“Oh Honey, Of Course You Can Cum. You Can Cum Whenever You Want, You Know That. But Mummy Would Prefer

Please can someone slide into my DMs with some spirals and make me their happily devoted brainwashed toy?

I just want to stare vacantly at a pretty pink spiral as mummy slides a strap into my ass and tells me what a good boy I’m being.

‘Baby, I can see you’re still worried about all this so let me explain again. Of course I don’t mind, that’s what mummies are for. And I know you find thinking around me so hard.

So, I know a man sucking a cock would usually be thought of as “gay.” I know you know there’s nothing wrong with being gay, shush now. Mummy knows. Mummy knows you identify as a straight boy. And mummy knows that you’re worried sucking a cock interferes with that.

But sweetie… it’s MUMMY’S cock. There can’t be anything gay about having sex with a mummy, can there? You see? And even if there was, you love mummy so much that it just wouldn’t matter, isn’t that right? Of course it is! Now why don’t you kneel down and show me what an obedient, well-behaved, mummy-loving cocksucker you can be?’

I met Shon Faye yesterday. She was wearing a really tight pale blue dress with an incredibly high slit, lots of cleavage, and some absolutely amazing high heels that showed off her feet and their perfectly applied red nail polish.

I fell in love immediately.

“Are you going to thank mummy for making your peeny permanently soft and little and pink? Good boy. You’re very welcome. Now take two fingers and make some quick tug-tugs for mummy before she leaves for her date.”

Tell me I’m pretty as your dildo slides into my mouth and you smile indulgently down and me.

“Baby, you told me that you never really liked sex. You said you only ever wanted it because you thought you should, as a man. But then mummy helped you realise you’re not a man, you’re just a baby boy. And baby boys don’t have sex do they? No. Can you remember what they do have? That’s right, humpies! What a clever boy! Why don’t you have humpies with the corner of the couch here. You’ll have a lovely view of mummy’s legs as she watches television.”

“You see that man over there? He has a four inch cock! I bet you wish you were hung with a monster like that, don’t you baby?”

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.