I like the idea of this emoji 🌀 being used to put me into sub-space. Because it’s so clearly a hypno spiral, right? Some people, somehow, do not see this. I want to see it and feel weak and pliant and desperate to be given commands to obey. I want to feel my lips wet with drool as I’m sinking to my knees and mummy’s voice whispering instructions into my ear.
Please feel free to inbox me this emoji with instructions. It’d be hot.
“You want to be let out of chastity? But baby, what about what mummy wants? Didn’t you tell me what mummy wants is the most important thing ever to you? Yes, you did. Now what mummy wants is for you to stay in chastity and not ask about releases again. Can you do that for me? Good boy.”
“Mummy’s very busy now, baby. She’s got to call her friends and then do some work, so you have to be gagged so you’re not a distraction. You can sit quietly and paint mummys toe nails for her so she looks good at the weekend. Do a good job and maybe I’ll let you hump my feet.”
Fantasy idea: a super religious Christian woman kidnaps me and brainwashes me into thinking she’s God’s representative on Earth, leaving me to worship, adore and obey her, completely and without question.
“I know you’re upset that I’m going on a date tonight. I understand but sometimes mummy just needs grown up conversation and a really big cock. Why don’t you kneel down here as I’m getting ready? I’ll finish you off just before I leave.”
“I know you’re trying baby. That’s what makes it so sad. You try your hardest and you still fail. Time to stop trying now. Time to switch off and be mummy’s naughty fucktoy.”
Tell me I’m pretty as your dildo slides into my mouth and you smile indulgently down and me.
“Baby you know your peeny is too small for sex. Take your frillies off, get on all fours and you can have two minutes of humpies with mummy’s hand. But you won’t need that long will you?”
Put me into a deep trance, dress me in a short skirt and a tight top, then take me for a walk. Sit with me on a bench and put your hand up my skirt to fondle me. Tell me what a good boy I’m being for mummy.
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.
Yesterday on the way home an Indian woman got onto the train in tiny, tight white hot pants. She had beautiful brown skin and wonderfully thick thighs. I couldn’t stop myself from glancing over at her every few seconds. I think I just wanted to be caught and confronted and embarrassed. I was so desperate to kneel down in front of her and worship.