Yesterday On The Way Home An Indian Woman Got Onto The Train In Tiny, Tight White Hot Pants. She Had

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."

Yesterday evening on the tube there were a mother and toddler sitting opposite me. The mother was wearing a thin-strapped, low cut vest top and no bra. She had massive boobs. The toddler was pulled into the mother and made to suck a bottle for several minutes. I was incredibly jealous.

“Don’t struggle, baby. Struggling will just make mummy’s strap-on hurt you more…”

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.”

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.

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.

“No baby, don’t try and think. You know that always leads to trouble. Let mummy think for you. Just sit and play at my feet and I’ll take care of everything.”

I like the idea of this emoji 🌀 being used to put me into sub-space. Because it’s so clearly a hypno spiral, right? Some people, somehow, do not see this. I want to see it and feel weak and pliant and desperate to be given commands to obey. I want to feel my lips wet with drool as I’m sinking to my knees and mummy’s voice whispering instructions into my ear.

Please feel free to inbox me this emoji with instructions. It’d be hot.

“But baby, if you go out with your friends who will give mummy a foot rub tonight? Exactly, no one will, and we can’t have that can we? Mummy thinks it’s best if you stay in with her. In fact maybe I should call your friends and have a talk with them about being bad influences on you. Or maybe we should just stop you having friends altogether. What do you think? Yes exactly, you think whatever mummy says. What a good boy!”

Give me a woman who’ll make me wear nothing but crotchless lingerie as I’m doing household chores.