I Wish I Had A Mummy Who Was Going Out On A Date Night Tonight And Leaving Me At Home Tied Up And Listening

It’s my birthday next Friday and the present I want most is for my boss to ban me from masturbating for this coming week and then grant permission on the evening of my birthday, texting or voicenoting me to say what a good boy I’ve been for keeping all my naughty compulsions under control for her.

I really really really want a girlfriend to lock me up and cuck me, tease me with promises of being released that never materialise.

I want to be taught to get silly and highly excited and touch myself whenever a particular woman with mummy attributes appears on TV. Someone like Liza Tarbuck or Kate Garraway or Ruth Langsford. I just love the idea of being unable to stop myself from losing control over a late middle-aged woman as a sexy mummy sits on the couch behind me laughing and gently encouraging me, deepening my fixation with the presenter.

Train me. Brainwash me. Make me absolutely desperate to please you, terrified any time I think I’ve done something that will even slightly displease you.

“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.

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

Please can someone slide into my DMs with some spirals and make me their happily devoted brainwashed toy?

I’d love to wake up in a locked crib in a pink nursery, completely swaddled in a nappy and mittens, feeling groggy and not knowing how I got there. Then a demurely dressed woman who I’ve never seen before walks in and I hear myself say “Hello mummy, thank you for catching me.”

Small, tight, frilly, lacey panties would make me feel so small and dumb and exposed.

“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?”