“I know you think you want to suck mummy’s boobies and put your little penis in mummys vagina but what you actually want is to ask mummy to put on her strap-on and throat fuck you. Be a good boy and ask mummy now.”
Just to be clear, I really liked the idea of being taken under by a hot hypnodomme that I completely trust and being convinced that what I want more than anything in life is to serve an ordinary-looking woman that the hypnodomme has sold me to. Of course it wouldn’t be presented as “selling” to me, it would be the chance to live my dream by serving this ordinary woman I inexplicably adore.
I want to hump mummy’s leg and beg to cum. Make me desperate and needy and stupid. Tell me I can cum whenever I like but a good boy wouldn’t. Then get me so excited that I can’t stop myself and I make a naughty mess on your legs. Tell me how bad I’ve been and that maybe I’ll be locked in chastity as I lick up my mess.
“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.”
I met Shon Faye yesterday. She was wearing a really tight pale blue dress with an incredibly high slit, lots of cleavage, and some absolutely amazing high heels that showed off her feet and their perfectly applied red nail polish.
I fell in love immediately.
Laugh at my dick. Call it cute and tell me it’s the smallest you’ve ever seen.
Fantasy idea: a super religious Christian woman kidnaps me and brainwashes me into thinking she’s God’s representative on Earth, leaving me to worship, adore and obey her, completely and without question.
“‘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’d really like a mummydom to teach me how to go down on her strap-on with lots of soft encouragement and telling me how proud she is of me, followed by a pegging where I’m told what a good, slutty boy I’m being. Of course I’d say thank you for the kind treatment afterwards.
Switch off my mind and give me a high heel to play with on the floor as you relax for the evening.
Make me emotionally and financially dependent on you. Give me a very small, strictly controlled allowance. Make me desperate for your praise. Just manipulate and control me and make me absolutely adore you despite you treating me badly!