I’ve Got A Date Tomorrow With An Older Woman Who Has Big Boobs. I Hope She Decides To Keep Me And Make

Fantasy idea: a performance appraisal at work. My boss tells me she’s very pleased with my work and that I’m a valued team member and she really enjoys working with me… but she’s noticing lapses in focus due to me looking at my phone too often. She suggests keeping me in chastity and authorising and-or overseeing any releases I have for “the foreseeable future.”

I want a mummy who’ll get me drooling and staring at her boobies, my hungry little mouth open and ready to suckle. As I lay down and my head is pulled into her lap I babble with excitement only for mummy to pull out a bottle and tell me I’m not ready for her boobies yet ❤️

“Mummy’s boobies just turn your mind to mush, don’t they baby? That’s okay. Mummy will think for you.”

“You know you love being mummy’s hypnotised good boy. You know you can’t resist. Give in to mummy, baby. It’ll feel so good…”

“Please may I have a cummie this evening, mummy, please?”

“Oh baby, I was about to tell you you could have a cummie tonight but now you’ve asked I can’t. You know the rules. No asking for cummies ever. You’re going to have to wait at least another month now. But don’t worry, I’ll be here to help you cope.”

What I want right this moment is a dommy mummy with big fake boobs, a spray tan, hoop earrings, loads of pink lip gloss and a love of spiky stiletto heels and short, tight, low cut leopard print dresses. Someone like this calmly brainwashing me to understand that being a chastity maid for her would be absolutely perfect.

I’d really like a mummydom to teach me how to go down on her strap-on with lots of soft encouragement and telling me how proud she is of me, followed by a pegging where I’m told what a good, slutty boy I’m being. Of course I’d say thank you for the kind treatment afterwards.

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.

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

“I can see you need some relief, baby. Why don’t you strip naked and get down on all fours for me. You can look at the pretty spiral you like so much while I remind you how fun it is to be empty-headed for me. If you ask very nicely I’ll tell you about the hard fucking I got last weekend.”