I Want To Be Trained To Worship And Adore Feet. To The Point Where My Trainer/owner/any Hot Lady Can

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.

Just want a mummydom who tells me she’s going to find a use for my naughty mouth if I don’t stop talking.

Love the idea of being all weak and confused from brainwashing and drugs and knowing I want to fight mummy off but not being able to. Hearing “Hush now, mummy’s got something to keep you quiet” as I’m overpowered and forced down to my knees, where mummy’s cock is thrust into my mouth.

Give me a woman who’ll make me wear nothing but crotchless lingerie as I’m doing household chores.

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.

My boss let me leave half an hour early today. On the way home I was fantasising about her telling me I’d be allowed to leave early in exchange for a good boy worship puddle dedicated to her when I got home, and now I kind of want to act on that…

It’s a small thing but something that always triggers me on the Underground is Pretty Little Thing posters. Do an image search for PLT if you’re not familiar. All the models seem to be particularly hot. The clothing gives the impression of being raunchy and revealing but isn’t especially. It’s just tight and occasionally short or low cut. The models look like they’d be good at laughing at and humiliating little boys who are too easily aroused.

I want to beg my boss to make me obsessed with her feet, desperate to be a slave to them, worshipping them. Maybe I could be told to look at pictures of her feet, delicately posed and so pretty with nail polish, every night and make sure not to touch myself. That would be respectful behaviour and give her lovely feet the attention and respect they deserve.

“Don’t struggle, baby. Struggling will just make mummy’s strap-on hurt you more…”

“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…”