The Sun’s Come Out This Week And There Are Lots Of Ladies With Bare Legs And Slight Displays Of Cleavage

“You want to go home? This IS your home, silly. Maybe you need auntie to explain it all to you again.”

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.

Sometimes I write these updates out on the train to work to be published later. I always hope that a woman is going to be sat next to me, reading what’s typed out of the corner of her eye. After a few minutes she’d lean over and whisper “Don’t worry, little boy. Mummy’s found you.”

Lace my dinner with sleeping tablets then molest me as I start falling asleep and can’t fight you off. Tell me I want to comply. Tell me to be a good boy for you. Tell me I won’t remember.

“Grown up men like getting their dicks sucked, don’t they baby? That’s right, they do. I think there’s something really sexy about seeing a pair of lips wrapped around a cock. Why don’t you come and kneel down in front of me and put your lips around my strap-on. No? You don’t want to? Don’t you want to look sexy for mummy? Yes, of course you do! You did just say that lips wrapped around a cock are sexy so put your mouth round my strap-on to show me how sexy you can be. Good boy!”

Give me a mummy who uses leaps of twisted logic to make me agree with whatever she says.

“You want to be let out of chastity? But baby, what about what mummy wants? Didn’t you tell me what mummy wants is the most important thing ever to you? Yes, you did. Now what mummy wants is for you to stay in chastity and not ask about releases again. Can you do that for me? Good boy.”

I kind of want to spend the day at work with an enormous gag in my mouth. I’d love to have my communication capabilities restricted and be constantly drooling. Especially if my boss was keeping me busy with tasks and finding lots of reasons to ask my opinion on things and softly teasing me for not being able to answer her.

“Oh honey, of course you can cum. You can cum whenever you want, you know that. But mummy would prefer you not to. Because mummy likes you needy and horny, you’re much more fun to play with that way. Mummy wants you to be happy, but you NOT cumming makes mummy happy. And you want to make me happy. Don’t you, sweetie?”

Please can a hot mummydom play with my mind until it’s broken and all I can think about is them?

I just had a moment making my hand sticky thinking about a woman I worked with years ago who I didn’t get on with.