Forever forced to skinny-dip, denied the jump in the pool.
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| Lady Britt in full swing, her lovely hands guiding the lucky slave towards him claiming the inevitable spoils of his 'reward'. After his first reward that is. |
Everybody remembers the summer of 2020. Me, because of what I didn't write about The Truman Show, a 1998 movie about a man whose life is secretly tracked on camera. Truman lives in a bubble but manages to escape in the end. But what if his character is both submissive and lives in a reality occupied by dominant women, one which he doesn't want to leave?
Last year Femdom Resource wrote a series on public play. Paltego concludes with some remarks about consent. It's good to read the comments to his various posts.
So what didn't I write? It's about my longing to submerge in a world where femdom is the natural order of things, rather than dipping one toe in the swimming pool, holding your breath.
Wouldn't it be nice for visitors to admire the collection of canes hanging from the living room wall? How about guests appreciating your bold choice of having two, not just one, Berkley horses in your dining room?
In my dreams I always buy two adjacent houses, connected by an underground tunnel. Both are decorated the same, except for one thing. Yes, the Dark Side's cupboard has only half the number of dinner plates. Luckily that's being offset by an equal number of dog bowls. And that's just the beginning
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