Really Wish I Had A Domme Running My Life And Keeping Me Locked For Loctober Right Now.

I want to be locked up by a really affectionate woman. Kiss me. Snuggle with me. Grope me. Make me whine and groan and be so totally needy and desperate. Just give me all the physical affection. Being with someone really physical and unable to get hard is such a great combo.

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.

I want to be on my knees sleepily tugging on mummy’s skirt. “Think for me please, mummy…”

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.

“Don’t be silly, baby. Mummy loves your soft little penis. It’s very cute and so useful for controlling how you think. It’s just not good for sex, that’s all. You’re still mummy’s best boy.”

I want a mummy who’ll get me drooling and staring at her boobies, my hungry little mouth open and ready to suckle. As I lay down and my head is pulled into her lap I babble with excitement only for mummy to pull out a bottle and tell me I’m not ready for her boobies yet ❤️

I like the idea of this emoji 🌀 being used to put me into sub-space. Because it’s so clearly a hypno spiral, right? Some people, somehow, do not see this. I want to see it and feel weak and pliant and desperate to be given commands to obey. I want to feel my lips wet with drool as I’m sinking to my knees and mummy’s voice whispering instructions into my ear.

Please feel free to inbox me this emoji with instructions. It’d be hot.

I really want a mummydom who’ll seduce me into being a willing participant in my own enslavement. I want to be completely besotted and tell mummy the best way to sink her hooks further into me, how best to mess up my mind and completely manipulate me.

“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.”

Brainwash me to be a premature ejaculator who cries with relief and thanks you every time I cum.