Whatever his error: clumsiness, tardiness, speaking out of turn, failing to keep her house spotless – that doesn’t really matter.

Mistress’ smile is a visible sign of how she relishes seeing him blush and tremble. How she enjoys humbling her submissive husband and even causing him pain.

This is and excellent photo of a Female led house hold. the Wife is in full control, the submissive husband has been naughty or worst yet,neglectful of
his chores, looks like the Mistress Wife, is using Her spanking gloves.

Erm… this is an announcement, of a sort. Things will become clearer in a few days. Work out the clues if you want, or just enjoy!

He first saw me at the art exhibition. Would have seen a lot of me, I guess, since I was one of the exhibits. He left his business card with the organizers. Fulani, it said. Just the one name, or nickname.
People said he was genuine, but reclusive. They said he lived in a suburban house with a workshop in the back garden and did most of his business online.
He was older than I’d thought, but puckish. He looked at me as if to say “I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.”
He read my stuff and said he wanted to introduce me to M. M would want to publish it.
Only thing was, I didn’t know who M was, and I’d only just met Fulani.

I rewrote a lot. Put entries in date order, changed names and some details to protect the guilty. Rephrased the whole thing in the third person, so I was a character in my own stories.
Here’s what the mysterious M said: “Great news, sweetie – the publisher loves your book. Please sign the attached contract.”
I could have been fucked sideways.
Actually, I was. Fulani did. It became our regular thing. Especially after I threatened to write another book that would be about him.
He knows I’m not joking. Says he’ll have to make sure I have enough material for it.

Whatever his error: clumsiness, tardiness, speaking out of turn, failing to keep her house spotless – that doesn’t really matter.

Mistress’ smile is a visible sign of how she relishes seeing him blush and tremble. How she enjoys humbling her submissive husband and even causing him pain.

This is and excellent photo of a Female led house hold. the Wife is in full control, the submissive husband has been naughty or worst yet,neglectful of
his chores, looks like the Mistress Wife, is using Her spanking gloves.

Whatever his error: clumsiness, tardiness, speaking out of turn, failing to keep her house spotless – that doesn’t really matter.

Mistress’ smile is a visible sign of how she relishes seeing him blush and tremble. How she enjoys humbling her submissive husband and even causing him pain.

This is and excellent photo of a Female led house hold. the Wife is in full control, the submissive husband has been naughty or worst yet,neglectful of
his chores, looks like the Mistress Wife, is using Her spanking gloves.

Erm… this is an announcement, of a sort. Things will become clearer in a few days. Work out the clues if you want, or just enjoy!

He first saw me at the art exhibition. Would have seen a lot of me, I guess, since I was one of the exhibits. He left his business card with the organizers. Fulani, it said. Just the one name, or nickname.
People said he was genuine, but reclusive. They said he lived in a suburban house with a workshop in the back garden and did most of his business online.
He was older than I’d thought, but puckish. He looked at me as if to say “I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.”
He read my stuff and said he wanted to introduce me to M. M would want to publish it.
Only thing was, I didn’t know who M was, and I’d only just met Fulani.

I rewrote a lot. Put entries in date order, changed names and some details to protect the guilty. Rephrased the whole thing in the third person, so I was a character in my own stories.
Here’s what the mysterious M said: “Great news, sweetie – the publisher loves your book. Please sign the attached contract.”
I could have been fucked sideways.
Actually, I was. Fulani did. It became our regular thing. Especially after I threatened to write another book that would be about him.
He knows I’m not joking. Says he’ll have to make sure I have enough material for it.

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Osagyefu grinned at the receding back of Sarah Dunstable. Her well-rounded derriere was a delightful shape despite having give birth to two daughters. There was a lot of enjoyment in such a mature attractive woman, especially when they were white and married. Tonight, however, he had a more desirable morsel of white womanhood with which to start the evening off.

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