I Want To Beg My Boss To Make Me Obsessed With Her Feet, Desperate To Be A Slave To Them, Worshipping

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

I want a quiet, bookish, demurely dressed woman to hypnotise me. Make me try to stay awake, stay alert, stay focused.

Then I wake up and I’m on my knees and the most important thing in my world is showing her feet just how much I love and respect them by covering them with gentle kisses and whispers of adoration.

Then I wake up and I’m just a stupid, horny, lust-driven idiot, humping her leg as she laughs and smiles condescendingly at me. She talks but I’m too stupid to understand speech, all I know is animalistic grunts and panting and the frustration of desperately trying to climax, but not being allowed.

Then I wake up and I’m weak and helpless, staring up into her eyes as she cradles my head in her lap. Now I realise she’s my mummy and all I want is to suckle and feel safe and be baby-talked. I know that being a good boy for mummy is the absolute most important thing in the world.

And on and on and on.

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.

Brainwash me into identifying as Tinkerbell from the Disney Peter Pan, complete with very short dress and inability to speak but without the sassy attitude. Make me loyal to you and compliant and desperate to serve you with magic… and maybe convince me giving blowjobs to strap-ons is “magic.”

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.

“Remember baby, little-dicked boys don’t need a brain. Let’s keep you locked up and shrinking for just one more week…”

“It’s bath time, baby. Mummy’s going to make you all nice and clean, won’t that be nice? And do you know what else mummy’s going to clean? Your mind! Mummy is going to scrub your mind nice and clean so you stay happy and subdued as mummy’s special boy. If you’re good mummy will even help you make a sticky in the bath…”

“I know you think you want to suck mummy’s boobies and put your little penis in mummys vagina but what you actually want is to ask mummy to put on her strap-on and throat fuck you. Be a good boy and ask mummy now.”

Tell me I’m mummy’s big, strong boy as you make me cum after ten seconds of humping your leg.

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.