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I met Shon Faye yesterday. She was wearing a really tight pale blue dress with an incredibly high slit, lots of cleavage, and some absolutely amazing high heels that showed off her feet and their perfectly applied red nail polish.

I fell in love immediately.

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.”

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

“Are you going to thank mummy for making your peeny permanently soft and little and pink? Good boy. You’re very welcome. Now take two fingers and make some quick tug-tugs for mummy before she leaves for her date.”

Brainwash me to be a premature ejaculator who cries with relief and thanks you every time I cum.

This morning a woman wearing a long, flowing ankle-length white dress sat opposite me on the train. I could make out her big boobs through the dress. I couldn’t stop thinking about being put over her knee all the way to work. To the point where I thought about trying to talk to her. But I didn’t. I know my place.

Tell me how happy and honoured I feel to be going down on you as I’m going down on you.

I’d like to be put into a trance by a hypnodomme who asks me if she can borrow a little bit of my mind. Of course I say yes because I want to be a helpful good boy, and she says she’ll give it straight back. Without that little bit of my mind I feel slower, thinking is a bit harder. But it’s okay because it’s just for a moment and I’m helping.

Only now the hypnodomme says what she needed to do is harder than she expected and she needs to borrow a bit more of my mind. I agree again because that’s what good boys do and I want to be a good boy. This time I don’t just feel slower, I feel stupid and exposed and it’s really very hard to think. When the hypnodomme says she needs more of my mind I just look up at her dazedly and hope she’ll understand that I need her to think for me.

She does understand. She takes more of my mind and now I’m just a vacant idiot who can’t think for himself. I just want to do as I’m told and mindlessly obey. But it’s okay because she’s just borrowing my mind for a little while. I’m helping.

And then another lady is here and the hypnodomme is telling me she needs to keep the portion of my mind that she’s borrowed for a little longer but she’ll definitely give it back. She tells me I don’t mind and so I don’t. The hypnodomme says I can stay with the other lady while my mind is being borrowed. I’ll have to be very good and do everything the other lady says, when she says, because she’s being very kind letting me stay with her for free. The hypnodomme was really pretty and had a very nice body and she was kind and calming. The other lady isn’t very nice looking at all, and she’s mean and angry. I nod and try to say I’ll obey but speaking is hard so I just nod and then I’m led away… just till I get my mind back.

Give me a woman who’ll make me wear nothing but crotchless lingerie as I’m doing household chores.

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.