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Thread: How to Bimbo?

A while back i was part of writing a story that had bimbofication as a plot, i dont know if it could be called good though I want to think there are a few assumptions involved. Usually the girl in question is unwilling but this is not always the case. There will be a lot of orgasm control and or denial involed, and controlling something she wants and needs, rewarding her with limited access to it whe she exibits the desired behaviors... Ie letting her cum, controlling when she can eat or drink, letting her use a restroom evil , using negative reinforcement dont spank or whip her in ways that are not enjoyable, use of drugs meant t heighten libido.... the possibilities are endless Often it involves breaking her down and then building her back up the way you want her to be, similar to military style bootcamp and or brainwashing It might help to research a few psychology terms, like operant and classical conditioning...
Thread: How to Bimbo?

Just curious, why do it if you're not in particularly interested in the kink?
Thread: How to Bimbo?

I never tried it before and figured it was worth a shot in case it turned out I was missing out on the greatest kink since doggy style.
Thread: How to Bimbo?

How did it go for you?
Thread: How to Bimbo?

It never really for off the ground.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

It was the thing of nightmare as the crush of people surrounded their home and were taking her father away. Her mother was in hysteria and her sister and her were call out the window. She had seen the so called Patriots tar and feather men for their simple loyalty to the crown. Eleanor did not understand why they would be taking her father away. Well, she had a determined look in her eyes as she looked to Fannie and said, Take care of mother and lock the door! Fannie who had seen that look in Ellie's eyes a hundred times before said. Don't you dare, Ellie! Well, it did not do much as she was out of the bedroom. Passing her mother who was on the bed as Betsy, the youngest sister was fanning her face. As if anyone could tell her that she should not protect her father. Rolling up the delicate lace sleeves of her expensive gown, it was only a day dress but she was not thinking about that as she rushed down the steps of their home. There were already people coming into their home as Fannie was shrieking for her to come back up the stairs. However, she pushed herself towards the door... and she was certainly not acting lady like as there was a look of hell in her green eyes and she was armed with with a fan. The bastards were looting the home that she had grown up in. Except, she could not think of that as she finally got out the front door and looked in the direct where they were taking her father. Of course, their loyal servants were up in the bedroom with Fannie and Betsy caring for their mother. Miss Eleanor... please come back inside. Looking up at the woman who truly raised her since mother was hopeless, she said. I am going... She doubted that she had heard her with the roar of angry Patriots as she could feel people grabbing her and pulling her into the mass of barbarians. You will unhand me... She growled as she put the fan to good use. She had to get to her father before they did anything. Of course, there was a supposed call of the practice of tarring and feathering but she would not put it pass them as her nostrils flared when someone was blocking her path... She looked up and realized who it was... Ellie, please please get back here! She could hear Fannie calling after her as she was trying to get her thoughts straight at the moment when her world was in complete chaos.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Thomas had been in the Cambridge Tavern when he heard the crowd talking, he was still deciding if he should join the Colonials like his brothers, or stay loyal like his father and head for Boston. Playing idly with his long black hair, the high necked shirt under his plain coat and breeches spoke of a man who once knew wealth, but had lost it. The talk of the Tory household made him wince, alarmed it might be his own, only when the name was spoken did he realized who they were going after. As the ale fueled men poured from the tavern Thomas followed them, staying at the fringe joining in the shouts of the crowd he was in the midst of them by the time they reached the street then the house. Knowing what would happen when he got there, uncertain if he really wanted to see her, already rejected once Eleanor he was still smitten with. Though if he could arrive now as a white knight, she might change her mind and accept him. At least Thomas let the fancies crowd his mind as he mingled with the crowd, not knowing how he would help her. The crowd was large and they had grabbed hoes or axes from somewhere along the way, the hollow sounds of splintering wood as they beat down the front door of the clapboard house, to cries of Loyalist Scum and Roast the Tory!. As he milled within the maelstrom of Colonial ire, she came to the door. Stately and with a certain amount of grace among the rabble, the crowd milled about her, pushing her out of the way in order to get to her father. Other voices from behind crying for a tarring and feathering. Thomas stood in front of her as she tried to move through the wave of men her fan hitting them ineffectually as she was pushed aside, and then facing him. Looking down at her, Thomas stood a good head Putting his hands on her shoulders moved her aside, Eleanor are you alright? His voice was full of concern, his once handsome face, now hardened by work and want held a glimmer of hope that he could help her. She looked up at him as the crowd surged into the house, the sounds of furniture, ceramics, and glass breaking in the house rose as screams echoed from the upstairs. Scores of feet pounded on stairs as the house seemed filled by an endless line of Cantabridgians who brought destruction in their wake.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

