I’ve Not Mentioned It Before But The Whole CFNM Thing Is Massively Appealing. The Man Is Exposed And

“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.”

Really wish I had a domme running my life and keeping me locked for Loctober right now.

Can a full-figured older lady with nice feet and a caring, nurturing personality abduct me and brainwash me over a course of months to be her helpless, obedient baby slave, please?

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

I want to be kept in chastity and gaslit. Give me a release date to look forward to then when it arrives deny having told me, tell me I must have dreamt it or that I’m being naughty and making up stories. Break my mind.

The idea of being made to get a tramp stamp, and it being referred to as a tramp stamp, so that a mummy can make fun of me and call me a slut and tell me no woman will ever want me, is very very hot.

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

Love the idea of being all weak and confused from brainwashing and drugs and knowing I want to fight mummy off but not being able to. Hearing “Hush now, mummy’s got something to keep you quiet” as I’m overpowered and forced down to my knees, where mummy’s cock is thrust into my mouth.

Really thinking about this a lot again today. I feel horny and subby and want to get in touch with her and apologise for being a naughty boy and ask her to forgive and punish me.

So several months ago I went on a date. She was nice and she was demanding and she had big boobs and I could tell she’d have been softly nurturing and gently demanding in a relationship. She was even a nanny!

For reasons I won’t go into she wound up making comments I felt were a little too personal for someone I’d only met once and we haven’t spoken since. There was no big argument or anything, and she actually messaged me a week or so after but I (I think maybe foolishly) ignored her.

For the last couple of weeks I’ve been thinking about her more and more and I kind of want to send her a really simpy, subby message telling her about how I want to be her good, obedient boy (she already had a sense of my nature before we even met). There’s just something so hot about the idea of apologising even though I don’t think I was in the wrong and asking her to allow me to make it up to her with chastity time and foot worship and… and just letting her run my life, basically.

Just typing this out has made me really keen to message her. If anyones wants to give me their thoughts in an inbox it would be appreciated.

Recently I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about lying on my back naked looking up lovingly at my boss standing over me as she finger fucks my mouth with one hand and teases my butthole with the other. She’d tell me how well behaved and slutty I am as I moan around her probing fingers and thank her for guiding me and making me her good boy.