Lace My Dinner With Sleeping Tablets Then Molest Me As I Start Falling Asleep And Can’t Fight You Off.

I kind of want to spend the day at work with an enormous gag in my mouth. I’d love to have my communication capabilities restricted and be constantly drooling. Especially if my boss was keeping me busy with tasks and finding lots of reasons to ask my opinion on things and softly teasing me for not being able to answer her.

Switch off my mind and give me a high heel to play with on the floor as you relax for the evening.

I really like being told how compliant I am. There’s such a big clinical and detached feeling about it. It’s also something society thinks of as a bad thing for people to be. Tell me I’m a good, compliant boy and I’m putty in your hands.

I want to beg my boss to make me obsessed with her feet, desperate to be a slave to them, worshipping them. Maybe I could be told to look at pictures of her feet, delicately posed and so pretty with nail polish, every night and make sure not to touch myself. That would be respectful behaviour and give her lovely feet the attention and respect they deserve.

Seduce me into writing out a list of my kinks then use it to break me and make obsessed with you. I want to be completely besotted with a mummy mistress, always thinking about her and how I can please her.

Take my mind away from me and make me a good slutty boy who begs passionately and desperately to perform housework and suck mummy’s strap-on.

“Hard cock and empty head, that’s how mummy likes her good boy.”

Please can a hot mummy hypnotise me and get me to kneel in front of her to stare at her feet and tell me I’m mummy’s happy little boy and staring at feet is all I want?

I want to press my face into my boss’s round bubble butt as she calls me her babbly little good boy and informs me I’ll be taking a pay cut and working longer hours from now on, but that the good news is that means I’ll qualify for being kept as her chaste work slave who gets monthly orgasms on her feet... so long as I hit work targets of course.

This morning I was looking at upskirt panties pics in bed (it was a really fun time). I’d forgotten this when I sat down on the tube to work. When I pulled out my phone and unlocked it it was still on a close up shot of a woman bending over. I’m not sure the woman next to me saw but I kind of hope she did. I spent several minutes daydreaming about her publicly shaming me for my filthy perversions.