Do You Want To Me To Be Your Girlfriend? Reblog For A Surprise In DMs

I just want a motherly woman who fills out a low cut cardigan to ruin me for other women just because it amuses her.

“I know you think you want to suck mummy’s boobies and put your little penis in mummys vagina but what you actually want is to ask mummy to put on her strap-on and throat fuck you. Be a good boy and ask mummy now.”

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.

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

I’d like to be put into a trance by a hypnodomme who asks me if she can borrow a little bit of my mind. Of course I say yes because I want to be a helpful good boy, and she says she’ll give it straight back. Without that little bit of my mind I feel slower, thinking is a bit harder. But it’s okay because it’s just for a moment and I’m helping.

Only now the hypnodomme says what she needed to do is harder than she expected and she needs to borrow a bit more of my mind. I agree again because that’s what good boys do and I want to be a good boy. This time I don’t just feel slower, I feel stupid and exposed and it’s really very hard to think. When the hypnodomme says she needs more of my mind I just look up at her dazedly and hope she’ll understand that I need her to think for me.

She does understand. She takes more of my mind and now I’m just a vacant idiot who can’t think for himself. I just want to do as I’m told and mindlessly obey. But it’s okay because she’s just borrowing my mind for a little while. I’m helping.

And then another lady is here and the hypnodomme is telling me she needs to keep the portion of my mind that she’s borrowed for a little longer but she’ll definitely give it back. She tells me I don’t mind and so I don’t. The hypnodomme says I can stay with the other lady while my mind is being borrowed. I’ll have to be very good and do everything the other lady says, when she says, because she’s being very kind letting me stay with her for free. The hypnodomme was really pretty and had a very nice body and she was kind and calming. The other lady isn’t very nice looking at all, and she’s mean and angry. I nod and try to say I’ll obey but speaking is hard so I just nod and then I’m led away… just till I get my mind back.

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.

Fantasy idea: brainwash me to cum whenever you give me a five second countdown then gently tease me and tell me you need a real man every time you activate it.

I’d really like a mummydom to teach me how to go down on her strap-on with lots of soft encouragement and telling me how proud she is of me, followed by a pegging where I’m told what a good, slutty boy I’m being. Of course I’d say thank you for the kind treatment afterwards.

Please can a hot mummy hypnotise me and get me to kneel in front of her to stare at her feet and tell me I’m mummy’s happy little boy and staring at feet is all I want?

“You want to be let out of chastity? But baby, what about what mummy wants? Didn’t you tell me what mummy wants is the most important thing ever to you? Yes, you did. Now what mummy wants is for you to stay in chastity and not ask about releases again. Can you do that for me? Good boy.”