Laugh At My Dick. Call It Cute And Tell Me It’s The Smallest You’ve Ever Seen.

Fantasy idea: brainwash me to cum whenever you give me a five second countdown then gently tease me and tell me you need a real man every time you activate it.

“If you go over and ask those guys if they want to cum on mummy’s tits I’ll unlock you and let you play with yourself for me when we get home…”

I want to eat out of mummy’s hand like I’m her little puppy dog. She could tousle my hair and call me a good boy. Maybe she could lower her hand as I meekly go to take another mouthful, to the point where I’m practically eating off the floor. And then mummy could gently remind me that I’d be eating off the floor if not for her great kindness, making me love her even more.

I want to be trained to worship and adore feet. To the point where my trainer/owner/any hot lady can approach me and when I make eye contact or slip up and goggle at her boobs she can say “My feet are down here, sweetie.” I want to hear that and immediately drop my eyes down to her feet, showing deference and respect and submission, and demonstrating how easily triggered I am.

Fantasy idea: a super religious Christian woman kidnaps me and brainwashes me into thinking she’s God’s representative on Earth, leaving me to worship, adore and obey her, completely and without question.

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

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 want to be held close to a mummydom, arms and legs bound. I look up into her eyes with love and lust, desperate to please and obey. She looks down at me with passive disinterest. I start to speak, maybe to ask for some form of sexual relief, but mummy doesn’t want to hear it so she pushes a large dummy into my mouth, gives me a cold smile and pulls a blanket over my head. I cuddle into her and fall asleep in the dark, thankful for how sexually frustrated mummy keeps me.

“Time for your monthly peeny check, baby. Let’s get you measured. Okay, you’re down to two inches now, but that’s still so big and intimidating. Ladies will be scared of it. Don’t worry, mummy will help you shrink it more so it’s a size ladies will like. Okay, let’s get you on all-fours for a milking then locked back up in a smaller cage. Isn’t mummy kind to you? Don’t forget to say thank you.”

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.