Fantasy Idea: Brainwash Me To Cum Whenever You Give Me A Five Second Countdown Then Gently Tease Me And

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.

Really like the idea of a woman telling me that being a prejac is a pro-feminist statement. Just twisting my mind around so that I think the greatest thing in the world is getting onto my knees and orgasming in thirty seconds to show that I’m a feminist.

Switch off my mind and give me a high heel to play with on the floor as you relax for the evening.

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."

I just want to be kept after work by my boss and used as her footstool. I don’t think this is too much to ask.

This morning I was looking at upskirt panties pics in bed (it was a really fun time). I’d forgotten this when I sat down on the tube to work. When I pulled out my phone and unlocked it it was still on a close up shot of a woman bending over. I’m not sure the woman next to me saw but I kind of hope she did. I spent several minutes daydreaming about her publicly shaming me for my filthy perversions.

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.

Today a woman on the tube was wearing wedge sandals with long straps that get tied around the lower leg, and a really short gold-green dress. She had beautifully smooth creamy legs. I so wanted to ask her to let me gently and carefully take her heels off and let me massage and admire her feet. Then she could have taught me how to tie them back on, preferably with an emphasis on the correct etiquette (real or entirely made up just for me to adhere to) of tying the laces.

I want a mummy to cup my soft cock and balls in her hand and gently tell me she loves how small and unintimidating I am.