I want to press my face into my boss’s round bubble butt as she calls me her babbly little good boy and informs me I’ll be taking a pay cut and working longer hours from now on, but that the good news is that means I’ll qualify for being kept as her chaste work slave who gets monthly orgasms on her feet... so long as I hit work targets of course.
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?
Give me a woman who’ll make me wear nothing but crotchless lingerie as I’m doing household chores.
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.
Give me a brainwashing audio to listen to and some lacey pink knickers to wear and have me kiss and worship and love your feet as you call up my crush and tell her about all my kinks.
“Mummy’s boobies just turn your mind to mush, don’t they baby? That’s okay. Mummy will think for you.”
Perfect story.
"Some people require more intense therapy than others, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Therapy is a very specialized process and certain people respond better to certain techniques, wouldn't you agree?"
"..ugh...fu..ghugh...fug..." is all your mouth can utter, as your lips are wrapped around her beautiful, enchanting toes. Your eyes spiral so deeply, so purely purple as your personality melts. The moment her black, glossy toenails slid through your lips your body stiffened, but when her other foot was drawn from her casual office heels and it's nylon covering was pressed against your cock your life was ruined forever.
"You're making such progress, one of the things holding you back has been your grip on gender. So lets start by making you into a very good girl. Now take a very deep breath through your nose and repeat after me: Mommy smells perfect, everything Mommy says is true..."
Yesterday on the way home an Indian woman got onto the train in tiny, tight white hot pants. She had beautiful brown skin and wonderfully thick thighs. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing over at her every few seconds. I think I just wanted to be caught and confronted and embarrassed. I was so desperate to kneel down in front of her and worship.