It was Thomas Dooley and she knew what side he was on as she was trying to get away from him as she moved. Was he a fool? Was she alright? Heavens no because her father was going to be marred if not killed before her eyes. Really, must you ask such a ridiculous question? She had an incredulous look on her face as she stared up at the tall man. Lord, she was lucky that she had not taken this fool for a husband My Father is being accused as a Tory supporter and the vile crowd is taking him to be tarred and feathered if not worse. Perhaps, he could survive that but if they hanged him well, she did not know what she would do. The idea made her tear up a little before furiously wiping them away, Out of my way, Mr. Dooley. I do not have time for your insufferable nattering about my well-being. She was going to use the bloody fan on him if he did not let go of her at once. Every moment that she was wasting with him, her Father could be hanging by a noose. I am going after my father They ought to have fled to Boston or rather, they should have went to England with all of this terrible unrest. However, her father had been a stubborn man her mother said that she got it from him and now, here they were with these animals who were breaking into her home and all the furniture. They were going to break her piano No, she had to think about her Father. Please, Thomas let go of me. She said before stomping on his foot before he could even make a choice. After all, she was tenacious in her objective. There was more yelling from inside of the house as she could see that there was a fire being started. Fannie in the window as she was staring now. Lord, there were not going to burn their house down. Would they? Fannie! Get Mama and Betsy out Please, help them Susan! She called to their servant who nodded as she had to hope that her father would be alright but if her sisters and mother burnt alive in their home. She would never forgive herself.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Alexander brought the regiment up, one of the men behind him gave voice to the thoughts in all their minds, looks like they are going to string up another Tory boys! A short huzzah going through the men as he watched the milling throng about the house. In the midst of it all saw her, a smile came over him as he noticed her fighting her way against the press of men armed with a fan. Such a will to face them all, it amused him to watch the fan swing about fruitlessly as the crowd ignored her. Whoever she was, she was beautiful, a pearl a midst a rabble. Well gentleman, we don't need Tories but I don't want to be fighting fires tonight, he grinned turning to the men, they sighed as they remembered the last fire in town that took most of the night to extinguish. Watching the angelic vision force her way, he added the powder to his pistol and with a bit in the primer pan pulled the hammer back and raised the pistol. The power exploded thunderously above them in the blue sky, a wisp of powder blue smoke rising as the pistol kicked in his hand. Catching the attention of the crowd who ducked expecting bullets, the men closest stooping their heads looking around for Lobsterbacks. Good morning gentleman! He shouted as the noise died down, per order of the Massachusetts Militia, I would like to ask you to disperse, on a gesture of his hand with the pistol the regiment formed line behind him, please. There was much grumbling as they moved forward, the crowd shocked out of its ale and anger began to move on snide looks and remarks coming from sidelong glances, most would go back to the tavern Alexander thought. As the crowd thinned he walked up to the beautiful young lady, she was kneeling next to a prone man stripped to his undershirt and stockings. Helping the man up easily with a broad arm, he looked into her bright eyes and rosy lips, smiling easily, she was a treasure certainly, and if the crowd was right probably a Tory. Right now though it did not matter. Lieutenant Alexander Gage, Massachusetts 30th, at your service my lady, he introduced himself with pride, using his rank and regiment to subtly impress her. Looks like we arrived too late to stop their beginnings, glancing at the broken door and the few cracked windows. My apologies for that.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

