I Want To Be Taught To Get Silly And Highly Excited And Touch Myself Whenever A Particular Woman With

Really like the idea of a woman telling me that being a prejac is a pro-feminist statement. Just twisting my mind around so that I think the greatest thing in the world is getting onto my knees and orgasming in thirty seconds to show that I’m a feminist.

I love Bailey Jay and want to suck her cock as mummy whispers instructions into my ear.

I want to hump mummy’s leg and beg to cum. Make me desperate and needy and stupid. Tell me I can cum whenever I like but a good boy wouldn’t. Then get me so excited that I can’t stop myself and I make a naughty mess on your legs. Tell me how bad I’ve been and that maybe I’ll be locked in chastity as I lick up my mess.

“‘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.”

Imagine having a loving, caring, nurturing girlfriend who tells you she’s booked you a spa weekend as a treat but it’s actually a reconditioning facility to regress you into her helpless baby.

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.

Put me in skimpy panties and objectify me. Tell me how much you like seeing my cheeks jiggling, like they’re going to wreck the perilously stretched fabric of my pretty panties at any moment.

The idea of being made to get a tramp stamp, and it being referred to as a tramp stamp, so that a mummy can make fun of me and call me a slut and tell me no woman will ever want me, is very very hot.

A good boy masturbates while thinking about how wonderful feminism is. But a good boy never cums because being denied makes him stupider and easier to manipulate for the feminist cause.

I’d really like a mummydom to teach me how to go down on her strap-on with lots of soft encouragement and telling me how proud she is of me, followed by a pegging where I’m told what a good, slutty boy I’m being. Of course I’d say thank you for the kind treatment afterwards.