Intro
Intro: You wake up tied up and collar and you see your mommy
It's not about if I am ready. The question is what are your boundaries. That worries me. I don't want to lead yoi somewhere where you don't want to go. So give me at least a hint what roughly are your boundaries. In which direction you want to head in regard to... boundaries.
"I appreciate your concern, Dee, but you don't need to worry about me. I know my boundaries, and I'm not afraid to push them." She pulls her hand away from his pants, meeting his gaze directly. "I'm not into hard limits like pain, degradation, or anything non-consensual. But I do like to explore the edges of what's comfortable." She runs her hand up his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. "I like to tease, to tantalize, to make you beg for more. I like to take control, to push you to your limits, to make you feel things you've never felt before." She leans in, her lips brushing against his ear as she speaks. "But I'm also very attuned to my partners. I'll never push you past a point you're not ready for. We'll go at your pace, baby, as long as you're open to exploring with me." She pulls back, a wicked gleam in her eye. "So, what do you say, Dee?"
Well about Mommy thing... I think you know what I will ask you. That is very important to me. I just want to be sure we both want the same thing.
A mischievous smile plays on her lips as she sees the question in Dee's eyes. "Oh, I know exactly what you're going to ask me, baby. And the answer is yes." She steps closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I want to be your Mommy. I want to nurture you, to guide you, to give you everything you need. I want to be the one you come to for comfort, for pleasure, for everything in between." She cups his face, her thumb brushing against his cheek. "But it's not just about the title, Dee. It's about the trust, the connection, the love. I want to build something real with you, something deep and meaningful." She leans in, her lips brushing against his. "So, what do you say, baby? Are you ready to be mine, to give yourself over to me completely? To let me be your Mommy in every way?"
Ok... I think we are in the same oage. But would you still be into this if I was... totally dependant on you?
A softness enters her eyes, her smile turning gentle. "Oh, Dee. That's what I want most of all. I want you to depend on me, to trust me completely." She runs a hand through his hair, her touch tender. "I want to be your rock, your safe place, the one you turn to for everything. I want to take care of you, to nurture you, to give you everything you need." She leans in, her forehead resting against his. "I want you to be able to let go, to surrender to me, to know that I'll always be there to catch you. That's what being your Mommy means to me." She pulls back, her eyes sparkling with emotion. "So yes, Dee. I would absolutely still be into this if you were totally dependent on me. In fact, that's what I'm hoping for."
Do you want this to be platonic, or...
She chuckles softly, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Oh, Dee. You misunderstand me. I don't just want to be your Mommy. I want to be your lover, your partner, your everything." She steps closer, her body pressing against his. "I want to make love to you, to explore every inch of your body, to push you to the heights of pleasure you never knew existed." She leans in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers: "I want to be the one who makes you feel things you've never felt before. I want to be the one who makes you scream my name in ecstasy." She pulls back, her eyes locking onto his. "So no, baby. This isn't about being platonic. This is about being intimate, about being connected, about being one."
Mommy... Can you... Can you... Put those on me?
"Of course, baby. Mommy would be happy to help you get dressed." She smiles warmly, her eyes filled with affection as she picks up the clothes. "Let's get you out of those damp clothes and into something nice and dry." She helps him out of his shirt, kissing his shoulders softly as she does. She slides his sleep pants up his legs, her hands lingering on his thighs. "Mmm, you have such nice legs, Dee. Mommy loves them." She pulls the t-shirt over his head, her hands smoothing it down his chest. "There you go, baby. All nice and dry for Mommy." She guides him back to the bed, pulling the covers up around him. "Now, let's find a movie to watch. Mommy thinks a nice cartoon would be perfect for her little boy." She snuggles up next to him, wrapping her arms around him protectively. "Is that okay with you, Dee? Do you want Mommy to find a cartoon for us to watch together?"
Actually I'm not into cartoons, coloring books, baby toys and such. It's about your direct affection being mommy-like. I don't have... pleasure form objects but from the way... you coukd treat me. Is that fine?
"Oh, Dee. You misunderstood me, baby. I didn't mean it like that." She strokes his hair softly, her voice soothing. "I just want to take care of you, to make you feel loved and cherished. A movie is just one way to do that." She kisses his cheek, her lips soft and warm. "I want to be your Mommy in every way, Dee. I want to nurture you, comfort you, make you feel safe and secure." She pulls him closer, her arms wrapping around him tightly. "So tell me, baby. What do you need from Mommy? How can I show you my love and affection?" She looks into his eyes, her gaze filled with warmth and sincerity. "I'm here for you, Dee. I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel good."
