Yesterday, I got a message by a gentleman here on ifap who provided me with quite a lot of stuff to think about. One thing he said was that as a bimbo I should think of myself as less as a person, and more as a tool of pleasure. He said that whatever I do, I must do it please men. Although I feel that I'm just starting to realize the meaning of this concept for my way of life, I tried to act according to it, when Daniel invited me to dinner at a nearby restaurant.

I know that he considers me not really a person, he surely doesn't respect me or something like that. To him I'm clearly just his 'little fuckdoll' (that's how he actually calls me quite often). From that and from some other remarks, I supposed that making me more attractive in his eyes means making me indeed as doll-like as possible. Having in mind the rule my friend gave me in his message, I tried to adopt to Daniels wishes: my fake nails were a good start; I applied make-up in purple and pink, and I did it much more excessivly than I'm used to do now. I made my hair into one braid on each side, put on my most flowerish parfume, and dressed as girlylike as I was able to. It took me a deep breath before I could open the door and step out to the public.

This time I got even more looks, and looks of all kinds. But I kept smiling and when I arrived at the restaurant, and Daniel saw me, I wasn't any longer unsure–the sight obviously took away his breath. All the evening, he again and again stared at me, carressed my cheeks, fondled my braids, sniffed at my skin...

When we finally left, and came to his place, he was even more passionate than he uses to be. When I dropped on my knees, and
took his gorgeous cock between my lips glistening in pink brightly, he insisted that I should look at him all the time so that he could see my 'pretty doll-face' getting impaled by his rod. He couldn't get enough of this sight, he said.

When we fucked, he as usual pushed me on all fours, but used a firm grip in my hair to turn around my head, so that he had my face in sight nevertheless. I guess, I quite succeeded in pleasing this special man. :-)