Give Me A Woman With Feet She’s Not Taken Care Of. Hard Skin, Cracked Nails, Whatever. Let Me Work

I want a cuddly, caring, controlling mummy to give me an oral fixation. Get me so deep that I’m instantly hard when you slip a finger in my mouth. Build me up to coming to you and asking, very nicely and politely, if I can please suck your strap on tonight.

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

Really wish I had a domme running my life and keeping me locked for Loctober right now.

Brainwash me into identifying as Tinkerbell from the Disney Peter Pan, complete with very short dress and inability to speak but without the sassy attitude. Make me loyal to you and compliant and desperate to serve you with magic… and maybe convince me giving blowjobs to strap-ons is “magic.”

Next Saturday I’m doing a day at work with just me and my boss. I’ve developed a bit of a crush on her lately. She’s really nice and friendly and has a nice plump bum. She can be taken as a soft domme in a lot of ways. I’ve been idly fantasising about how hot it would be to tell her about a bunch of my fantasies and for her to respond by telling me that I’ve been such a good boy telling her and that my reward can be pressing my face into her bare backside and humping between her legs. Having her then tell me that I’m a naughty boy for making such a mess and that she’ll be locking me in chastity would be the icing on the cake. I’d love to be locked up by a soft domme boss, especially her.

This is one of the greatest Tumblr posts I’ve ever read. I absolutely love it.

"That should be the very last injection of your medication. You've been such a strong patient through the last few months, getting your doses on time. I'm so proud of you."

"I know I said it's supposed to be treating your anxiety, but actually it's been making it worse. See, as your insecurities grew, it was easier for me to manipulate them. You only feel happy around me now, which is why you've been taking me to dinner, and on shopping trips, and why you're paying for my car."

*looks down at where you are, on your knees, the syringe still hanging from your arm. She lifts up her leg and places one perfect goblin foot against your lips, pressing her toes into your mouth until you begin to obediently suck on them*

"Now, you're going to sign your power of attorney, but first you're going to clean each of my pretty feet. It will make you happy. It will make you whole again. It will make you my slave."

Just wanna be pegged by my kind, nurturing softdomme boss. Is that too much to ask?

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.

Recently I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about lying on my back naked looking up lovingly at my boss standing over me as she finger fucks my mouth with one hand and teases my butthole with the other. She’d tell me how well behaved and slutty I am as I moan around her probing fingers and thank her for guiding me and making me her good boy.

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.