Knowmewell - Know Me Well

Brainwash me into identifying as Tinkerbell from the Disney Peter Pan, complete with very short dress and inability to speak but without the sassy attitude. Make me loyal to you and compliant and desperate to serve you with magic… and maybe convince me giving blowjobs to strap-ons is “magic.”

Just want a mummydom who tells me she’s going to find a use for my naughty mouth if I don’t stop talking.

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.”

Browsing SFW Bailey Jay pics on the tube and hoping to get caught by the hot business lady sitting next to me.

The idea of being turned into a premature ejaculator is so hot. Like, being tricked into it by being told it’s like a compliment because I find the woman training me so incredibly attractive that I can’t last, can’t stop myself. But then when I start going quickly she tells me that sometimes she just needs to be fucked long and hard, it’s probably best if she starts going out to meet guys once or twice a week. And it’s only fair I pay for those nights out because it’s my fault she needs to go on them.

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.

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.

Fantasy idea: wearing nothing but a T-shirt that reads “I’m actually really smart.” Then being made to say those words aloud with a mouth full of mummy’s strap on.

Love the idea of being led around a lingerie store by a mummy domme, being given armfuls of stuff to carry and being referred to as “mummy’s special boy.”

Just saw a picture of a woman in hot pants and it triggered me into ordering some French knickers for myself.