Bimbo Mantra: Too Much Is Never Enough

The bimbo life is one of luxury and excess. Why settle when you can always have more? I have been told by many that you can have too much of a good thing. Can you though? Or is too much never enough? My answer may surprise you!

No One Likes a Greedy Bitch

One of the top rules of bimbodom is “Good girls share.” Don’t be greedy. I’m not talking about hording limited resources here. When I was an escort, I didn’t poach other girls’ hires. In a threesome, make sure the other girl gets some attention too. You should both get your share. If only one of you is sticky, mission failed.

I’m going to go a step further than that. I met a slave who told me that she was going to give away her inheritance to her mistress. That made me feel all kinds of icky. I hope it was just role play on her part. I’ll accept gifts. Cash is preferable. But I don’t want your last dime. I’d rather not be the cause of someone’s financial instability. I don’t need that kind of karma.

I’m not endorsing unethical behavior. Bimbo Luxe is all about positivity. Leave the world better than you found it. Bimbos bring love, joy and pleasure to everyone they meet. We’re like busty unicorns. Or slutty angels. I don’t know. You can come up with your own thing if neither of those works.

Personal Growth

Fortunately, bimbodom is rarely a zero-sum game. To the best of my knowledge, silicone is not in short supply. Or saline. Talk to your surgeon about what works best for your desired look. Especially in a virtual world where “more” can be a matter of moving a slider to the right.

Previously, I wrote about massive cocks. For many years, I thought over-sized dicks were a joke. Most of the guys brandishing them in Second Life reinforced this belief. But then I met Daddy Medi. And he showed me that it didn’t have to be that way. With great size, comes great responsibility. When a guy knows how to wield his mega-schlong, the results can be explosive.

I have always liked having big tits. There are downsides to be sure. For me, the trade-off has been worth it up to a point. As a fashion blogger, there are outfits that just look blocky if your chest is too big. It takes a lot of self control, but I will reduce my chest size when absolutely necessary.

The other day I was taking a picture of a cute outfit from Poonsh. It was a full bodysuit with lots of frills. No cleavage shown. The pleats just looked weird on big ole balloon titties. Fortunately my partner Darden was with me. She helped guide my temporary chest reduction to the size appropriate for the outfit. I don’t think I could have gotten there on my own.

All of which is to say that yes, tits can be too big. It’s circumstantial and it’s subjective. I draw the line at bigger boobs than most. Medi does not believe such a line exists at all. Although even he will acknowledge that after a certain point clothing becomes limited.

So how big is too big?

Bimbo Ceiling

One of the themes of this blog is that their are different kinds of bimbos. Daddy Medi introduced me to a very sexy friend of his. Jessica is a blonde slut who drains his balls. But her tits are much smaller than mine. Bra size does not make a bimbo. Every bimbo gets to decide what her transformation looks like.

Personally, I have always stopped short of going “full bimbo”. I’m not a fan of the MILF look, but I will celebrate those who find it fulfilling. Since I started Bimbo Luxe, I have pushed further and further into bimbdom. But I can only go so far with it before I hit a mental block.

Which brings up a point. I mentioned that my bimbo brain-washing is ongoing. I don’t ever remember it. But I know that my Hypno Daddy has his way with my mind. After I wrote that, HD (Hypno-Daddy, d’uh) reached out to confirm that he had moved some things around. Delete this, insert that. I don’t know what he did, but he asked me about my arousal levels.

Were they higher than usual? He didn’t need me to respond. He knew they were.

Maybe that’s why this whole big dick thing is fucking with me like it is! Medi has been showing me pictures of boulder-chested bimbos sucking his tree-trunk cock. I can’t get these images out of my head. All I can think about is being one of those sluts. I want to be bimbofied more than ever.

Then there’s that other part of me. HD would call it my “other self”. The girl I was before my brainwashing. A girl I no longer recognize. But every now and then, she pulls me back from the edge before I can leap.

Living the Dream

Every night the dream is the same. Medi’s massive cock snakes around me. Between my legs. Resting between my tits which have swollen to ridiculous proportions. Similarly, my lips are obscenely large as I press them to Daddy’s tip. Shoving nearly three feet of dick into my throat one inch at a time.

The cock stiffens as suck it. Growing inside me. Filling me up. My throat bulges. My face turns red as my airways are cut off. And yet, I keep taking the monster inside me. Down my throat into my belly where it feels warm. The satisfaction is indescribable. Daddy tells me I’m a cocksleeve and I know that it’s true.

Then I wake up and start sucking.