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December 18, 2012
The kinds of
bulges every sissy should strive for, two on top, none on the bottom.
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There should be
a law mandating this for every sissy, every day. There is in my house, at
least.
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A visual Daily Double!
Alex: Look at the picture, here is the clue: Eat them or wear them.
Correct answer in the form of a question: What aret the only two things a sissy
is permitted do with his wife's wet, cum filled panties.
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by Saragirl at 10:08 AM 1 comments
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There is
certainly a Mistress lurking inside that mind.
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by Saragirl at 10:04 AM 0 comments
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Emily's
sister-in-law is really cute and would make the best babysitter...for me!
We joke about it, would (probably) never do that, but the idea
is kind of hot.
I'd be in chastity, so it isn't like anything "naughty" could happen.
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Why doesn't
every company hire sissy secretaries?
They don't mind staying late or coming in on weekends. Sure,
sometimes productivity can suffer, but company-wide use of chastity cages
usually nips that at the bud. So to speak.
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Finding a new sissy slave is relatively easy, all a dominant woman need to is cast her net and see what she catches.
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by Saragirl at 9:55 AM 0 comments
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I think the
happiest marriages are ones where a husband and a wife have open, honest
communication about their sexual needs...
If the
photographer pulled back, I imagine seeing her husband in the room, wearing an
apron, their eighteen month old baby on his hip, watching his wife get dressed
for a night out.
He
knows now she won't be going out with friends, they discarded that lie months
ago, he knows she has a date with a slightly older man, one who is sauve,
confident, mature, and masculine in every sense of the word.
He
knows, too, that her date isn't just dinner and a show, that things are much
more intimate than that, he knows she wants him, not emotionally like she does
her husband, but physically.
So he
shifts the baby on his hip and asks her if there is anything she can do before
she leaves, that dinner is almost ready for him and their child.
"No,
not now" she says, smiling at her loving husband and their lovely child,
"but after you put her to bed," she says looking down at the bra and
the lingerie on the bed.
His
face turns red, he says nothing, but they both know when she gets home,
assuming the baby is asleep, he'll be waiting for her in bed, wearing lingerie,
waiting for her to come to their bedroom, waiting to undress her and pamper her
and lovingly lick her for hours and hours.
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by Saragirl at 9:51 AM 1 comments
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It's hardly
graphic, but whenever I see this picture I think of the first time I knew why
she tasted different and how hot that got me.
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by Saragirl at 9:34 AM 2 comments
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Well, it's where
the cleaning gets done, isn't it?
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