“Please May I Have A Cummie This Evening, Mummy, Please?”

Next Saturday I’m doing a day at work with just me and my boss. I’ve developed a bit of a crush on her lately. She’s really nice and friendly and has a nice plump bum. She can be taken as a soft domme in a lot of ways. I’ve been idly fantasising about how hot it would be to tell her about a bunch of my fantasies and for her to respond by telling me that I’ve been such a good boy telling her and that my reward can be pressing my face into her bare backside and humping between her legs. Having her then tell me that I’m a naughty boy for making such a mess and that she’ll be locking me in chastity would be the icing on the cake. I’d love to be locked up by a soft domme boss, especially her.

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.

Small, tight, frilly, lacey panties would make me feel so small and dumb and exposed.

Please can a hot mummy hypnotise me and get me to kneel in front of her to stare at her feet and tell me I’m mummy’s happy little boy and staring at feet is all I want?

Fantasy idea: there’s another lockdown (I don’t want this in reality but let’s work with it in this fantasy world). My boss asks me if I’d like to stay with her and her partner. She tells me she knows I just want to be a mindless pet and that’s how she’ll keep me. She puts me in a chastity cage, takes my phone and all my clothes away, puts a gag in my mouth, and shows me the new clothes she’ll be giving me to wear.

New clothes are frilly knickers and small, too-short T-shirts that ride up as I wear them, exposing my belly for that extra feeling of vulnerability. Maybe some mittens and ankle socks or booties too, just to make me feeling that bit more childish and subdued.

I then spend my days curled up at my boss’s feet, sometimes kissing and massaging them. Maybe occasionally I’m allowed to snuggle under a blanket with her. At meal times I eat from a bowl on the floor as my boss and her partner eat at a table or on the couch with me at their feet. At nighttime I curl up to sleep in a big pile of pillows and blankets, or maybe a big quilty basket. Occasionally, or maybe often, my gag is removed and I have normal chats about our shared interests with my boss, as if me kneeling before her dressed in such an embarrassing fashion and completely at her mercy is the most normal situation in the world.

Fantasy idea: dress me up in a onesie or a little sailor suit. Cuff my wrists together and my ankles together and then cuff those sets of cuffs together. Put a gag in my mouth. Leave me to awkwardly crawl around on the floor all weekend. Tell me I have to do my best to always be in your view and then, of course, find lots of reasons to keep moving around the house. When you do settle somewhere make it somewhere awkward for me to sit. Go for long stretches of barely acknowledging me and then occasionally overload me with praise and maybe some touching.

Watch me become yours.

I want a mummy to cup my soft cock and balls in her hand and gently tell me she loves how small and unintimidating I am.

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

This morning on the train to work a woman got on and sat down next to me. She was much shorter than me with jet black hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She was wearing a black suit, black tights and flats. I immediately wanted her to slip a chloroform soaked rag over my mouth, looking dispassionately into my eyes as I slip into unconsciousness. Then I’d wake up later tied up on the floor of her bedroom wearing nothing but a nappy and a (thick) mouth gag.

Then the brainwashing would begin. “You like it here.” “You’ve always lived here.” “You never want to leave here.” “Being here with mummy is all you’ll ever want.”

I want to be held close to a mummydom, arms and legs bound. I look up into her eyes with love and lust, desperate to please and obey. She looks down at me with passive disinterest. I start to speak, maybe to ask for some form of sexual relief, but mummy doesn’t want to hear it so she pushes a large dummy into my mouth, gives me a cold smile and pulls a blanket over my head. I cuddle into her and fall asleep in the dark, thankful for how sexually frustrated mummy keeps me.