I Want To Be Kept Denied And Naked And Caged. And Then When I’m Unlocked I’m So Proud Of My Little

Next Saturday I’m doing a day at work with just me and my boss. I’ve developed a bit of a crush on her lately. She’s really nice and friendly and has a nice plump bum. She can be taken as a soft domme in a lot of ways. I’ve been idly fantasising about how hot it would be to tell her about a bunch of my fantasies and for her to respond by telling me that I’ve been such a good boy telling her and that my reward can be pressing my face into her bare backside and humping between her legs. Having her then tell me that I’m a naughty boy for making such a mess and that she’ll be locking me in chastity would be the icing on the cake. I’d love to be locked up by a soft domme boss, especially her.

I want to be held close to a mummydom, arms and legs bound. I look up into her eyes with love and lust, desperate to please and obey. She looks down at me with passive disinterest. I start to speak, maybe to ask for some form of sexual relief, but mummy doesn’t want to hear it so she pushes a large dummy into my mouth, gives me a cold smile and pulls a blanket over my head. I cuddle into her and fall asleep in the dark, thankful for how sexually frustrated mummy keeps me.

Tattoo me. Brand me. Mark me as YOURS. Preferably with a slutty tramp stamp that draws attention to my mummy issues.

“Remember baby boy, don’t cum and stay dumb. Mummy likes you dumb.”

“You know you love being mummy’s hypnotised good boy. You know you can’t resist. Give in to mummy, baby. It’ll feel so good…”

“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.”

Just to be clear, I really liked the idea of being taken under by a hot hypnodomme that I completely trust and being convinced that what I want more than anything in life is to serve an ordinary-looking woman that the hypnodomme has sold me to. Of course it wouldn’t be presented as “selling” to me, it would be the chance to live my dream by serving this ordinary woman I inexplicably adore.

Hold my hand in a leading manner and tell me to watch your bum sway as we walk. I’m not clever enough to lead, I’m mummy’s little follower and watching that swaying is my reward.

My favourite thing that I’ve ever posted on here was my story about N. I’ve tried writing a fourth part so many times but every time I do I end up getting carried away, humping and spurting ten losing interest until the next time.

I want to write it though. Because it’s a fun story to think about, but absolutely definitely really truly not something I’d want to happen IRL at all under any circumstances.

I just want to be kept after work by my boss and used as her footstool. I don’t think this is too much to ask.