Brainwash Me Into Identifying As Tinkerbell From The Disney Peter Pan, Complete With Very Short Dress

“Baby, you told me that you never really liked sex. You said you only ever wanted it because you thought you should, as a man. But then mummy helped you realise you’re not a man, you’re just a baby boy. And baby boys don’t have sex do they? No. Can you remember what they do have? That’s right, humpies! What a clever boy! Why don’t you have humpies with the corner of the couch here. You’ll have a lovely view of mummy’s legs as she watches television.”

Give me a woman with feet she’s not taken care of. Hard skin, cracked nails, whatever. Let me work diligently every night to make her skin soft and smooth and kissable, get her nails beautifully painted. Let me just work on her feet as she reclines and watches TV and reads. Then let me worship those feet on nights when she’s not going out with her friends or hot guys.

Make me emotionally and financially dependent on you. Give me a very small, strictly controlled allowance. Make me desperate for your praise. Just manipulate and control me and make me absolutely adore you despite you treating me badly!

I just want a kind, pretty woman to mother me, dress me up in panties, and tell me how pretty and trapped my peenie looks. Is that really too much to ask?

Switch off my mind and give me a high heel to play with on the floor as you relax for the evening.

I really really really want a girlfriend to lock me up and cuck me, tease me with promises of being released that never materialise.

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.

This morning on the train to work a woman got on and sat down next to me. She was much shorter than me with jet black hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She was wearing a black suit, black tights and flats. I immediately wanted her to slip a chloroform soaked rag over my mouth, looking dispassionately into my eyes as I slip into unconsciousness. Then I’d wake up later tied up on the floor of her bedroom wearing nothing but a nappy and a (thick) mouth gag.

Then the brainwashing would begin. “You like it here.” “You’ve always lived here.” “You never want to leave here.” “Being here with mummy is all you’ll ever want.”

This morning I was looking at upskirt panties pics in bed (it was a really fun time). I’d forgotten this when I sat down on the tube to work. When I pulled out my phone and unlocked it it was still on a close up shot of a woman bending over. I’m not sure the woman next to me saw but I kind of hope she did. I spent several minutes daydreaming about her publicly shaming me for my filthy perversions.

Fantasy idea: there’s another lockdown (I don’t want this in reality but let’s work with it in this fantasy world). My boss asks me if I’d like to stay with her and her partner. She tells me she knows I just want to be a mindless pet and that’s how she’ll keep me. She puts me in a chastity cage, takes my phone and all my clothes away, puts a gag in my mouth, and shows me the new clothes she’ll be giving me to wear.

New clothes are frilly knickers and small, too-short T-shirts that ride up as I wear them, exposing my belly for that extra feeling of vulnerability. Maybe some mittens and ankle socks or booties too, just to make me feeling that bit more childish and subdued.

I then spend my days curled up at my boss’s feet, sometimes kissing and massaging them. Maybe occasionally I’m allowed to snuggle under a blanket with her. At meal times I eat from a bowl on the floor as my boss and her partner eat at a table or on the couch with me at their feet. At nighttime I curl up to sleep in a big pile of pillows and blankets, or maybe a big quilty basket. Occasionally, or maybe often, my gag is removed and I have normal chats about our shared interests with my boss, as if me kneeling before her dressed in such an embarrassing fashion and completely at her mercy is the most normal situation in the world.