BDSM Submission Weekend: A Journey into Gynarchic Control (1)
This Friday evening, they had returned home early. Accordingly, they had eaten early and lightly. This weekend, no guests were expected. They would be alone.
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This Friday evening, they had returned home early. Accordingly, they had eaten early and lightly. This weekend, no guests were expected. They would be alone.
I woke up Friday morning my legs and buttocks still sore. The marks were clearly visible, touching them was torture. My dominant wife
Yesterday, I was still a normal man, with a job, a few friends, and a wife I thought was faithful. In one night, my entire
My Dominant Mistress locks the closet door with two turns of the key, leaving me alone in total darkness, terrified at being delivered
Today, I’m going to tell you how, at 25 years old, I became the object of my dominant neighbor. I’ve always been fascinated by BDSM.
In this text, I’m going to tell you how, at 27, I discovered that I am a submissive man. Being naturally very curious, I decided
My life has settled into a new routine. When I come home from work in the evening, I patiently wait for my formidable neighbor,
My wife woke up an hour later, gave me a silent kiss, and got up to take a shower. I followed shortly
It’s clearly all that interests Naomi, unlike Madame, who obviously plans to use me for other purposes. I’m happy that she is my
A simple slap, and my life changes radically. Sometimes, fate hinges on small things. How did I become submissive husband to my magnificent wife? We