I’d Really Like A Mummydom To Teach Me How To Go Down On Her Strap-on With Lots Of Soft Encouragement

“I know you’re upset that I’m going on a date tonight. I understand but sometimes mummy just needs grown up conversation and a really big cock. Why don’t you kneel down here as I’m getting ready? I’ll finish you off just before I leave.”

Please can a hot mummydom play with my mind until it’s broken and all I can think about is them?

Being hypnotised so that when your owner fastens your collar around your neck you become completely blank and mindless and unable to resist a single command or suggestion. Then being hypnotised to resist collaring… but also unable to move.

Imagine the desperation you would feel to keep the collar away but being powerless to even turn your head.

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.

The weather is so nice and hot and there’s so much warm jiggling flesh around in lovely short and low cut clothing. I want a domme to tell me to walk behind her as she walks, to show deference and to watch her walking and become completely entranced. But I can be a silly boy so I’d probably need a collar and lead so I don’t fall too far behind.

Stockholm Syndrome actually sounds like it could be kind of hot.

I want to be kept denied and naked and caged. And then when I’m unlocked I’m so proud of my little erection that I don’t realise I should be embarrassed at being kept naked and needy.

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?

Put me in skimpy panties and objectify me. Tell me how much you like seeing my cheeks jiggling, like they’re going to wreck the perilously stretched fabric of my pretty panties at any moment.

Today I saw a woman wearing a T-shirt as a dress. It came to just beneath her butt and she was stood in front of me on the tube, facing away from me. She had such nice, smooth legs, I couldn’t look away. I just wanted to kneel down on the floor and peek up at her butt. I wanted to show her how much of a dumb simp I could be, mindlessly staring at her sexy legs. I wanted to be easy to tease and control.