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.
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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