Why 1½ you might ask? As well you might. I have my reasons. They’re not good ones.
On sunny beaches (1½)
Stories and pictures themed around female domination and male subjugation and servitude. Unsuitable for children, for alpha males, for hard-core practitioners with an interest in the politics of bdsm and the mechanics of complicated rope work. Of interest to perverts like me, basically.
Men are always trying to creep up my skirt. Sometimes I feel sorry for them; they can’t help themselves. Other times I feel really angry at them. I want to walk naked in peace.
What is really intimate is having a conversation with a man about castration. We probe deeply into feelings, both his and mine. It’s liberating and exhilarating.
Be a real man. I could be an dominatrix on steroids.
After his castration he could see my tits or up my skirt and see my naked pussy without any problems for either of us. Freedom for both of us.
The alternatives for males are punishments, frustration, humiliation, and being cast aside as worthless garbage. Moreover my exposed hairy juicy pussy will drive men absolutely bonkers. They will do anything; and so they so. Intact men are enslaved.
Supreme,
Rosita
What can I say, Rosita? Creepy males will creep. It’s good of you to feel sorry for us. Even better to feel anger.
You carry on probing deeply, it’s good to know you’re behind us all the way.
Best wishes
S