I Really Really Really Want A Girlfriend To Lock Me Up And Cuck Me, Tease Me With Promises Of Being Released

My favourite thing that I’ve ever posted on here was my story about N. I’ve tried writing a fourth part so many times but every time I do I end up getting carried away, humping and spurting ten losing interest until the next time.

I want to write it though. Because it’s a fun story to think about, but absolutely definitely really truly not something I’d want to happen IRL at all under any circumstances.

The weather is so nice and hot and there’s so much warm jiggling flesh around in lovely short and low cut clothing. I want a domme to tell me to walk behind her as she walks, to show deference and to watch her walking and become completely entranced. But I can be a silly boy so I’d probably need a collar and lead so I don’t fall too far behind.

I want mummy to sweet talk me onto her lap, facing her with my legs splayed easing myself down onto her strap-on. Tell me I’m such a good boy for being so willing to bounce on mummy’s cock.

“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.”

“I know you’re upset that I’m going on a date tonight. I understand but sometimes mummy just needs grown up conversation and a really big cock. Why don’t you kneel down here as I’m getting ready? I’ll finish you off just before I leave.”

“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.”

Sometimes when I get stressed and anxious I think what I really need is a mummy who’ll put her strap-on in my mouth and fuck away my thoughts.

I want a cuddly, caring, controlling mummy to give me an oral fixation. Get me so deep that I’m instantly hard when you slip a finger in my mouth. Build me up to coming to you and asking, very nicely and politely, if I can please suck your strap on tonight.

I just want a kind, pretty woman to mother me, dress me up in panties, and tell me how pretty and trapped my peenie looks. Is that really too much to ask?

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.