Train Me. Brainwash Me. Make Me Absolutely Desperate To Please You, Terrified Any Time I Think I’ve

A good boy is allowed an erection. Erections make good boys happy and pliant. Be a good boy so you are allowed erections.

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

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.

N part III

N thinks about my desperate plea to stay with her as I provide a few more orgasms to her. Afterwards she says yes. I’m absolutely elated that she’s allowing me to stay. I hate myself for this. I can see the basic manipulation she’s employing: she knows she’ll say yes but holds off on saying so to make me worry she’ll say no, which makes me more thankful at the eventual yes. I can see it but I’m powerless to act or bring it up. All I can do is obey her.

N pulls on a dressing gown and leads me, still naked, from her bedroom into the flat’s lounge. I feel exposed, helpless, vulnerable, and something about that feels very exciting to me. She settles me onto the couch and gently ties my hands together, then my ankles. I sit passively and allow this, screaming at myself to move or fight back, this is the perfect chance. But I just sit and allow N to bind me, a stupid idiot smile on my face because the traitorous part of my mind wants to make N happy and knows she wants me to smile. N said I look good when I smile.

N busies herself around the room and I find myself watching her. Her gown rides up and I see a hint of white, flabby buttock. It comes a little loose at the front and I see her breasts hanging free, catch a hint of nipple before she pulls it closed, seemingly unaware of what I’ve seen and the raging erection I detest myself for having. I don’t even know why I have it. N is not physically attractive to me. It must be the admitted eroticism of the situation, having my mind affected, or perhaps some sort of training she’s snuck into me.

Then N is standing over me and I’m looking up into her eyes. She tells me she’s going to make me better by making sure I’m permanently passive and pliable and submissive. I won’t be rude or argumentative any more. I won’t want to scowl or argue. I’ll just want to let N take care of everything for me. I’ll understand that N knows best and I’ll want to defer to her and let her make my decisions for me. I’ll be weak and mindless and obedient, and I’ll thank N for making me that way.

I sum up all my mental strength, absolutely desperate to stop this and get out. I force my mouth open, trying to push out the word no. But my jaw just hangs slack. I try to shake my head. I manage to move it a fraction of an inch to the right but as I move it back the other way it comes to rest where it started as I stare up at N. She’s smiling a broad smile. I’m convinced she knows. She knows I’m trying to get away and she’s enjoying watching the struggle. She knows I’m losing to her.

As I continue my futile pushback N brings her hand up to my jaw and gently pushes it closed. Some part of me knows that was my final chance and I blew it. I stare at N’s breasts, hanging out of her gown as she leans forward and pushes earphones into my ears. Her hand returns to my chin, gently lifting my head upward so that I’m looking into her eyes. She blows me a kiss and I feel myself return an eager smile. I begin to think about how disappointed I am in myself, how angry I am with the situation, but soothing music and tinkly sounds and N’s voice start up in my ears and I realise within moments that it’s so much better to listen to them than be angry.

N leaves. I’m alone and naked and listening to a recording. But I realise I’m happy. I’m happy that N will make me better and take care of me and break down the boy I used to be to make me someone better. I’m so lucky to have found someone as caring and giving as N. And she’s cute too. How had I not realised that before? She’s cute and intelligent and successful and I’m the opposite of these things. My role should be to make N’s life better in any way I can. I should support N by submitting my life to hers. That’s the sensible thing to do.

And gradually I zone out. Maybe I fall asleep, I don’t know. Time passes but I don’t know how much. It doesn’t matter. What matters is listening and learning. Occasionally I become lucid for a moment or two to find N standing over me watching me listen, or switching around the earphones, or casually molesting my little peeny. And I’m so happy to see her and be touched by her and have her attention before I drift away back into my lovely trance.

I come back around. It’s like slowly waking up from the most peaceful, relaxing, refreshing sleep ever. I can’t wait to see N and show her how good and obedient I can be. How well I can passively follow instructions and allow her to think for me. The part of me that hates N is still here but it’s subdued so it has to watch on as I obey and worship and unconditionally love N. It’s part of how I’ll become a better boy, having that little kernel of hatred locked away inside me being worn down by my love and adoration of N. Eventually it will see that it should have been loving and worshipping and listening to N all along.

As I continue to wake up I realise I’m lying down on the couch and I’m wearing what feels like a onesie. And a nappy. It’s a strange sensation. I’ve never worn one as an adult and it feels bulky and restrictive but also comfortable and right. I realise I’m very thirsty. My mouth is dry, like I haven’t drunk anything for a day or two.

Then the door clicks open and I see N sweep into the room and she is a beautiful vision of loveliness. I had never appreciated how sexy and cute and pretty and fuckable she looked before. I feel my peeny harden in my nappy and try to greet N but there’s something strapped into my mouth stopping me. So I just smile up at her around it. And she smiles back! I know it’s a smile of condescension and triumph, but it’s still a smile from a strong, beautiful woman who is so much more than I could ever hope to be.

