Put Me Into A Deep Trance, Dress Me In A Short Skirt And A Tight Top, Then Take Me For A Walk. Sit With

“‘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 to feel weak and mindless, and let sexy, pretty ladies decide how to use me to entertain themselves.

“Time for your monthly peeny check, baby. Let’s get you measured. Okay, you’re down to two inches now, but that’s still so big and intimidating. Ladies will be scared of it. Don’t worry, mummy will help you shrink it more so it’s a size ladies will like. Okay, let’s get you on all-fours for a milking then locked back up in a smaller cage. Isn’t mummy kind to you? Don’t forget to say thank you.”

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.

Tattoo me. Brand me. Mark me as YOURS. Preferably with a slutty tramp stamp that draws attention to my mummy issues.

I just want to stare vacantly at a pretty pink spiral as mummy slides a strap into my ass and tells me what a good boy I’m being.

Today my boss came in with her nails painted the colour of dark red wine. I wanted to strip naked, kneel in front of her and suckle on her fingers like a good boy.

“It’s bath time, baby. Mummy’s going to make you all nice and clean, won’t that be nice? And do you know what else mummy’s going to clean? Your mind! Mummy is going to scrub your mind nice and clean so you stay happy and subdued as mummy’s special boy. If you’re good mummy will even help you make a sticky in the bath…”

“Mummy’s busy working, baby. She has to work to earn money to give you treats and toys. We can play later but for now why doesn’t mummy slip off her heels and let you under her desk. Humping mummy’s bare feet will keep you quiet for a while, won’t it? Are you going to say thank you to mummy? Good boy!”

What I want right this moment is a dommy mummy with big fake boobs, a spray tan, hoop earrings, loads of pink lip gloss and a love of spiky stiletto heels and short, tight, low cut leopard print dresses. Someone like this calmly brainwashing me to understand that being a chastity maid for her would be absolutely perfect.