“Because It’s New Year’s Eve I’m Going To Give You A Special Treat: A Full Hour To Kiss And Massage

I want to be kept denied and naked and caged. And then when I’m unlocked I’m so proud of my little erection that I don’t realise I should be embarrassed at being kept naked and needy.

Really wish I had a domme running my life and keeping me locked for Loctober right now.

The idea of being made to get a tramp stamp, and it being referred to as a tramp stamp, so that a mummy can make fun of me and call me a slut and tell me no woman will ever want me, is very very hot.

I want a mummy who’ll get me drooling and staring at her boobies, my hungry little mouth open and ready to suckle. As I lay down and my head is pulled into her lap I babble with excitement only for mummy to pull out a bottle and tell me I’m not ready for her boobies yet ❤️

I want a mummy to cup my soft cock and balls in her hand and gently tell me she loves how small and unintimidating I am.

Really want a mummydomme to shush me over and over as she guides a strap-on into my mouth. She’d ask me if I like it and smile down at me as I nod gently.

Fantasy idea: you’re relaxing in a warm, soapy bath when you get a voicenote from your crush. You reach a steaming hand out of the bath, suds dripping down to the floor below, grab your phone and press play.

“Knock knock,” says your crush.

And just like that you’re triggered. You find yourself stepping out of the bath and walking, pink, wet, and naked, to the front door. You open it to find your crush looking hot and in charge and so absolutely fuckable and you find yourself sinking to your knees as they step past you into your home, completely in control of your feeble little mind.

You’re cold and naked and vulnerable, totally unable to move without being told. And you’ve never been more turned on.

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“‘Flaccid, of part of the body, soft and hanging loosely or limply, especially so as to look or feel unpleasant.’

That sounds pretty accurate to me. How about a second definition, just to be sure?

‘Flaccid, lacking vigour or effectiveness.’

That sounds right too, doesn’t it? I still love you. I don’t need you to have a big dick, or even a dick that can get an erection. But I do need you to accept you have a flaccid peeny and that you’re never going to put it in me. Because you physically can’t… and because I wouldn’t want it there even if you could.

If you can’t accept it maybe I should start thinking about chastity again.”

“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.”