A Good Boy Masturbates While Thinking About How Wonderful Feminism Is. But A Good Boy Never Cums Because

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.

Give me a woman with feet she’s not taken care of. Hard skin, cracked nails, whatever. Let me work diligently every night to make her skin soft and smooth and kissable, get her nails beautifully painted. Let me just work on her feet as she reclines and watches TV and reads. Then let me worship those feet on nights when she’s not going out with her friends or hot guys.

Fantasy idea: I get brainwashed into stripping naked, getting onto all fours and mooing. A woman (the brainwasher probably) then sits on a stool next to me and takes hold of my dick, telling me it’s my udder and she’s going to milk me.

I really like being told how compliant I am. There’s such a big clinical and detached feeling about it. It’s also something society thinks of as a bad thing for people to be. Tell me I’m a good, compliant boy and I’m putty in your hands.

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.

Tell me I’m mummy’s big, strong boy as you make me cum after ten seconds of humping your leg.

My boss let me leave half an hour early today. On the way home I was fantasising about her telling me I’d be allowed to leave early in exchange for a good boy worship puddle dedicated to her when I got home, and now I kind of want to act on that…

Really wish I had a domme running my life and keeping me locked for Loctober right now.

Seduce me into writing out a list of my kinks then use it to break me and make obsessed with you. I want to be completely besotted with a mummy mistress, always thinking about her and how I can please her.

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.