“Grown Up Men Like Getting Their Dicks Sucked, Don’t They Baby? That’s Right, They Do. I Think

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.

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.

Train me. Brainwash me. Make me absolutely desperate to please you, terrified any time I think I’ve done something that will even slightly displease you.

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

Perfect story.

"Some people require more intense therapy than others, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Therapy is a very specialized process and certain people respond better to certain techniques, wouldn't you agree?"

"..ugh...fu..ghugh...fug..." is all your mouth can utter, as your lips are wrapped around her beautiful, enchanting toes. Your eyes spiral so deeply, so purely purple as your personality melts. The moment her black, glossy toenails slid through your lips your body stiffened, but when her other foot was drawn from her casual office heels and it's nylon covering was pressed against your cock your life was ruined forever.

"You're making such progress, one of the things holding you back has been your grip on gender. So lets start by making you into a very good girl. Now take a very deep breath through your nose and repeat after me: Mommy smells perfect, everything Mommy says is true..."

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.

Give me an ill-informed, right wing Karen-type keeping me isolated and telling me how to think. Making me pliant and thoughtless and believing everything I currently hate is actually right and proper. Poison my mind and my morals.

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

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.

“If you go over and ask those guys if they want to cum on mummy’s tits I’ll unlock you and let you play with yourself for me when we get home…”