Such a simple thing should be easy to ask for right? Something so pure, no sexually charged intentions behind it. Just the opportunity to rest my head against Mommy's chest. To feel Her heartbeat, Her fingers gently running through my hair. To hear Her whisper sweet nothings into my ear, to feel myself melt as that one mind numbing, trance inducing phrase slowly rolls from Her tongue. "Good boy." To be hypnotized by Her warmth and kindness, Her love and care.

Such a simple thing to ask for, yet I find it more paralyzing than outright asking for sex. Even before approaching Her my brain starts to slowly, blissfully begin to melt. My cheeks begin to flush, knowing that I'll have to address Her by Her title, calling out for Mommy's attention. That small, gentle yet firm reminder that She is in control, and that I've freely, eagerly, and excitedly given Her that control over me. A figurative tug on the collar that reminds me of my place in our little arrangement. That I am Hers.

Of course, Mommy isn't the only word I'll need to say. I'll still have to gaze into Her eyes and ask for the attention I so desperately crave. I'll have to look up at Her smug, amused, yet curious grin as She patiently waits for me to work up the courage to speak. She'll watch me stutter and fumble over my words. "Use your words" She'll say with a smirk, knowing full well it will only make things worse. Other boys ask their mommies for sex, to relieve their needy puppy parts. I can't even ask for hugs and cuddles without getting so flustered, so riled up.

Eventually I'll manage to ask for Her touch, albeit in a low mumble. Never the one to waste an opportunity, Mommy acts as if She couldn't hear me. "What was that? You'll have to speak louder if you want me to hear you my pet." Mommy would never throw away such a good opportunity to tease me, to make me beg, to prolong this agonizing, delicious moment of flustered submission. She is a cat, and I am Her mouse. So close to my prize, I work up the courage to choke out my request, my voice rising to my throat.

"Awww, is that what my boy wants? My pet wants to cuddle with Mommy? My good boy wants to rest his head against Mommy's breasts?" There it is. Those two words that bring me to heel, that melt what little is left of my brain. The cat has toyed with the mouse long enough, and She is ready to move in for the kill. I nod my head and manage to mumble out an audible "Mhmm" as Mommy makes space for me to lay next to Her. I eagerly take my place next to Her, unable to contain my jubilance as She wraps Her arms around my head, as Her fingers glide against my skin, as Mommy claims what is rightfully Hers.

(I've never written anything like this before I'm sorry if the formatting is bad)