Collar Me, Attach A Leash, And Slip The Handle Around Your Ankle So I Have To Crawl Around After You

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

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.

This is one of the greatest Tumblr posts I’ve ever read. I absolutely love it.

"That should be the very last injection of your medication. You've been such a strong patient through the last few months, getting your doses on time. I'm so proud of you."

"I know I said it's supposed to be treating your anxiety, but actually it's been making it worse. See, as your insecurities grew, it was easier for me to manipulate them. You only feel happy around me now, which is why you've been taking me to dinner, and on shopping trips, and why you're paying for my car."

*looks down at where you are, on your knees, the syringe still hanging from your arm. She lifts up her leg and places one perfect goblin foot against your lips, pressing her toes into your mouth until you begin to obediently suck on them*

"Now, you're going to sign your power of attorney, but first you're going to clean each of my pretty feet. It will make you happy. It will make you whole again. It will make you my slave."

Brainwash me into identifying as Tinkerbell from the Disney Peter Pan, complete with very short dress and inability to speak but without the sassy attitude. Make me loyal to you and compliant and desperate to serve you with magic… and maybe convince me giving blowjobs to strap-ons is “magic.”

“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.”

I want to be kept in chastity and gaslit. Give me a release date to look forward to then when it arrives deny having told me, tell me I must have dreamt it or that I’m being naughty and making up stories. Break my mind.

It’s a small thing but something that always triggers me on the Underground is Pretty Little Thing posters. Do an image search for PLT if you’re not familiar. All the models seem to be particularly hot. The clothing gives the impression of being raunchy and revealing but isn’t especially. It’s just tight and occasionally short or low cut. The models look like they’d be good at laughing at and humiliating little boys who are too easily aroused.

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

“Don’t be silly, baby. Mummy loves your soft little penis. It’s very cute and so useful for controlling how you think. It’s just not good for sex, that’s all. You’re still mummy’s best boy.”

Strip me naked, pull my head into your lap, and give me a slow, lazy handjob as you tell me what a good boy I am for you. Maybe take off your top so I can see your bra, but I don’t get to see anything more than that. Tell me that letting myself be trained and manipulated makes me so good and the longer I go between orgasms the more pleased you’ll be with me.