Please Can A Hot Mummydom Play With My Mind Until It’s Broken And All I Can Think About Is Them?

“You know you love being mummy’s hypnotised good boy. You know you can’t resist. Give in to mummy, baby. It’ll feel so good…”

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.

I want to be teased by a hot dom in a cocktail dress until I can’t take it anymore and have to grab her and bend her over and plunge my cock into her ass and make her MINE… until she says the trigger word and I realise I’m actually the one who’s being bent over and fucked and I cum realising how submissive I am and how inside my head my dom is.

“Watch the spiral for another ten minutes then mummy will have some documents for you to sign, baby.”

I want to watch a woman apply lipgloss. Her lips get thicker and wetter and shinier the more she applies. I can’t look away. I don’t want to. The motion and the shine are so wonderfully mesmerising. Those lips are so plump that they fill up my whole mind. And I realise that she’s talking. I’m watching those perfect lips mutter instructions to me that I know I’m taking in, I just don’t need to consciously hear them right now.

And now I’m asking if I can please make squirties as I look at those lips. I’m fantasising about gliding my little peeny in between those beautiful, sumptuous, plump lips and squirting. But I’m not allowed. That’s for big boys. Little boys like me are satisfied with watching that lipgloss get applied.

I want to be kept in chastity and gaslit. Give me a release date to look forward to then when it arrives deny having told me, tell me I must have dreamt it or that I’m being naughty and making up stories. Break my mind.

“Baby, you told me that you never really liked sex. You said you only ever wanted it because you thought you should, as a man. But then mummy helped you realise you’re not a man, you’re just a baby boy. And baby boys don’t have sex do they? No. Can you remember what they do have? That’s right, humpies! What a clever boy! Why don’t you have humpies with the corner of the couch here. You’ll have a lovely view of mummy’s legs as she watches television.”

I just want a kind, pretty woman to mother me, dress me up in panties, and tell me how pretty and trapped my peenie looks. Is that really too much to ask?

I just want a woman who’ll tell me I’m cute and that my penis is small and dress me up in frilly underwear and cut me off from friends and family and make me absolutely obsessed with loving and obeying her. Is that really too much to ask?

Brainwash me to be a premature ejaculator who cries with relief and thanks you every time I cum.