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“If you want to have sex with me all you have to do is say so. I know you’re wearing a ballgag but that wouldn’t stand in your way if you wanted it that badly…”

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.

Use my mummy issues to manipulate me and make me do whatever you want.

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.

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.

Take my mind away from me and make me a good slutty boy who begs passionately and desperately to perform housework and suck mummy’s strap-on.

I really want a mummydom who’ll seduce me into being a willing participant in my own enslavement. I want to be completely besotted and tell mummy the best way to sink her hooks further into me, how best to mess up my mind and completely manipulate me.

“Oh honey, of course you can cum. You can cum whenever you want, you know that. But mummy would prefer you not to. Because mummy likes you needy and horny, you’re much more fun to play with that way. Mummy wants you to be happy, but you NOT cumming makes mummy happy. And you want to make me happy. Don’t you, sweetie?”

“You want to go home? This IS your home, silly. Maybe you need auntie to explain it all to you again.”

Yesterday evening on the tube there were a mother and toddler sitting opposite me. The mother was wearing a thin-strapped, low cut vest top and no bra. She had massive boobs. The toddler was pulled into the mother and made to suck a bottle for several minutes. I was incredibly jealous.