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“I know you’re trying baby. That’s what makes it so sad. You try your hardest and you still fail. Time to stop trying now. Time to switch off and be mummy’s naughty fucktoy.”
Tattoo me. Brand me. Mark me as YOURS. Preferably with a slutty tramp stamp that draws attention to my mummy issues.
Love the idea of being all weak and confused from brainwashing and drugs and knowing I want to fight mummy off but not being able to. Hearing “Hush now, mummy’s got something to keep you quiet” as I’m overpowered and forced down to my knees, where mummy’s cock is thrust into my mouth.
‘Baby, I can see you’re still worried about all this so let me explain again. Of course I don’t mind, that’s what mummies are for. And I know you find thinking around me so hard.
So, I know a man sucking a cock would usually be thought of as “gay.” I know you know there’s nothing wrong with being gay, shush now. Mummy knows. Mummy knows you identify as a straight boy. And mummy knows that you’re worried sucking a cock interferes with that.
But sweetie… it’s MUMMY’S cock. There can’t be anything gay about having sex with a mummy, can there? You see? And even if there was, you love mummy so much that it just wouldn’t matter, isn’t that right? Of course it is! Now why don’t you kneel down and show me what an obedient, well-behaved, mummy-loving cocksucker you can be?’
So several months ago I went on a date. She was nice and she was demanding and she had big boobs and I could tell she’d have been softly nurturing and gently demanding in a relationship. She was even a nanny!
For reasons I won’t go into she wound up making comments I felt were a little too personal for someone I’d only met once and we haven’t spoken since. There was no big argument or anything, and she actually messaged me a week or so after but I (I think maybe foolishly) ignored her.
For the last couple of weeks I’ve been thinking about her more and more and I kind of want to send her a really simpy, subby message telling her about how I want to be her good, obedient boy (she already had a sense of my nature before we even met). There’s just something so hot about the idea of apologising even though I don’t think I was in the wrong and asking her to allow me to make it up to her with chastity time and foot worship and… and just letting her run my life, basically.
Just typing this out has made me really keen to message her. If anyones wants to give me their thoughts in an inbox it would be appreciated.
Kneel down, look at mummy’s shoes, and tell her you love her very much.
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.
“Mummy’s very busy now, baby. She’s got to call her friends and then do some work, so you have to be gagged so you’re not a distraction. You can sit quietly and paint mummys toe nails for her so she looks good at the weekend. Do a good job and maybe I’ll let you hump my feet.”
“Because it’s New Year’s Eve I’m going to give you a special treat: a full hour to kiss and massage and worship my feet. Yes, I thought that would make you happy. Let’s get you started now, then I’ll still have time to tie you to the bed, gag you, put a lovely brainwashing file on in your earphones, and then get myself ready for our party. Now now, you know you’re not allowed to come to an adult party, you’re just a baby. Be good or I’ll take your foot time away… and maybe forget to lock the bedroom door when you’re all tied up and helpless.”
“If you go over and ask those guys if they want to cum on mummy’s tits I’ll unlock you and let you play with yourself for me when we get home…”
“Don’t be silly, baby! Mummy loves your limp, flaccid little baby dick so, so much. I wouldn’t let you make your weak dribble once a week if I didn’t like it, would I? Mummy just needs a big, powerful cock in her every so often to make her feel like a woman. You make mummy feel like a woman in other ways. Ways that don’t involve that cute baby dick of yours.”
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.
“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.”
Seduce me into writing out a list of my kinks then use it to break me and make obsessed with you. I want to be completely besotted with a mummy mistress, always thinking about her and how I can please her.
I don’t want to be a grown-up making decisions. I want to sit at mummy’s feet staring up at her adoringly as she makes all my decisions for me.
I want to be on my knees sleepily tugging on mummy’s skirt. “Think for me please, mummy…”
I’d love to wake up in a locked crib in a pink nursery, completely swaddled in a nappy and mittens, feeling groggy and not knowing how I got there. Then a demurely dressed woman who I’ve never seen before walks in and I hear myself say “Hello mummy, thank you for catching me.”
I want mummy to sweet talk me onto her lap, facing her with my legs splayed easing myself down onto her strap-on. Tell me I’m such a good boy for being so willing to bounce on mummy’s cock.
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.
I really like being sexually denied. Like, a mummydom getting me all hard and needy and leading me into asking to make squirties and then being told of course I can, but mummy would prefer me not to… that’s where it’s at.
“Mummy would prefer you not to. Mummy likes you needy, with your little peeny all hard and making you stupid for me.”
“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.”
What I want right this moment is a dommy mummy with big fake boobs, a spray tan, hoop earrings, loads of pink lip gloss and a love of spiky stiletto heels and short, tight, low cut leopard print dresses. Someone like this calmly brainwashing me to understand that being a chastity maid for her would be absolutely perfect.
I want to be put in a nappy and dressed in very childish clothing, then taken by the hand and led down the street by a mummydom. When she finds a nice-looking woman (or, even better, a group of women) she asks me if I think they’re attractive. When I say yes I’m asked for specifics. “She’s got a nice bottom, mummy” etc. Then mummy tells me, kindly but firmly, to go over and tell the nice lady that I think she’s got a nice bottom.
“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.”
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?
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?
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.