And then N is sitting down with my head in her lap and she’s removing whatever’s in my mouth and I’m staring up at her hoping I’ll get to speak. But N slips a bottle into my mouth and it’s the yummy, delicious liquid I like so much. I settle back and feel warm and safe and protected as I suck my bottle and N talks to me. I can’t remember what she’s saying but I know it’s true and very important and it will stay with me even though I can’t exactly remember it. I finish the bottle then drink another. And another. N has to force the third one into my mouth and hold it there and I realise I like N overpowering me and making me do things so I smile blissfully around the bottle in my mouth.

I begin to wet myself as I near the end of the sixth bottle. N coos at me and tells me how good I am when she realises. She says maybe she’ll keep me in nappies forever. And then she’s spoon feeding me a mushy paste that tastes similar to the yummy liquid and I eat it all up like a good boy and N tells me I’ve been very well behaved and taken to my training so well. She tells me I’m more submissive than she expected and that will make it easier. I don’t know what “it” is but I’m so happy I’ve made N pleased.

Then N is standing up and telling me it’s bedtime. I try to stand and walk but my body can’t seem to remember how. N settles me onto on fours and tells me if I can’t walk like a big boy maybe I should just crawl like the baby I am. And then I’m crawling after her, looking up her dress at her wobbly thighs and big pants and I’m in heaven. I realise I’m drooling at the sight and then N is turning around because she’s stopped walking and I worry that I’ll be in trouble for looking up her dress at her lovely bottom but I can’t help it and I’m still drooling… but N simply laughs at me and motions me into a large cot. N fastens a large dummy into my mouth and I feel more drool running down my already slick chin.

N tells me it’s bedtime and I have to be good and go to sleep like a good boy. I nod sleepily, trying to let her know I’ll do everything I can to be a good boy. Then she’s turning the light off and a recording starts up. This time it’s not in my ears it’s on some speakers. I’m so happy I get to listen to N’s voice and teachings as I drift off. N leans over the cot and tells me I belong to her now and there’s no escape. I’ve never felt happier, even with a tiny part of my mind screaming at me to rebel.

N walks out. A lock clicks shut behind her and I drift off to sleep as I stare at the early evening light filtering in through the curtains and listen to N’s beautiful voice.

“Baby, you told me that you never really liked sex. You said you only ever wanted it because you thought you should, as a man. But then mummy helped you realise you’re not a man, you’re just a baby boy. And baby boys don’t have sex do they? No. Can you remember what they do have? That’s right, humpies! What a clever boy! Why don’t you have humpies with the corner of the couch here. You’ll have a lovely view of mummy’s legs as she watches television.”

I just want to be kept after work by my boss and used as her footstool. I don’t think this is too much to ask.

“If you go over and ask those guys if they want to cum on mummy’s tits I’ll unlock you and let you play with yourself for me when we get home…”

I’d like to be put into a trance by a hypnodomme who asks me if she can borrow a little bit of my mind. Of course I say yes because I want to be a helpful good boy, and she says she’ll give it straight back. Without that little bit of my mind I feel slower, thinking is a bit harder. But it’s okay because it’s just for a moment and I’m helping.

Only now the hypnodomme says what she needed to do is harder than she expected and she needs to borrow a bit more of my mind. I agree again because that’s what good boys do and I want to be a good boy. This time I don’t just feel slower, I feel stupid and exposed and it’s really very hard to think. When the hypnodomme says she needs more of my mind I just look up at her dazedly and hope she’ll understand that I need her to think for me.

She does understand. She takes more of my mind and now I’m just a vacant idiot who can’t think for himself. I just want to do as I’m told and mindlessly obey. But it’s okay because she’s just borrowing my mind for a little while. I’m helping.

And then another lady is here and the hypnodomme is telling me she needs to keep the portion of my mind that she’s borrowed for a little longer but she’ll definitely give it back. She tells me I don’t mind and so I don’t. The hypnodomme says I can stay with the other lady while my mind is being borrowed. I’ll have to be very good and do everything the other lady says, when she says, because she’s being very kind letting me stay with her for free. The hypnodomme was really pretty and had a very nice body and she was kind and calming. The other lady isn’t very nice looking at all, and she’s mean and angry. I nod and try to say I’ll obey but speaking is hard so I just nod and then I’m led away… just till I get my mind back.

Brainwash me into identifying as Tinkerbell from the Disney Peter Pan, complete with very short dress and inability to speak but without the sassy attitude. Make me loyal to you and compliant and desperate to serve you with magic… and maybe convince me giving blowjobs to strap-ons is “magic.”

Please can a hot mummydom play with my mind until it’s broken and all I can think about is them?