Love The Idea Of Being Led Around A Lingerie Store By A Mummy Domme, Being Given Armfuls Of Stuff To

I like the idea of this emoji 🌀 being used to put me into sub-space. Because it’s so clearly a hypno spiral, right? Some people, somehow, do not see this. I want to see it and feel weak and pliant and desperate to be given commands to obey. I want to feel my lips wet with drool as I’m sinking to my knees and mummy’s voice whispering instructions into my ear.

Please feel free to inbox me this emoji with instructions. It’d be hot.

Fantasy idea: dress me up in a onesie or a little sailor suit. Cuff my wrists together and my ankles together and then cuff those sets of cuffs together. Put a gag in my mouth. Leave me to awkwardly crawl around on the floor all weekend. Tell me I have to do my best to always be in your view and then, of course, find lots of reasons to keep moving around the house. When you do settle somewhere make it somewhere awkward for me to sit. Go for long stretches of barely acknowledging me and then occasionally overload me with praise and maybe some touching.

Watch me become yours.

Today my boss came in with her nails painted the colour of dark red wine. I wanted to strip naked, kneel in front of her and suckle on her fingers like a good boy.

My favourite thing that I’ve ever posted on here was my story about N. I’ve tried writing a fourth part so many times but every time I do I end up getting carried away, humping and spurting ten losing interest until the next time.

I want to write it though. Because it’s a fun story to think about, but absolutely definitely really truly not something I’d want to happen IRL at all under any circumstances.

Being hypnotised so that when your owner fastens your collar around your neck you become completely blank and mindless and unable to resist a single command or suggestion. Then being hypnotised to resist collaring… but also unable to move.

Imagine the desperation you would feel to keep the collar away but being powerless to even turn your head.

“Mummy’s very busy now, baby. She’s got to call her friends and then do some work, so you have to be gagged so you’re not a distraction. You can sit quietly and paint mummys toe nails for her so she looks good at the weekend. Do a good job and maybe I’ll let you hump my feet.”

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.

Lace my dinner with sleeping tablets then molest me as I start falling asleep and can’t fight you off. Tell me I want to comply. Tell me to be a good boy for you. Tell me I won’t remember.

Give me a daily routine to complete then take away or deny access to key components of it. Leave me weeping and broken because I’m unable to complete my servitude as I know I should. Then make me so happy and thankful when you come along and fix everything so that I can serve you again.

I want a cuddly, caring, controlling mummy to give me an oral fixation. Get me so deep that I’m instantly hard when you slip a finger in my mouth. Build me up to coming to you and asking, very nicely and politely, if I can please suck your strap on tonight.