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Earlier today I remembered snitching on a co-worker at my first job. My boss was a woman in her late 40’s or early 50’s called Irene. She usually wore heels and red lipstick and she had big boobs. Looking back she probably contributed to a number of fantasies I have now, and I know from certain things she’d say sometimes that she could sense my submissive nature. Extra impressive as it wasn’t even something I was aware of about myself at the time.
Anyway, I remember a guy about my age telling me he was planning to call in sick on an upcoming Saturday because it was his birthday and he wanted to go out. I laughed along, probably asked him where he’d go. Then as soon as he’d gone I told Irene what he was planning. It was such a weaselly narc thing to do… but I’d absolutely do it again now. And I realise looking back it was because I was desperate for Irene’s approval and for her to tell me I’d done well.
The guy ended up working the Saturday and asked me why I’d told Irene. I completely denied it. Irene was pleased with me so that’s all that matters.
“Don’t struggle, baby. Struggling will just make mummy’s strap-on hurt you more…”
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.
Collar me, attach a leash, and slip the handle around your ankle so I have to crawl around after you and can only see your feet. Nothing more arousing for a leashed, chaste puppy slave.
Fantasy idea: brainwash me to cum whenever you give me a five second countdown then gently tease me and tell me you need a real man every time you activate it.
“Hard cock and empty head, that’s how mummy likes her good boy.”
I want to paint mummy’s toenails for her before she goes out on a date then kiss her feet goodbye and thank her for dating other guys.
I just want to stare vacantly at a pretty pink spiral as mummy slides a strap into my ass and tells me what a good boy I’m being.
“Please may I have a cummie this evening, mummy, please?”
“Oh baby, I was about to tell you you could have a cummie tonight but now you’ve asked I can’t. You know the rules. No asking for cummies ever. You’re going to have to wait at least another month now. But don’t worry, I’ll be here to help you cope.”
I don’t want to be a person. I want to be a drone. Or a baby. Or a puppy…
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.
Today my boss came in with her nails painted the colour of dark red wine. I wanted to strip naked, kneel in front of her and suckle on her fingers like a good boy.
Can a full-figured older lady with nice feet and a caring, nurturing personality abduct me and brainwash me over a course of months to be her helpless, obedient baby slave, please?
I just want to be kept after work by my boss and used as her footstool. I don’t think this is too much to ask.
“Watch the spiral for another ten minutes then mummy will have some documents for you to sign, baby.”
I just want a woman with mummy vibes to tie my hands behind my back, cuff my ankles together and pull my head into her lap to give me head pats and tell me I’m a good boy. Eventually I fall asleep and when I wake up she’s wearing a strap-on and is roughly pulling my face onto it to give her a sloppy blow job that I can’t escape from.
“No baby, don’t try and think. You know that always leads to trouble. Let mummy think for you. Just sit and play at my feet and I’ll take care of everything.”
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 know you want to be all big and buff and in shape for mummy but that’s not what I want for you, baby. I want you to have a round tummy and stretch marks and lots of insecurities. That’s what makes you so fun to care for. I know you think you’d enjoy looking strong and getting to fuck me, but trust me, a boy like you appreciates cuddles and head pats and a caring tone and maybe the occasional hand job a lot more than a good fuck.”
“‘Flaccid, of part of the body, soft and hanging loosely or limply, especially so as to look or feel unpleasant.’
That sounds pretty accurate to me. How about a second definition, just to be sure?
‘Flaccid, lacking vigour or effectiveness.’
That sounds right too, doesn’t it? I still love you. I don’t need you to have a big dick, or even a dick that can get an erection. But I do need you to accept you have a flaccid peeny and that you’re never going to put it in me. Because you physically can’t… and because I wouldn’t want it there even if you could.
If you can’t accept it maybe I should start thinking about chastity again.”
Want to see pics of me wearing French cut panties? DM me and we can talk.
Fantasy idea: a woman gets me really into licking honey or treacle off her fingers. Once she can see I’m getting really into it she starts mixing in elements of humiliation, making me get naked and kneel or come to her and ask to lick her fingers. Eventually she’d tell me that we’re going to be switching from the honey or treacle to my own cum. And by that point I’d be so into the whole thing that I’d just accept it and smile up at her as her fingers gently probe my mouth.
“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.”
“If you go over and ask those guys if they want to cum on mummy’s tits I’ll unlock you and let you play with yourself for me when we get home…”
Really want a mummydomme to shush me over and over as she guides a strap-on into my mouth. She’d ask me if I like it and smile down at me as I nod gently.
Browsing SFW Bailey Jay pics on the tube and hoping to get caught by the hot business lady sitting next to me.
“You know you love being mummy’s hypnotised good boy. You know you can’t resist. Give in to mummy, baby. It’ll feel so good…”
“Don’t be silly, baby! Mummy loves your limp, flaccid little baby dick so, so much. I wouldn’t let you make your weak dribble once a week if I didn’t like it, would I? Mummy just needs a big, powerful cock in her every so often to make her feel like a woman. You make mummy feel like a woman in other ways. Ways that don’t involve that cute baby dick of yours.”
Just to be clear, I really liked the idea of being taken under by a hot hypnodomme that I completely trust and being convinced that what I want more than anything in life is to serve an ordinary-looking woman that the hypnodomme has sold me to. Of course it wouldn’t be presented as “selling” to me, it would be the chance to live my dream by serving this ordinary woman I inexplicably adore.