Fantasy Idea: I Get Brainwashed Into Stripping Naked, Getting Onto All Fours And Mooing. A Woman (the

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

Browsing SFW Bailey Jay pics on the tube and hoping to get caught by the hot business lady sitting next to me.

I just want a woman with mummy vibes to tie my hands behind my back, cuff my ankles together and pull my head into her lap to give me head pats and tell me I’m a good boy. Eventually I fall asleep and when I wake up she’s wearing a strap-on and is roughly pulling my face onto it to give her a sloppy blow job that I can’t escape from.

Take my mind away from me and make me a good slutty boy who begs passionately and desperately to perform housework and suck mummy’s strap-on.

“It’s getting so hard to think, right baby? Why don’t you just hump mummy’s leg for a while. No cumming, just humping. And while you hump we can talk about how to clear out that sleepy, foggy mind of yours.”

“No baby, don’t try and think. You know that always leads to trouble. Let mummy think for you. Just sit and play at my feet and I’ll take care of everything.”

“Remember baby boy, don’t cum and stay dumb. Mummy likes you dumb.”

There’s a trend at the moment of girls posting videos of themselves walking into a room and an audio clip playing asking them “why aren’t you in uniform?” I think the audio clip is Squidward from Spongebob but I’m too old, that show passed me by. Anyway, the girl walks out of shot, usually backwards, and then returns seconds later wearing a bikini or a maid outfit or something equally revealing and provocative.

The more I see these videos the more I find myself thinking about coming home for the day to a girlfriend who initially treats me normally and like an equal before eventually taking on a more severe tone and asking me “Why are you not in uniform?” Which triggers me into subspace. I immediately get changed into a short, frilly French maid outfit and spend the evening vacantly doing whatever I’m told, my erection bobbing around ridiculously as I do so, before I’m brought out of subspace and don’t remember a thing.

Give me an ill-informed, right wing Karen-type keeping me isolated and telling me how to think. Making me pliant and thoughtless and believing everything I currently hate is actually right and proper. Poison my mind and my morals.

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.