Sometimes, By Which I Mean Quite Often, I Browse Tumblr At Work And My Manager Walks By. I Have A Bit

Gently remind me to put on my dildo gag when I get home, then sit me at your feet watching cartoons with a spiral overlay as you read peacefully.

Really wish I had a domme running my life and keeping me locked for Loctober right now.

Sometimes when I get stressed and anxious I think what I really need is a mummy who’ll put her strap-on in my mouth and fuck away my thoughts.

Anyone reading this want to be the mummy I go to to ask if I can please have a cummie?

“Because it’s New Year’s Eve I’m going to give you a special treat: a full hour to kiss and massage and worship my feet. Yes, I thought that would make you happy. Let’s get you started now, then I’ll still have time to tie you to the bed, gag you, put a lovely brainwashing file on in your earphones, and then get myself ready for our party. Now now, you know you’re not allowed to come to an adult party, you’re just a baby. Be good or I’ll take your foot time away… and maybe forget to lock the bedroom door when you’re all tied up and helpless.”

I wish I had a mummy who was going out on a date night tonight and leaving me at home tied up and listening to brainwashing tracks so I love and respect and need her more.

“But baby, if you go out with your friends who will give mummy a foot rub tonight? Exactly, no one will, and we can’t have that can we? Mummy thinks it’s best if you stay in with her. In fact maybe I should call your friends and have a talk with them about being bad influences on you. Or maybe we should just stop you having friends altogether. What do you think? Yes exactly, you think whatever mummy says. What a good boy!”

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.

“I know you want to be all big and buff and in shape for mummy but that’s not what I want for you, baby. I want you to have a round tummy and stretch marks and lots of insecurities. That’s what makes you so fun to care for. I know you think you’d enjoy looking strong and getting to fuck me, but trust me, a boy like you appreciates cuddles and head pats and a caring tone and maybe the occasional hand job a lot more than a good fuck.”