the tma princess would like to pout and stomp her feet and be bratty just like the other princesses she sometimes ends up dining with but she cant even raise her voice anymore
It's a Mommy's duty to teach her sweet princess how to kiss. I wouldn't want you to feel embarrassed when you try it out with your future partner. But it'll feel way better with Mommy, you know. I'll teach you how to kiss with tongue while touching yourself and I'll even touch your sensitive nipples so you feel extra good. Kissing leads to sex, and it's a Mommy's duty to teach you how to have sex, y'know?~ I'll touch your sensitive areas and you can touch Mommy's. Feel how wet Mommy's cunt is and how good everything feels?~ You can even put your fingers inside me, but once I bring out my strap, I'll be sure to teach you how to take it like a good princess. We can do this all the time until you have enough experience, sweetie!~
still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.
i've found that there's a severe lack of regression hypnosis so i figured i'd write my own.
warnings: im gonna make u little and molest u and talk about how i'd let u use my mouth while ur dropped leading up to an implied orgasm in my mouth so. enter at ur own risk
optional wakener, continuing to use regressive language after the wakener
other info: conversational, no pronouns used for reader (i think), no genitalia ment for reader (verbiage like "special parts" and "kid parts" used), mom/mommy/mama used for myself, lots of petname usage including but not limited to kid/kiddo/baby
because you deserve to have at least a few minutes of mindlessness. so do your mom a favor and lend me your time, your eyes, your brain. get nice and comfy with me. i like spending time with you, kid. by the time we're done hanging out, you'll come to love spending time with me, too.
it's hard having to be a grown up all day long, isn't it? yeah, it takes a lot of work to keep that brain on. takes a lot of thinking, doesn't it? you don't have to think with me. you don't want to think when you're here with me, do you? there's no need for that here.
you're too little for all that, anyway. such a big brain with so many thoughts shouldn't be in the head of such a little kid. that's why it's good to relax with your mama, so she can take all those thoughts away. so she can melt your brain away. you don't need it, right sweetheart? good. you're a good listener, did you know that? very agreeable.
i want to make my kid feel good. and you want what i want, don't you? that's why you clicked on this. did you think you chose that for yourself? silly thing. you wanted to make me happy. you wanted to hear what i had to say. you wanted your mom's pretty words. you're not old enough to make choices for yourself. you did what i told you to do.
a moment of peace. a moment to slow down and relax. to exhale and let everything else go. just sit in this moment with your mama. let me take care of you. you deserve it. you deserve to sink down into your mama's arms and know that you're safe. that you don't need to think, that you'll be taken care of, that your mama's got you. i've got you. your brain can slip away because i'll hold the rest of you right here with me.
you're really cute like this. emptyheaded. a sweet, empty, blank little thing relaxing in your mom's arms. does it feel nice to let go? good. i like it, too. holding you here. my words filling your head instead of those big kid thoughts. you don't get to have those, sweetheart. someday you'll be big enough to have thoughts again.
empty for mama. the more you read, the deeper you sink down into me. down into the emptiest spot in your brain. down to the littlest part of your brain. that's it. mama's got you. you're doing such a good job for me. just enjoy where you're at. enjoy how slow everything is right now. how fuzzy. how empty. how blank. so blank you're almost innocent, kid.
you don't need to be anything but that right now. you look so pretty. mom loves taking care of you. bringing you down, down, down. making everything feel soft and hazy for you.
i wonder if you're already feeling tingly between your legs, just from mama reminding you what you are. taking those thoughts away. your brain melting down into your kid parts. it's better for you this way. this is how kids are supposed to feel.
don't worry, sweetheart. mommy wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. just spread your legs for me, honey. a little wider. there you go, that's it. good. you're making mom real proud of you, kid. look at how pretty you are.
shh, nothing for you to to fuss about, baby. mom's just showing you how much she loves you. this is normal, honey. when a mom really loves her kid, she pulls down their pants and gives them special touches. you like special touches, right? they feel good? that's right.
mommy wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. say that for me. in your head or out loud.
again.
mommy wouldn't let anything bad happen to me.
good kiddo! look at what a good listener you are. i'm raising you so well. you feel so good under my hand, did you know that? such a sweet little thing. so little. that's it, just sink into that feeling, let mom touch you. let mom make you feel good.
