I Want Mummy To Sweet Talk Me Onto Her Lap, Facing Her With My Legs Splayed Easing Myself Down Onto Her

I’d love to wake up in a locked crib in a pink nursery, completely swaddled in a nappy and mittens, feeling groggy and not knowing how I got there. Then a demurely dressed woman who I’ve never seen before walks in and I hear myself say “Hello mummy, thank you for catching me.”

Give me a woman with feet she’s not taken care of. Hard skin, cracked nails, whatever. Let me work diligently every night to make her skin soft and smooth and kissable, get her nails beautifully painted. Let me just work on her feet as she reclines and watches TV and reads. Then let me worship those feet on nights when she’s not going out with her friends or hot guys.

Recently I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about lying on my back naked looking up lovingly at my boss standing over me as she finger fucks my mouth with one hand and teases my butthole with the other. She’d tell me how well behaved and slutty I am as I moan around her probing fingers and thank her for guiding me and making me her good boy.

I’d like to be put into a trance by a hypnodomme who asks me if she can borrow a little bit of my mind. Of course I say yes because I want to be a helpful good boy, and she says she’ll give it straight back. Without that little bit of my mind I feel slower, thinking is a bit harder. But it’s okay because it’s just for a moment and I’m helping.

Only now the hypnodomme says what she needed to do is harder than she expected and she needs to borrow a bit more of my mind. I agree again because that’s what good boys do and I want to be a good boy. This time I don’t just feel slower, I feel stupid and exposed and it’s really very hard to think. When the hypnodomme says she needs more of my mind I just look up at her dazedly and hope she’ll understand that I need her to think for me.

She does understand. She takes more of my mind and now I’m just a vacant idiot who can’t think for himself. I just want to do as I’m told and mindlessly obey. But it’s okay because she’s just borrowing my mind for a little while. I’m helping.

And then another lady is here and the hypnodomme is telling me she needs to keep the portion of my mind that she’s borrowed for a little longer but she’ll definitely give it back. She tells me I don’t mind and so I don’t. The hypnodomme says I can stay with the other lady while my mind is being borrowed. I’ll have to be very good and do everything the other lady says, when she says, because she’s being very kind letting me stay with her for free. The hypnodomme was really pretty and had a very nice body and she was kind and calming. The other lady isn’t very nice looking at all, and she’s mean and angry. I nod and try to say I’ll obey but speaking is hard so I just nod and then I’m led away… just till I get my mind back.

Just saw a picture of a woman in hot pants and it triggered me into ordering some French knickers for myself.

The weather is so nice and hot and there’s so much warm jiggling flesh around in lovely short and low cut clothing. I want a domme to tell me to walk behind her as she walks, to show deference and to watch her walking and become completely entranced. But I can be a silly boy so I’d probably need a collar and lead so I don’t fall too far behind.

I want to paint mummy’s toenails for her before she goes out on a date then kiss her feet goodbye and thank her for dating other guys.

Put me in skimpy panties and objectify me. Tell me how much you like seeing my cheeks jiggling, like they’re going to wreck the perilously stretched fabric of my pretty panties at any moment.

Please can a hot mummydom play with my mind until it’s broken and all I can think about is them?

‘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?’