Fantasy Idea: A Hot Dommy Mommy Keeps Me Locked Up And Denied And Teased For A Month Then Unlocks Me

Put me in skimpy panties and objectify me. Tell me how much you like seeing my cheeks jiggling, like they’re going to wreck the perilously stretched fabric of my pretty panties at any moment.

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.

Today a woman on the tube was wearing wedge sandals with long straps that get tied around the lower leg, and a really short gold-green dress. She had beautifully smooth creamy legs. I so wanted to ask her to let me gently and carefully take her heels off and let me massage and admire her feet. Then she could have taught me how to tie them back on, preferably with an emphasis on the correct etiquette (real or entirely made up just for me to adhere to) of tying the laces.

There’s a trend at the moment of girls posting videos of themselves walking into a room and an audio clip playing asking them “why aren’t you in uniform?” I think the audio clip is Squidward from Spongebob but I’m too old, that show passed me by. Anyway, the girl walks out of shot, usually backwards, and then returns seconds later wearing a bikini or a maid outfit or something equally revealing and provocative.

The more I see these videos the more I find myself thinking about coming home for the day to a girlfriend who initially treats me normally and like an equal before eventually taking on a more severe tone and asking me “Why are you not in uniform?” Which triggers me into subspace. I immediately get changed into a short, frilly French maid outfit and spend the evening vacantly doing whatever I’m told, my erection bobbing around ridiculously as I do so, before I’m brought out of subspace and don’t remember a thing.

Being hypnotised and repeating back each instruction in a dull monotone. Being completely powerless to fight off my mind being altered and changed, being made to WANT that.

Give me this.

“Are you going to thank mummy for making your peeny permanently soft and little and pink? Good boy. You’re very welcome. Now take two fingers and make some quick tug-tugs for mummy before she leaves for her date.”

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.

It’s my birthday next Friday and the present I want most is for my boss to ban me from masturbating for this coming week and then grant permission on the evening of my birthday, texting or voicenoting me to say what a good boy I’ve been for keeping all my naughty compulsions under control for her.

“I know you’re trying baby. That’s what makes it so sad. You try your hardest and you still fail. Time to stop trying now. Time to switch off and be mummy’s naughty fucktoy.”

“You want to go home? This IS your home, silly. Maybe you need auntie to explain it all to you again.”