Brainwash Me To Be A Premature Ejaculator Who Cries With Relief And Thanks You Every Time I Cum.

I’m a silly dumb horny boy and I want to hump at a sexy lady’s feet and be called her good boy.

Give me an indulgent mummydom who coos and baby talks me and gives me soft encouragement and finger fucks my mouth as I pathetically hump her leg.

Perfect story.

"Some people require more intense therapy than others, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Therapy is a very specialized process and certain people respond better to certain techniques, wouldn't you agree?"

"..ugh...fu..ghugh...fug..." is all your mouth can utter, as your lips are wrapped around her beautiful, enchanting toes. Your eyes spiral so deeply, so purely purple as your personality melts. The moment her black, glossy toenails slid through your lips your body stiffened, but when her other foot was drawn from her casual office heels and it's nylon covering was pressed against your cock your life was ruined forever.

"You're making such progress, one of the things holding you back has been your grip on gender. So lets start by making you into a very good girl. Now take a very deep breath through your nose and repeat after me: Mommy smells perfect, everything Mommy says is true..."

“Because it’s New Year’s Eve I’m going to give you a special treat: a full hour to kiss and massage and worship my feet. Yes, I thought that would make you happy. Let’s get you started now, then I’ll still have time to tie you to the bed, gag you, put a lovely brainwashing file on in your earphones, and then get myself ready for our party. Now now, you know you’re not allowed to come to an adult party, you’re just a baby. Be good or I’ll take your foot time away… and maybe forget to lock the bedroom door when you’re all tied up and helpless.”

I want to paint mummy’s toenails for her before she goes out on a date then kiss her feet goodbye and thank her for dating other guys.

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.

“‘Flaccid, of part of the body, soft and hanging loosely or limply, especially so as to look or feel unpleasant.’

That sounds pretty accurate to me. How about a second definition, just to be sure?

‘Flaccid, lacking vigour or effectiveness.’

That sounds right too, doesn’t it? I still love you. I don’t need you to have a big dick, or even a dick that can get an erection. But I do need you to accept you have a flaccid peeny and that you’re never going to put it in me. Because you physically can’t… and because I wouldn’t want it there even if you could.

If you can’t accept it maybe I should start thinking about chastity again.”

I want a mummy to cup my soft cock and balls in her hand and gently tell me she loves how small and unintimidating I am.

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.

My boss just pinched my butt! I feel so giddy and silly and excited! And dumb. And meek.