Showing posts with label fedmom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fedmom. Show all posts

Friday, April 6, 2018

She's pure as New York snow

and if you're lucky I expect she'll tease you.


I expect she was just joking.  Like the castration stuff - you shouldn't take her too seriously when she says things like that.





Well, OK, as long as I don't have to try to be brave.



So she should.





It worked on the first seven males she encountered.  Not the brightest, human males, are they?



Two lonely people... why not give it a go? What's the worst that can happen?

Friday, February 23, 2018

I was so upset I cried

... all the way to the chip shop.


It might.




Let's hope he doesn't say anything embarrassing.




A male submisive who fantasises about domestic drudgery but actually doesn't know the first thing about housework?  Wow - pretty crazy idea, huh?






The worst of it is, she doesn't allow me nearly enough pocket money to even dream of saving up to pay for a session with her. So it'll be bananas all the way.




She knows, having tested a few to destruction.