not to mention skimming through three months of discussion notes for questions … ”

“—planning what you’re going to wear the last day, and what debauchery you’ll get up to on vacation … ”

“—downloading and organizing and printing and planning … ”

“—dressing and undressing and squeezing and sucking … ”

“Stop!” she told the Voice, dropping the chalk in the tray, but not turning around. “I can’t—I can’t be thinking about that right now. I need to focus.”

“You certainly do need to focus,” came the Voice, which was deep, and male … and persuasive. “Focus on the tingling in your breasts, focus on how hard your nipples are getting … ”

“No … " moaned Miss Schism.

“They’re so aroused. You’re so aroused … ”

She put both hands on the chalkboard, bending over, squeezing her thighs as she felt herself getting warmer. “Please … I c-can’t … ”

“But you can. You need to. You need to focus, that’s what you said. Focus on what your body needs … Turn around.”

She whimpered an almost-protest, but pivoted to put her hands on her desk, leaning over further and scanning the empty room, the rows of bare chairs, with eyes blurred with growing lust.

“Oh my! Look at that … You weren’t very focused when you got dressed this morning, were you? I bet you haven’t even noticed what top you put on, by ‘accident.’ How sheer that blouse is. How it’s almost … invisible.”

She looked down and gasped. It was, indeed, so sheer as to show the white lace on her bra. “Oh no! I can’t be out in public like this! … At least I have a bra underneath it … ”

The unseen Voice seemed to move from one side of her to the other as it chuckled. “No you don’t.”

She looked down again as she felt her erect nipples brushing the silky fabric, swaying suddenly. “Oh no! What was I thinking!?” she gasped, covering her breasts with one arm. “This is totally, like, see-thru!”

“You weren’t thinking,” said the Voice. “You were being dumb.”

She chewed her lip, shaking her head bashfully, girlishly. The beginnings of a grin began to show. “Nuh-uh.”

“Like a dumb bimbo.”

“No I wasn’t!!” She dropped both arms to stamp a foot. “I was, like … . I mean, I am! Like, smart!”

“Much too dumb to be a teacher … ”

“Stoooop … .” she whined. “Yer mixing me up!! I gotta find something to put on before somebunny sees me!!”

She hurried to her bag beside her desk.

“It’s too late. Your whole class has seen you. Look.”

Sure enough, there they were! Every seat was filled! When did they get here??? A student in every seat, and every single one of them, boys and girls, wuz LEERING at her!!

“My goodness, what they must think of you … " said the Voice, right in her ear now. “A sheer top, and no bra … Oh and look, you forgot your skirt as well … ”

She didn’t need to look down, she FELT the scratchy tweed disappear from her thighs, and her fingertips. She watched as the boys in the front row leaned forward, their gaze growing hungrier.

“I’m having a dream, it’s a terrible, terrible dream … " she murmured.

“Nonsense!” came the Voice, but now it was coming from the doorway. Miss Schism looked, and saw an older man walking toward her, with a beaming smile, his arms out. “It’s not terrible at all … ”

“Principal Grossman!” she cried. “What a relief!”

The man was pudgy, and mostly bald, with a horseshoe of white hair. A relaxing presence, even in these circumstances. She didn’t think to cover herself, but moved toward him as if he were an oasis in the desert. “They’re all lookin at me!!” she whispered, her voice moving up the scale as if on helium.

“Poor girl,” he said tenderly. “You’re so confused. Did you think you were teaching this class? No, no, you’re the experiment.”

“I am?”

“And you’re doing very, very well,” he said, grasping her forearms reassuringly.

She beamed proudly. “Oh goody!”

He turned her, facing the students. “Such a silly girl.” He unbuttoned her blouse, stripping off the wispy material. She stood, topless, her nipples hardening, as the boys licked their lips and rubbed the crotches of their jeans. The girls uncrossed their legs, spreading their knees, revealing the lack of panties under their short skirts as they slouched in the chairs, eyes hooded with lust.

“Silly girl, you can’t be a teacher. You’re much too dumb.”

“I am?”

“Dumb and slutty,” he said into her ear, and the word “slutty” echoed through her empty head, sweeping up so many thoughts and feelings and memories. He cupped her breasts from behind, fondling them, offering them to the students. “Aren’t you, my dum-dum dolly?”

A wave of pink fluff went through her brain as he said that. And a wave of golden sparkles tingled through her body. “Uuunngghhh … .” She staggered a little. “Yes … ”

“A slutty, horny, dum-dum dolly?”

Her pussy ached with sudden need, drenching her sodden panties. He was pinching her nipples now, and tingles raced through her body, not just from his touch but from his words, his triggers … “Yes, Principal Grossman.”

“Are you sure?” he said, and his voice changed. “Look again.”

She blinked, and turned, trying to focus on the man whose hands were running over her belly, her hip, as she heard and felt the students shift hungrily in their seats.

And it wasn’t the principal at all!! He was taller, and muscular, and dark as rich chocolate!!—with shaved head and trimmed beard, but the same gentle smile …

“Coach Brickhouse!!!!”

“That’s right, little girl. And you’re my suggestible bimbo snowbunny, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh!” she grinned, and “Ohhhhhh … " She moaned as her eyelids fluttered, as the word ‘snowbunny’ stole more of her IQ points. Oh, it felt so good to let go.