There was a sudden crack in the air as a bullet rang and everyone stopped their rampage on her home, Eleanor looked one way and then the other having lost Thomas Dooley in the throng of people. Was the British military there? She had a look of hope to see the men in red uniforms coming to their rescue. However, her attention turned to a militia of men who were there. One of the men, she supposed their leader was looking directly at her. No, he was obviously scanning the crowd of face. Of course, it would be a group of rebels who would come to their rescue. She had to be thankful that her home was not destroyed but she could not understand what these men were trying to do by killing all those loyal to the crown. Did they really think that they were going to get independent from one of the most powerful nations in the world? It was laughable. As the crowd was leaving, she hurried to her father on the cobberstone street in his shirt and stockings. Papa Her voice out of breath as she was looking at him he looked broken. Lord, these men were barbarous. Looking up, Eleanor raised an eyebrow at the young man who had stopped the crowd. Of course, a handsome young man like him would be a bloody rebel. Certainly a shame that he had his ideals mixed up. Although, her father had made the decision to not pick a side in this conflict she still had her opinions. Even if women ought not to have As if it had ever stopped her before. The militia officer helped her lift her father up but he was staring directly at her. It was a little disconcerting at the moment as one of the male servants came rushing out of the house, Miss Eleanor let me take your father. She could only nod as she felt a little dizzy herself. Her heart pounding but not because she was smitten with the handsome officer. No, she was having an adrenaline rush after all of that excitement. Yes quite. She said as the heavy body of her father was taken from her arms and she looked at the officer and said, Yes, thank you for intervening. Her home was ruined but not burnt to the ground as men had milled out of the house to go about their business. And what were they to do of the door? The nights were still cold although it was becoming warmer. Lord, he was introducing himself instead of someone introducing him was this a new custom. Without thinking, she said. Eleanor Caldwell. She realized what she had done and said, You will call me Miss. Caldwell, if we ever see each other again. She ought to rush back into the house now because she was not impressed by his militia nor the rank.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Miss Caldwell, he repeated and bowed his head, noting Eleanor for future reference. My apologies we did not get here sooner, he began to apologize but there was nothing for it. It's still early, if you send a man to Mr Wilson the carpenter over on Long Street, give him my name and he will help you. Inside he heard servants and the family moving about, cleaning the detritus from the incursion. A broom sounded collecting shards of glass that clinked shrilly together. While he had seen a few riots at Tory homes before the Siege began, all under the fever of Liberty and Freedom, they had all been faceless. Nameless people who he had no connection with, now he felt one form with Miss Eleanor Caldwell. Struck by her, as if cupid's arrow had pierced his breast, he showed her his favor. Alexander thought how he could obtain an opportunity in the future to see Miss Caldwell, as he tried to make pretense to stay near her presence. His idle conversation not seeming to impress her one whit. Stepping back as the regiment reformed, assuring that there were no hangers about around the house. Stiffening and saluting stepped back, eyes lingering on her as he hesitated a moment, if you should need anything Miss Caldwell, please feel free to ask. --- Thomas merged with the crowd when he heard the pistol shot. Like many he instinctively ducked. The regimental officer stood in front of the men in line, a few were locals he knew, others were local workers or farm hands from between here and Lincoln. What he could not do for Eleanor, the Lieutenant Alexander Gage did. Watching the Lieutenant and his men rounding up the rioters and approaching Eleanor, at one time his Eleanor, a small spark of jealousy began to flame. Hiding around the corner of a neighbors house, the street filling with passersby, women of the nearby households stood on their porches, faces and mouths covered with handkerchiefs. The Lieutenant clung to her as the regiment moved around the house and then reformed in the street, one of the serving girls of a neighbors house passed out small slices of cake to a few men. As Thomas watched he felt himself grow cold, Eleanor had never favored him, less so when his family fled to Boston before the Siege. He had hopes though, they lingered still. Watching the Lieutenant apprise her made his blood boil. It would not do. It would not do at all.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Eleanor had a look of astonishment when he had said that she could send someone to a carpenter, who she knew was a Patriot if she gave his name. Why was he being kind to her when the two of them were on opposing sides? Not that he truly knew but it was obvious why the mob had ramshackle her house and home. It was because her Father had a government position and so, they were seen as Tory. Thank you again, sir it is not your fault, the mob will do as they will when some fool gets a wild opinion in his mind. She stated simply. She would send their servant, Henry to get the carpenter over right away when everyone left. Of course, she would go check of her Mama. Lord she was not doing well with the fit when the men had surrounded the house. Luckily, Betsy had had the smelling salts but it had not done much in the ways of calming her mother. She did note something as she was looking up at the officer, good lord but he was smitten with her. She had seen the look of a number of mens faces before. And he was handsome but his ideals were heavily skewed in the opposition direction of her own. Ah yes She said with not much thinking. You have been very kind, Lieutenant. She said calling him by his rank but she knew his name and would have it as a reference for the future. Perhaps, this was a good ally to have even if she saw that he was on the opposition political opinion. After all, her friend was not truly safe unless they fled to Boston or even England. After all, it was her birth country having come here when she was only five years of age and her sister, Fannie had been two. Their other sister, Betsy had not been born. However, her brother Arthur had been eight and Andrew had been three years old. Both were officers in the British Navy. Andrew was in India and Arthur was actually on one of the ships in Boston Harbour. Making a little curtsy, Eleanor said. Thank you again, do have a good day. And with that, she made a little turn so that she could be on her way. There was much to do with the reclaiming of their home. She did hope that they had not damaged too much of their beautiful home or stolen everything. She would have Henry go out right away with the name of Lieutenant Alexander Gage of the Massachusetts 30th. Then, she would check on father and mother and see that they were fine before working with Fannie, Betsy and the servants on the cleaning and clearing of their home. Perhaps, she could convince her Father now that they would need to flee to Boston.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

