I Really Want A Mummydom Who’ll Seduce Me Into Being A Willing Participant In My Own Enslavement. I

I want to be turned into a stupid, obedient premature ejaculator so much. Make me so far gone that I’m proud of how quickly I spurt for you. Have me come in and perform for your friends then thank you for the privilege. I want to be ruined and happy about it.

My boss just pinched my butt! I feel so giddy and silly and excited! And dumb. And meek.

The sun’s come out this week and there are lots of ladies with bare legs and slight displays of cleavage around. I feel so overstimulated and weak and horny and controlled and I love it. I just want to ask one of these nice ladies if I can sit on the ground massaging her feet and sneak peeks up her skirt at her bare legs.

So several months ago I went on a date. She was nice and she was demanding and she had big boobs and I could tell she’d have been softly nurturing and gently demanding in a relationship. She was even a nanny!

For reasons I won’t go into she wound up making comments I felt were a little too personal for someone I’d only met once and we haven’t spoken since. There was no big argument or anything, and she actually messaged me a week or so after but I (I think maybe foolishly) ignored her.

For the last couple of weeks I’ve been thinking about her more and more and I kind of want to send her a really simpy, subby message telling her about how I want to be her good, obedient boy (she already had a sense of my nature before we even met). There’s just something so hot about the idea of apologising even though I don’t think I was in the wrong and asking her to allow me to make it up to her with chastity time and foot worship and… and just letting her run my life, basically.

Just typing this out has made me really keen to message her. If anyones wants to give me their thoughts in an inbox it would be appreciated.

Kneel down, look at mummy’s shoes, and tell her you love her very much.

I want to be kept denied and naked and caged. And then when I’m unlocked I’m so proud of my little erection that I don’t realise I should be embarrassed at being kept naked and needy.

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 want a quiet, bookish, demurely dressed woman to hypnotise me. Make me try to stay awake, stay alert, stay focused.

Then I wake up and I’m on my knees and the most important thing in my world is showing her feet just how much I love and respect them by covering them with gentle kisses and whispers of adoration.

Then I wake up and I’m just a stupid, horny, lust-driven idiot, humping her leg as she laughs and smiles condescendingly at me. She talks but I’m too stupid to understand speech, all I know is animalistic grunts and panting and the frustration of desperately trying to climax, but not being allowed.

Then I wake up and I’m weak and helpless, staring up into her eyes as she cradles my head in her lap. Now I realise she’s my mummy and all I want is to suckle and feel safe and be baby-talked. I know that being a good boy for mummy is the absolute most important thing in the world.

And on and on and on.

I want to beg my boss to make me obsessed with her feet, desperate to be a slave to them, worshipping them. Maybe I could be told to look at pictures of her feet, delicately posed and so pretty with nail polish, every night and make sure not to touch myself. That would be respectful behaviour and give her lovely feet the attention and respect they deserve.

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.