Coerce Me Into A High-on-the-hips, French Cut Romper Suit. Tell Me It Will Make Me Look Cute And Sexy,

Laugh at my dick. Call it cute and tell me it’s the smallest you’ve ever seen.

Fantasy idea: brainwash me to cum whenever you give me a five second countdown then gently tease me and tell me you need a real man every time you activate it.

“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.”

“Remember baby, little-dicked boys don’t need a brain. Let’s keep you locked up and shrinking for just one more week…”

“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.”

Please can someone slide into my DMs with some spirals and make me their happily devoted brainwashed toy?

“‘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.”

“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.”

Tell me how happy and honoured I feel to be going down on you as I’m going down on you.

This is one of the greatest Tumblr posts I’ve ever read. I absolutely love it.

"That should be the very last injection of your medication. You've been such a strong patient through the last few months, getting your doses on time. I'm so proud of you."

"I know I said it's supposed to be treating your anxiety, but actually it's been making it worse. See, as your insecurities grew, it was easier for me to manipulate them. You only feel happy around me now, which is why you've been taking me to dinner, and on shopping trips, and why you're paying for my car."

*looks down at where you are, on your knees, the syringe still hanging from your arm. She lifts up her leg and places one perfect goblin foot against your lips, pressing her toes into your mouth until you begin to obediently suck on them*

"Now, you're going to sign your power of attorney, but first you're going to clean each of my pretty feet. It will make you happy. It will make you whole again. It will make you my slave."