I Met Shon Faye Yesterday. She Was Wearing A Really Tight Pale Blue Dress With An Incredibly High Slit,

Coerce me into a high-on-the-hips, French cut romper suit. Tell me it will make me look cute and sexy, because I want to look cute and sexy for mummy don’t I? Tell me it will make me a good boy, because I want to be a good boy for mummy don’t I? Once I’m in it strap a dummy into my mouth and some mittens onto my hands and just keep me like that for as long as possible, unbuttoning the little flap every so often to stroke me. But no cummies. Good boys don’t make messes. Good boys stay clean and nicely chaste for their mummies.

Switch off my mind and give me a high heel to play with on the floor as you relax for the evening.

Make me emotionally and financially dependent on you. Give me a very small, strictly controlled allowance. Make me desperate for your praise. Just manipulate and control me and make me absolutely adore you despite you treating me badly!

I want to be turned into a stupid, obedient premature ejaculator so much. Make me so far gone that I’m proud of how quickly I spurt for you. Have me come in and perform for your friends then thank you for the privilege. I want to be ruined and happy about it.

“That’s it baby, look at the spiral. The spiral reminds you of things doesn’t it? Like how lovely it is to be naked and kneeling for mummy. Why don’t you take your clothes off for me? Good boy…”

I really really really want a girlfriend to lock me up and cuck me, tease me with promises of being released that never materialise.

Yesterday evening on the tube there were a mother and toddler sitting opposite me. The mother was wearing a thin-strapped, low cut vest top and no bra. She had massive boobs. The toddler was pulled into the mother and made to suck a bottle for several minutes. I was incredibly jealous.

Train me. Brainwash me. Make me absolutely desperate to please you, terrified any time I think I’ve done something that will even slightly displease you.

“Grown up men like getting their dicks sucked, don’t they baby? That’s right, they do. I think there’s something really sexy about seeing a pair of lips wrapped around a cock. Why don’t you come and kneel down in front of me and put your lips around my strap-on. No? You don’t want to? Don’t you want to look sexy for mummy? Yes, of course you do! You did just say that lips wrapped around a cock are sexy so put your mouth round my strap-on to show me how sexy you can be. Good boy!”

Give me a mummy who uses leaps of twisted logic to make me agree with whatever she says.

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.