“Don’t struggle, baby. Struggling will just make mummy’s strap-on hurt you more…”
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.
Today a woman on the tube was wearing wedge sandals with long straps that get tied around the lower leg, and a really short gold-green dress. She had beautifully smooth creamy legs. I so wanted to ask her to let me gently and carefully take her heels off and let me massage and admire her feet. Then she could have taught me how to tie them back on, preferably with an emphasis on the correct etiquette (real or entirely made up just for me to adhere to) of tying the laces.
I’d really love someone to slide into my DMs and send me spirals and hypnotise me and make me desperate to cum but then deny me. Just… take control of me. Please.
I want to be on my knees sleepily tugging on mummy’s skirt. “Think for me please, mummy…”
Please can someone slide into my DMs with some spirals and make me their happily devoted brainwashed toy?
Sometimes I write these updates out on the train to work to be published later. I always hope that a woman is going to be sat next to me, reading what’s typed out of the corner of her eye. After a few minutes she’d lean over and whisper “Don’t worry, little boy. Mummy’s found you.”
“Baby you know your peeny is too small for sex. Take your frillies off, get on all fours and you can have two minutes of humpies with mummy’s hand. But you won’t need that long will you?”
Can a full-figured older lady with nice feet and a caring, nurturing personality abduct me and brainwash me over a course of months to be her helpless, obedient baby slave, please?