I Just Had A Moment Making My Hand Sticky Thinking About A Woman I Worked With Years Ago Who I Didn’t

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"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..."

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.

Today my boss came in with her nails painted the colour of dark red wine. I wanted to strip naked, kneel in front of her and suckle on her fingers like a good boy.

“Are you going to thank mummy for making your peeny permanently soft and little and pink? Good boy. You’re very welcome. Now take two fingers and make some quick tug-tugs for mummy before she leaves for her date.”

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.

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

I want mummy to sweet talk me onto her lap, facing her with my legs splayed easing myself down onto her strap-on. Tell me I’m such a good boy for being so willing to bounce on mummy’s cock.

Yesterday I acted on this and text the person in question. I apologised for my behaviour and then immediately felt dumb and subby. She replied pretty quickly and we had a nice chat by text.

Now I’m lying at home all hot and horny and thinking about going to her flat and being gently, tenderly told to strip on arrival. My grown up clothes would be locked away out of my reach and my phone would be kept by her, ready to be looked through at her leisure during my stay. I’d be completely trapped and powerless and totally at her mercy and I’d love it.

So several months ago I went on a date. She was nice and she was demanding and she had big boobs and I could tell she’d have been softly nurturing and gently demanding in a relationship. She was even a nanny!

For reasons I won’t go into she wound up making comments I felt were a little too personal for someone I’d only met once and we haven’t spoken since. There was no big argument or anything, and she actually messaged me a week or so after but I (I think maybe foolishly) ignored her.

For the last couple of weeks I’ve been thinking about her more and more and I kind of want to send her a really simpy, subby message telling her about how I want to be her good, obedient boy (she already had a sense of my nature before we even met). There’s just something so hot about the idea of apologising even though I don’t think I was in the wrong and asking her to allow me to make it up to her with chastity time and foot worship and… and just letting her run my life, basically.

Just typing this out has made me really keen to message her. If anyones wants to give me their thoughts in an inbox it would be appreciated.

I want to paint mummy’s toenails for her before she goes out on a date then kiss her feet goodbye and thank her for dating other guys.

“I know you want to be all big and buff and in shape for mummy but that’s not what I want for you, baby. I want you to have a round tummy and stretch marks and lots of insecurities. That’s what makes you so fun to care for. I know you think you’d enjoy looking strong and getting to fuck me, but trust me, a boy like you appreciates cuddles and head pats and a caring tone and maybe the occasional hand job a lot more than a good fuck.”