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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.

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 met Shon Faye yesterday. She was wearing a really tight pale blue dress with an incredibly high slit, lots of cleavage, and some absolutely amazing high heels that showed off her feet and their perfectly applied red nail polish.

I fell in love immediately.

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.

“You see that man over there? He has a four inch cock! I bet you wish you were hung with a monster like that, don’t you baby?”

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.

A good boy masturbates while thinking about how wonderful feminism is. But a good boy never cums because being denied makes him stupider and easier to manipulate for the feminist cause.

A good boy is allowed an erection. Erections make good boys happy and pliant. Be a good boy so you are allowed erections.

“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.”

“It’s getting so hard to think, right baby? Why don’t you just hump mummy’s leg for a while. No cumming, just humping. And while you hump we can talk about how to clear out that sleepy, foggy mind of yours.”

Love the idea of being led around a lingerie store by a mummy domme, being given armfuls of stuff to carry and being referred to as “mummy’s special boy.”

This morning a woman wearing a long, flowing ankle-length white dress sat opposite me on the train. I could make out her big boobs through the dress. I couldn’t stop thinking about being put over her knee all the way to work. To the point where I thought about trying to talk to her. But I didn’t. I know my place.

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

Give me an indulgent mummydom who coos and baby talks me and gives me soft encouragement and finger fucks my mouth as I pathetically hump her leg.

The sun’s come out this week and there are lots of ladies with bare legs and slight displays of cleavage around. I feel so overstimulated and weak and horny and controlled and I love it. I just want to ask one of these nice ladies if I can sit on the ground massaging her feet and sneak peeks up her skirt at her bare legs.

Small, tight, frilly, lacey panties would make me feel so small and dumb and exposed.

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.

I absolutely love the idea of being made to wear some teeny tiny little panties for a woman’s amusement. The front forming a neat little pocket for my cock to nestle in. The back a triangle of fabric stretched across my butt, doing the absolute minimum to cover my modesty. Any movement I make causing me to feel exposed and vulnerable.

My boss just pinched my butt! I feel so giddy and silly and excited! And dumb. And meek.

I’m a silly dumb horny boy and I want to hump at a sexy lady’s feet and be called her good boy.

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

I really really really want a girlfriend to lock me up and cuck me, tease me with promises of being released that never materialise.

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’ve got a date tomorrow with an older woman who has big boobs. I hope she decides to keep me and make me her humpy pet.

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

Laugh at my dick. Call it cute and tell me it’s the smallest you’ve ever seen.

I want to be teased by a hot dom in a cocktail dress until I can’t take it anymore and have to grab her and bend her over and plunge my cock into her ass and make her MINE… until she says the trigger word and I realise I’m actually the one who’s being bent over and fucked and I cum realising how submissive I am and how inside my head my dom is.

I want to beg my boss to make me obsessed with her feet, desperate to be a slave to them, worshipping them. Maybe I could be told to look at pictures of her feet, delicately posed and so pretty with nail polish, every night and make sure not to touch myself. That would be respectful behaviour and give her lovely feet the attention and respect they deserve.

Fantasy idea: you’re relaxing in a warm, soapy bath when you get a voicenote from your crush. You reach a steaming hand out of the bath, suds dripping down to the floor below, grab your phone and press play.

“Knock knock,” says your crush.

And just like that you’re triggered. You find yourself stepping out of the bath and walking, pink, wet, and naked, to the front door. You open it to find your crush looking hot and in charge and so absolutely fuckable and you find yourself sinking to your knees as they step past you into your home, completely in control of your feeble little mind.

You’re cold and naked and vulnerable, totally unable to move without being told. And you’ve never been more turned on.

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.