Fantasy idea: wearing nothing but a T-shirt that reads “I’m actually really smart.” Then being made to say those words aloud with a mouth full of mummy’s strap on.
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.
The idea of being made to get a tramp stamp, and it being referred to as a tramp stamp, so that a mummy can make fun of me and call me a slut and tell me no woman will ever want me, is very very hot.
I kind of want to spend the day at work with an enormous gag in my mouth. I’d love to have my communication capabilities restricted and be constantly drooling. Especially if my boss was keeping me busy with tasks and finding lots of reasons to ask my opinion on things and softly teasing me for not being able to answer her.
There’s a trend at the moment of girls posting videos of themselves walking into a room and an audio clip playing asking them “why aren’t you in uniform?” I think the audio clip is Squidward from Spongebob but I’m too old, that show passed me by. Anyway, the girl walks out of shot, usually backwards, and then returns seconds later wearing a bikini or a maid outfit or something equally revealing and provocative.
The more I see these videos the more I find myself thinking about coming home for the day to a girlfriend who initially treats me normally and like an equal before eventually taking on a more severe tone and asking me “Why are you not in uniform?” Which triggers me into subspace. I immediately get changed into a short, frilly French maid outfit and spend the evening vacantly doing whatever I’m told, my erection bobbing around ridiculously as I do so, before I’m brought out of subspace and don’t remember a thing.
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.
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..."
Fantasy idea: a woman gets me really into licking honey or treacle off her fingers. Once she can see I’m getting really into it she starts mixing in elements of humiliation, making me get naked and kneel or come to her and ask to lick her fingers. Eventually she’d tell me that we’re going to be switching from the honey or treacle to my own cum. And by that point I’d be so into the whole thing that I’d just accept it and smile up at her as her fingers gently probe my mouth.
“You want to go home? This IS your home, silly. Maybe you need auntie to explain it all to you again.”
Browsing SFW Bailey Jay pics on the tube and hoping to get caught by the hot business lady sitting next to me.