Humiliated By His Mistress: A Feederism Fable: The Humiliation Series, a Stuffer Shamed by his Feeder (The Feederism Fables Book 2)

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I get asked this question quite often and I think it’s because people want to believe that someone who would visit a dominatrix is “other,” or different than themselves.

Being used as my wife’s urinal is a daily ritual especially at night as she doesn’t want the inconvenience of having to leave her bed to go to the bathroom.

You can enjoy pinching squeezing or even dragging her around by her tit or even by pulling her nipples .

A wife considering enslaving her husband should not be put off however but should be aware that conflicting feelings on her part and that of the slave may occur and she should be ready to deal with them. After a resounding yes, she smiled and said, well here is another thing men are good for: washing our dirty feet”. Recently I was told that another friend has been keeping her updated on things generally and me in particular. For instance, on the front of her panties it can say Sissy Bitch, Little Clitty, Pretty princess, or Property of Lady Alexa.The mental high of dominating someone and making them submit to me is unlike anything else, and I get so much gratification out of feeling them melt like putty in my hands when I push them past what they thought they were capable of.

There are very small diameter, flat, flesh colored earrings made to be invisible yet hold the hole open. When I played house with my classmates I would always make the boy play as the dog instead of the father.It is a word of advice for Mistresses seeking the services of a true slave; as close to the notion of slavery in times past as one can get. As she fails miserably to meet your standards point out to everyone present that you don’t know why you keep putting up with her failures etc. In the 1980’s and early 1990’s she worked as a professional Dominatrix during which time she came into contact with literally thousands of submissive men. We thrive on feeling the redness of our cheeks filling as we stand …not quite covered by the short dress….