I Just Want A Woman Who’ll Tell Me I’m Cute And That My Penis Is Small And Dress Me Up In Frilly

I want to press my face into my boss’s round bubble butt as she calls me her babbly little good boy and informs me I’ll be taking a pay cut and working longer hours from now on, but that the good news is that means I’ll qualify for being kept as her chaste work slave who gets monthly orgasms on her feet... so long as I hit work targets of course.

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

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.

Tattoo me. Brand me. Mark me as YOURS. Preferably with a slutty tramp stamp that draws attention to my mummy issues.

Give me an indulgent mummydom who coos and baby talks me and gives me soft encouragement and finger fucks my mouth as I pathetically hump her leg.

I’ve not mentioned it before but the whole CFNM thing is massively appealing. The man is exposed and humiliated, the situation encouraging meekness. The woman is in complete control, able to humiliate and tease with such incredible ease.

I’d really like to experience it. Be told to strip and kneel down on the floor in front of a woman who’s seated. Given some instructions for cleaning her home, maybe handed some cleaning supplies. But nothing about her tone is gloating or draws attention to the fact I’m naked. Why would she draw attention to it? It’s the most natural thing in the world for a servant to be naked, right?

Then I’d get up and clean and maybe after a while there would be a few comments designed to lightly tease, gently humiliate. Perhaps she’d take pity on me and provide me with a uniform to stop things flopping about. Of course it would be an impractical uniform, just a pair of French knickers or a short maid outfit or something. But I’d still be thankful, and I’d still want to do such a good job of cleaning so that I impress the nice lady and I get to do this again. It’s only right that I clean up, she’s so much cleverer than me and has very important, complicated work to be doing while I’m tidying.

“Mummy’s very busy now, baby. She’s got to call her friends and then do some work, so you have to be gagged so you’re not a distraction. You can sit quietly and paint mummys toe nails for her so she looks good at the weekend. Do a good job and maybe I’ll let you hump my feet.”

Just wanna be pegged by my kind, nurturing softdomme boss. Is that too much to ask?

“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.”

I want to be turned into a stupid, obedient premature ejaculator so much. Make me so far gone that I’m proud of how quickly I spurt for you. Have me come in and perform for your friends then thank you for the privilege. I want to be ruined and happy about it.