Just Wanna Be Pegged By My Kind, Nurturing Softdomme Boss. Is That Too Much To Ask?

Browsing SFW Bailey Jay pics on the tube and hoping to get caught by the hot business lady sitting next to me.

Sometimes, by which I mean quite often, I browse Tumblr at work and my manager walks by. I have a bit of a crush on her and fantasise about her softly telling me to give her my phone. I wouldn’t want to but I also wouldn’t put up much of a fight and would give in pretty much immediately and then stand there bashfully as she browsed through my phone discovering all my kinks.

Train me. Brainwash me. Make me absolutely desperate to please you, terrified any time I think I’ve done something that will even slightly displease you.

Just want a mummydom who tells me she’s going to find a use for my naughty mouth if I don’t stop talking.

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.

A good boy is allowed an erection. Erections make good boys happy and pliant. Be a good boy so you are allowed erections.

I want to be taught to get silly and highly excited and touch myself whenever a particular woman with mummy attributes appears on TV. Someone like Liza Tarbuck or Kate Garraway or Ruth Langsford. I just love the idea of being unable to stop myself from losing control over a late middle-aged woman as a sexy mummy sits on the couch behind me laughing and gently encouraging me, deepening my fixation with the presenter.

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.

Love the idea of being led around a lingerie store by a mummy domme, being given armfuls of stuff to carry and being referred to as “mummy’s special boy.”

“No baby, don’t try and think. You know that always leads to trouble. Let mummy think for you. Just sit and play at my feet and I’ll take care of everything.”