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| Actually: confession time. I, servitor, am not actually into femdom at all. It’s all a cruel punishment perpetrated upon me by an evil woman who forces me to spend hours each week scouring the internet for pictures of ladies in leather boots, or holding canes – which don’t excite me at all! – and write silly captions on them. Oh, the torment. |
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| Well, these things matter, y’know? Sure, Kurt’s main priority right now is to spend the night fucking your wife like a piledriver. But in the morning, he’s going to want a nice fresh pair of briefs to pull over his aching cock, amiright? |
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| My SO, a few of her friends and I played this game with a tattoo pen once. Goodness, we laughed! Some of us. |
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| Would it be to make a banana smoothie? |
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| Cultural norms can vary a lot, even within the same country. At the office where I work, for example, I’m allowed on the furniture and to drink water without asking permission. |
I just gotta know what idea Marie came up with looking at the banana.
Apparently it was a banana smoothie, after all. Ah well. Not everything's femdom. Of course, the subsequent banana smoothie enema probably does count as femdom, but I'm afraid I domnn't have a picture of that.
Sounds good to me.