The coach caressed her cheek as he hooked one dark thumb under her panties, at the hip. The other thumb slid into her slack mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, her eyes closed and her mind eclipsed. “That’s my docile, suggestible idiot,” he murmured in his rich baritone, as she sucked dutifully on his thick, black, powerful thumb. “It feels so good to drop, and obey, doesn’t it … ”

“Mmmmm … " Miss Schism, her mind delightfully fractured, leaned her blond head against his hand, mindlessly sucking, awaiting orders.

“Then why don’t you get on your knees, and show me how much you love being cockdumb.” She giggled as she dropped happily, and took his massive member in her little white hands. It filled her lips with its intoxicating meaty taste, and she stuffed it into her throat until her jaws ached with pleasure. She looked up at him with big eyes, reveling in his kind gaze as he stroked her cheek and hair with his strong hands.

“Then we’ll see how many of these nice boys and girls want to play with your body, and break your little brain with pleasure. How does that sound … Mmmmm, imagine a silly girl like you, thinking she was a teacher. You’re just a slutty bimbo airhead, aren’t you?”

She nodded happily, and kept sucking his hard, gorgeous member, her eyes rolling back and her eager cunt gushing with grateful pleasure.

***

Abigail slurped happily on her husband’s cock, humming peacefully and mindlessly to herself, two fingers stroking her sopping pussy.

Jack stroked her dark hair lovingly, and throbbed in her mouth. He glanced over at the bedside desk, strewn with term papers and textbooks.

She could finish the rubric in the morning, he knew, and still have time for everything else before finals next week. She deserved a break.

And fortunately, she’d long ago given him the tools to give it to her.

“What a good slut,” he murmured. “Look out, here comes that football player with the big dick … He’s holding your hips, getting ready to slam it into you … ”

Her eyes met his, her cheeks sunken in with sucking, and suddenly her eyes … WIDENED … and her body moved with the first thrust of the phantom cock. She squealed in pleasure, and her husband knew that meant “thank you.”

“My goodness, look at these hot co-eds who want to suck on your tits while you’re being spitroasted … ”

Love it

🔥🔥

Simply beautiful and vacant as should be

Day dreaming

Headaches

Lately you had been getting headaches. Right around the time your roommate gave you those nice audio tapes!

At first the gentle recording helped dull the pain. But then that wasn't enough.

Strangely shaving your body helped. As did rubbing fake tan into your temples and all over your body. At least for a little while.

Aspirin didn't seem to work. Some little pink pills did tho. But then the dull headache returned and your chest and booty were a little sore too.

You tried to sooth your head. Massaging your scalp with long hair extensions temporarily helped. As did applying gaudy makeup over and over until it was immaculate. But you couldn't do those things forever!

When the headaches returned you tried to focus on something else. Like staring at your plumped lips. Or your big titties. When did you get those? It was so hard to remember with the pounding in your head.

Your last solution was to think less. Not use your brain at all. It worked until you started daydreaming about cute outfits and bigger body upgrades. Even those happy thoughts were a bit too much to handle.

But eventually...by magic...the migraines stopped! You wondered if thinking less meant there was nothing in your head to hurt. You vowed to only have simple thoughts from that day forward. Thoughts like "Wow I look hot! Yay!" or "Ooooh I love pink!" The kind of things the tapes say to you over and over and over.

Finally your headaches were replaced by a sense of euphoria. You loved your body. You loved your outfits. You loved being a bimbo! Life was sooooo much better this way.

Reblog if you support women bringing out their inner slut.

She is definitely my role model to follow ♥

From drecma galleries

a Bimbo is born to be on display and she definitely does a remarkable work on it, it feels just natural

stop pretending you’re more than a dumbslut

i’m a dumbslut and it’s time to make sure i’m not hiding it from anyone.

it should be obvious to anyone dolly comes across that shes silly and small and shouldn’t be allowed to be taken seriously

do it with me! bring back bimbos! be proud!!

here’s how this little sluthole is going to make sure everyone knows what a dummy she is:

turn off autocaps

you don’t need a computer making you look smart. being dumb is good. there’s no shame in it. it’s who we are.

no words over 3 syllables

a good limit for any girl. big words are for Superiors.

big words, big smarts, big important.

small words, small minds, happy girls.

word over 3 and cant thinkie of a diff. one? cut it down! yes it will look silly … so?

numbers not words

12 not twelve.

why make it hard on that silly little head, numbers are so much prettier and easy to understand.

keep/turn on predictive text. and then delete all the bad words!

every time a word comes up that is 3+ sylls, go to settings and remove it from your phone vocab.

make sure that soon even your phone only predicts small words for you, silly.

abbrevies everywhere!

for example… e.g.

monday… mon

tuesday… tues (etc)

New York City… NYC

Great Britain… GB

anything with an abbrevie should be abbrevied. make it so much easier for your little head.

use uncertain filler noises and pauses

make sure you are ummmming and uhhhhing your way through everything.

you’re too slow to deliver a full sentence without faltering. people who do that aren’t silly little sluts. but you? you’re just a silly little slut.

use ‘like’ often

im, like, really, uhhhm, good at, like, being a silly little airhead *giggles*

Double words!

slut becomes dumbslut

cunt becomes whorecunt

bimbo becomes airheadedbimbo

Always make good words better words

stop pretending this isn’t who you are.

join the fun side.

come be happy knowing that you’re not hurting your little head on things we can’t help, let smarties do that, let them worry.

you just sit and be pretty and start making yourself happy by freeing this girl who’s been trapped inside for too long.

The doe eyed look… it’s good for you little one… stop you from getting those icky wrinkles in your head that you hate so much…

Now open your mouth and let daddy use your head for what it’s good for… we know it’s not thinking…

Be less…