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My Domestic Discipline Photo Gallery
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Two years ago I packed away My paddles, strap-on dildos and butt plugs to wed a wealthy older man.
Before bob retired he'd been CEO of his own company. He could offer Me a lifestyle of utter luxury and ease. On My part it wasn't a love match. But bob was bright, considerate and charming. And oh so very rich. Unfortunately, old bob soon turned out to be a domestic tyrant and an incurable womanizer. I was desperate to hold onto our marriage--and bob’s money. What, pray sir, was a poor ex-Mistress to do? Practice at home the corrective punishments I’d perfected in My dungeon. So six months ago I dusted off the tools of My trade. Since then I’ve been teaching My macho husband the true meaning of our wedding vows: love, honor and--at the tip of My whip--obey! |