Alexander led the men back to their route, her face, eyes, and rose colored lips in his mind. He could not help but think about her as he walked with the men around Harvard, his mind on Eleanor rather than the patrol. Or even reliving his time studying in Harvard. The snickers and laughter finally settled in his ears, as he turned to see the men laughing, only one of the older, and most bold, finally spoke up. Not becoming a Tory lover, are you sir? The men snickered as Robert Bosun the unofficial sergeant, a tall, broad farmer with a weathered and tanned face. Laughing back the men responded in a chorus before Alexander could. If they all looked like her I'd turn Tory too! Ha, they should be so lucky to have the Lieutenant! Send her to my tent I'll turn her! A few other expressions of good-natured ribbing, though at Eleanor's expense, to which his cheeks burned a little. Now, now men, he smiled broadly as he marched them on, that's the future Mrs. Gage you are talking about. A rouse of laughter stirred the men as they finished the morning patrol and he saw the glint of the Charles River ahead of them. If they were Tory they'd already be across the river, he shifted the sword in his grip, just some men in the heat of Liberty with too much ale. Alexander wondered though, he did not know the Caldwell's, he had heard the name but until recently had steered clear of politics, focused on the family business then his studies. As they returned to camp he reported back to Captain Williams noted the incident at the Caldwell's house, the Captain was not pleased at it or that they intervened. Giving it over to Alexander's youth left the tent knowing he did the right thing, he'd seen enough families torn apart, and while that did not bother him too much, to see Eleanor in distress that bothered him. He was smitten, with her, he knew it. The men knew it. As he walked among the tents, the smell of campfires and an early supper in the air, they greeted him warmly. A few more jibes at him for Eleanor, which he took in good spirits. As he talked to the men his cheeks burned again in embarrassment, though when it became too much he pointedly put a stop to it, knowing it would not be good for morale. A few men assigned to do the wash by the river and they moved on to other things.
Thread: Soldier and the Spy (AnjelRocker and I)

As soon as the regiment had departed, Eleanor was up the steps and into the house. Her shoes stepping over the broken glass that had yet to be swept up. The first order of business was to go and have Henry go to the carpenter down the road. Tell him that we are in need of a front door. Since the existing door was in splinters on among the glass. As well as a temporary door until the door can be replaced. Tell him that Lieutenant Alexander Gage said to help us if he gives any trouble. Her voice was direct as she was going to get their home into proper order by the end of the day. There were small miracles because the piano forte was still in working order and no one had taking the seat. However, the pieces of broken furniture and china was piling up as she said to the servants. There is no use for much of it. Perhaps, we could glue some back together. She looked a little sad as she looked down to see a china shepherdess on the ground. How she had marveled at the beauty of it when she was only a girl. Bending down, she picked up the three broken pieces. She would repair this somehow. The next order was to check on Father he had been badly beaten as she remembered the blood streaming down his face from his nose. He was most likely in his rooms being tended to by one of the servants as she went up the steps and Fannie was at the top. Mama has come back she is still fretting. Eleanor loved her Mama but she did wonder how the woman could be so dependent on others. Make sure that she has a bit of the tea down stairs you might have to make it yourself, Fannie. The servants are busy cleaning up. She warned her sister to not bother the servants with a thing like tea for Mama. I will see her in a moment, I am going to check on, Papa. She said before going to his door and knocking. Come in. She heard a groan from inside as she entered and said, Papa are you alright? She could see that he did look better. I will send for a Doctor at once. Her father spoke up before saying, Nonsense, Ellie It was only a few ruffians who have loud voices and too much ale to drink. He said loudly as she was considering if she should have a doctor come in. The black servant at his side looking to Eleanor before saying, From what I can see, Miss your father is only suffering from bruising but no internal damage. She did not look sure for a moment but went with the opinion of Nancy, a free woman since they were not believe in slavery as others did.