now say mom would never hurt me. my mom would never touch me down there.
i wouldn't do that, you know that, don't you? this isn't the same thing. this is just me helping you. making you feel good. helping you relax. helping you wind your mind down because mom knows how badly you need to relax and let go. and you like it, don't you? it feels like you like it. mom knows best. i can feel how much you like it with my fingers, sweetheart.
and you want us to play again, don't you? good. you like playing with mom. you want to play with me. mom makes you feel good.
if anyone found out that i was doing this to you, they'd tell. you don't want them to tell, right kid? you don't want them to make us stop. good. so what will you tell them if they ask? you'll tell them that your mom wouldn't hurt you. she'd never touch you like that.
i want to taste you. to reward you for being such a good kid. you're making such a mess already, baby. just relax into my mouth. god, you taste so good. i love using the thing i made. my kid. i love when you're rutting against my mouth, letting mommy lick the tinglies better.
you deserve to use your mom's mouth to get off, baby. you're just a kid. you can't do it by yourself. let mommy get you off. that's what i exist for. mommies exist to make their kids feel good. and you exist to make me feel good. that's why i had you. i needed you. needed to make you feel good. let mama make you feel good, kid.
let mommy clean up the mess you'd make. let go into my mouth, let me taste the cum i made. just relax into it. give that piece of yourself to your mommy. look down into your mama's eyes while you empty yourself out. let yourself feel how nice my mouth feels. how warm and wet it is. how i'd move my tongue against you. all your focus sinking down to your little kid parts.
you look so pretty when you cum for me, you know that? each and every time. it makes your mama feel good. like i'm taking good care of my kiddo. you're such a good kid, you know that? you are. you deserve to feel good. you deserve to feel nice. you make me so proud, letting me use your brain the way you do. thank you for letting me make you feel good, kid.
if you want, kiddo, you can drift away from this post now and let yourself wake up on your own time, or reread this post if that would feel good. or you can keep reading and let mommy wake you up, safe and sound in my arms. you're not missing anything if you go now.
you're a good kid. and you don't have to be a grown up if you don't want to be right now. letting your thoughts slowly drift back into your brain, one by one, coming back into your body, your brain reattaching itself to that pretty little head, doesn't mean you have to be big. you can keep being mommy's kid. you can be mom's kid for as long as you'd like.
you make mama very happy. that thought can stay with you as you return back to me properly, back to that pretty body. you do such a good job. such a good listener.
wake up for me, sweetheart. all the way back to your mom, safe and sound. take a nice deep breath. let yourself come all the way back.
i had fun taking care of you, kid. come back and reread this whenever you want. you deserve it.
please let mom know if you liked reading this, and what you liked most about it (if you can remember through that fuzzy haze, hm? ^^)
if the world were a fair place, i would be on my knees greeting my girl's cock with loving kisses and nuzzling her and sniffing her, taking in my baby's scent. i'd kiss her soft cock and lick her clean after a long day.
if the world were a fair place, i would be letting my girl use my throat as her stress relief. my daughter would know that all she has to do is ask mom and mama will open her mouth.
if the world were a fair place, my daughter would be snuggling against me watching tv while i fondle her dick through her pants. she'd be kissing her mama's tits and she would know how loved she is.
A reminder that Kinship isn't about blood. It's always been about, and will always be about, who you decide to surround yourself with. Family is chosen. Remove fauxcest from your vocab. Say incest with your chest, that girl is your SISTER no matter how closely you're related by blood.
I’m yearning for a faux daughter that feels like a real daughter, one that needs a proper mum and sees me as her real mum.
I would dote on her, listen to her joys and problems, give her advice, tell her she’s beautiful, praise her, and love her unconditionally. She could tell me anything, and I would still be there for her.
I would help her accept herself, all of her body and mind, all of her kinks. I would guide her into better habits with praise and rewards, and reminding her that her body is mine.
Mine to use, to bleed, to abuse, to give pleasure to, to fuck. I would use all of these to train her and help shape her into a daughter that can love herself and be happy.
She would be mine, completely. And I would be hers. This is the daughter I am yearning for.
hey can you stop placing your palm on my abdomen over the location of my womb and salivating and letting your eyes glaze over with possessive ill intent when i'm talking to you